Wolf Home: Paranormal Werewolf Romance by Zoe Chant Read Free Book Online

to lick and suck at her neck.
    Nicole went willingly, letting her legs slide open when his other hand moved down. He pulled one knee up sharply and groped, sliding two fingers between her lower lips and teasing at her clit with his thumb nail, making her gasp and whine.
    “You like that?” he asked, fluttering his fingers against her.
    “Mm, harder? I like a little pain.”
    “So do I,” he murmured, digging his nails in. Her hips bucked and she tried to toss her head, but found it trapped by his hand still in her hair. She pulled anyway, shivering at the sting.
    “Especially when it's mine?” she murmured, feeling his fingers questing for her entrance. She rolled her hips upward to make it easier, and was rewarded with the feeling of him sliding two fingers into her.
    “Oh, yeah. You're really fucking wet.” He slid his fingers in and out.
    “You did just go down on me ten minutes ago,” she mumbled, curling her toes at the sensation of him hooking and twisting his fingers inside her. “What did you -- ah! -- expect?”
    “Good point.” He scissored his fingers open, stretching her entrance, and she groaned at the feeling of herself being pulled open and the cool air against her. “Then you don't need more foreplay?”
    “Take me,” she said, smirking. “Take me now – are you my prince or more of a scoundrel?”
    “As you command,” he joked, “My wife, ” and with that he thrust his erection into her.
    She gasped and closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on the sensation. She had had sex before, of course – the automatic marriage was only among other wolves, and her dates while away had been human – but this time it felt subtly different. More real, more intense, more everything .
    Adam thrust into her, filling her again and again, pinning her hips down with his weight and her head down with his hand in her hair, and she shivered, feeling anchored as she had never been. The sensation of his cock inside her, filling her, matched the sensation of his mind against hers, the mate bond intensifying with every touch. She would never be alone again, never be lonely again. His mind took hers as his body did.
    It was intense, and wonderful, and frightening, and she was going to think about it later. With a groan, she forced her eyes open. The sun had set, and the only light in the room came from the glowing constellations on the ceiling, but her wolf's eyes focused easily for all it lost some of the color she had in more light. She saw Adam's face. His eyes were closed, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he slid his hand down between them and wriggled his fingers to rest against her clit as he fucked her.
    Nicole shuddered hard at the touch, then rocked frantically against him when he started to take his hand away. “Dammit, don't stop--” she cursed, then broke out into high pitched whining as another orgasm took her.
    Adam's eyes opened as she groaned and yelped, and he watched her intently. Something in his eyes touched her deep inside, some quality that seemed like – reverence. Too much, far too much. Nicole leaned forward to kiss him, to take away that look before it drowned her, and rode out the aftershocks of the orgasm on his cock.
    He pulled her up by the hair and wrapped his other arm around her shoulders to pull her against his chest. “You're tight,” he groaned, “And you keep jerking when you come – it's so amazing.”
    “You – like to talk, don't you?” she asked, trying to control the whines emitting from her throat.
    “Yes.” His hands tightened, and she wondered if she'd have bruises on her right shoulder. She kind of hoped so. “You twitched when I did, should I keep talking? Should I tell you that you're fucking – amazing?” He didn't wait for a reply. “You're beautiful, and you're smart and sexy as hell. I love the way you're whining at me, and I love that you made me chase you out a goddamn window, and I love how tight you are around me right now.”
    Nicole