He could feel the pent-up animal passion she held imprisoned inside. And he desperately wanted to help it escape, needed to feel it rub up against his own animal.
“I want to take you from behind,” he groaned into her ear.
She pressed kisses to his cheek, his chin, his neck, and sucked on his earlobe. “Do it any way you want.”
* * * *
He pushed her back onto the floor, grabbed her legs, and flipped her over all in one move. Olivia gasped at his strength. He was dangerously powerful and that made her heart beat even faster. She had never met a man so blatantly male before. And although he growled low in his throat as he pulled her backside up and toward him, she knew it was due to the man inside and not the wolf.
He gripped her by the h*ps and nuzzled into her ass. She could feel the full length of him nestled between her cheeks. She took in a ragged breath as the swollen head of his c*ck pushed into her. She spread her legs farther apart and pushed her face down into the hardwood floor giving him complete access to her sex. She could feel her inner lips stretch wide to accommodate his girth.
He pushed in slowly, then receded. He continued until she could feel the entire length of him rutted deeply inside her cunt. She could hardly breathe, her breath hitching as if on the verge of sneezing. She could feel every ridge and vein against her velvet walls. She felt little tremors radiate from within with every deep breath he took.
“Oh, God, you’re so tight. I can feel every glorious inch of your cunt.”
Olivia closed her eyes as waves of intense rapture surged over her and pulled her under. Every nerve ending in her body was on fire. Just the slight small movements Garrick was making sent new jolts of pleasure searing from those sensitive spots.
He took hold of her h*ps and slowly moved in and out. She peered over her shoulder and saw he clenched his teeth and closed his eyes against the lust he reigned inside. She wanted to see him lose control.
She wanted to feel him rut into her like an animal. An animal whose only thought was of her, was of releasing his raging lust in her.
With every thrust of his cock, she pushed back against him, encouraging him to go faster, pump harder.
He opened his eyes and peered down at her. “Be careful. I can’t reign it in for long.”
“Don’t hold back, Garrick. You won’t break me,”she panted.
She could see the decision flash across his rugged face. His eyes almost glowed. He moved his hands up and down her back, gripping the fabric of her shirt and ripping the rest away. He rubbed them up and down her newly exposed skin to the clasp of her bra.
He flicked it open with a twist of his hand. He reached around and cupped her br**sts, pinching her ni**les. She closed her eyes as her cl**ax hitched closer to the edge.
He started to move faster. She could feel every thrust deep in her cunt. His hands moved down over her belly to her sex. He found her cl*t and rubbed it hard. Olivia moaned loudly as tremors started in her legs. She could feel her fuse lit, it would not be long before the explosion followed. She was unsure if she could handle it. Could an orgasm kill you, she wondered.
Garrick leaned forward over her, one hand manipulating her cunt, the other wrapped around her like a life preserver. He rested his head on her upper back. She could feel him breathe her in deeply. His tongue lathed at her shoulder blades, licking the sweat that beaded on her skin. She felt a sharp prick of pain on her cl*t where he jiggled her firmly, but it quickly turned into pangs of exquisite delight.
Olivia gritted her teeth against the jolts of ecstasy that sung through her. Her orgasm exploded inside her cunt and radiated out toward her entire body. She cried out as flashes of white stung her eyes, as her cl**ax took her under its gripping power. She was helpless as it washed over her. Her breath hitched.
“Hang on, baby. I’m not done with you yet.”
Garrick pushed up and gripped her h*ps firmly.
She could feel the entire length of him pull out of her and then ram back into her. She yelped as each thrust sent more jolts searing through her. She shook her head against the clouds that fogged it over. She couldn’t handle it. It was too much.
“I can’t,” she moaned.
* * * *
He continued to pound into her. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh resounded in the room. The scent of their mingled juices wafted to Garrick’s nose.
He’d never smelled anything so sweet and delicious before in his life. He could feel her orgasm continued to contract her cunt around him. It was like being squeezed with a velvet glove. He could feel the seed in his c*ck building.
He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked her flavor from them. He wanted the delight of all of her, every sweet juice she had to offer. Her flavor exploded in his mouth, implanting its taste on him forever. Her sweat, her come, and even her blood.
He closed his eyes and thrust into her hard, pushing as deep as he could get without ripping her in two. His balls squeezed and he came in an explosion of white and red behind his eyes. He cried out as his c*ck surged. He could not think as the fog of cl**ax enveloped him.
He collapsed on top of her, pushing her down to the floor with him spread out on top. He could no longer support his legs or arms. They were like molten rubber. He could feel her quiver underneath him, could hear her sharp intakes of breath. He was unsure if he hurt her or not. During the last few moments, he only heard the beating of his heart and the rush of his seed through his cock. In that very last second, he wanted to lean forward and bite her on the back of the neck. To rip open her flesh and taste her blood, just as he could taste her sweat and come in the air. Complete possession had encompassed him, and he had to reign it in at the last second before it was too late.
He felt her stir beneath him. He opened his eyes and looked down at her beautiful face. A small smile graced her luscious mouth.
“I don’t think I could ever move again.”
“Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head, the smile widening. “No. It was…fucking amazing.”
He chuckled. She was the most amazing woman he had ever met. He wanted to tell her that. Wanted to scream it out loud, but knew he couldn’t.
“I never knew it could be like that.”
Garrick pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “That’s because you’ve never been with me before.”
She opened her mouth as if to argue, then shut it again. She laughed. “You’re right, damn it.”
“Am I crushing you?”
“No, I feel all warm and cuddly down here. Don’t ever move.”
He closed his eyes and nuzzled into the back of her neck. He breathed in the scent of her skin, the scent of her hair. He implanted it in his brain so he would never forget. So, he would be able to smell her from miles away. Track her, if he needed to.
He pressed a kiss to her neck. She moaned and squirmed beneath him. His c*ck began to twitch again. But it was twitching for other things.
“I need to run.”
She tried to turn her head to look at him. “What?”
“I need to turn and go for a run. I have too much energy, and it’s the only way to expend it.”
“Oh, okay. It’s just most guys just want to sleep after or at best smoke a cigarette.”
He laughed. “Not me, honey. Sex revives me.”
She smiled, and he saw the sparkle in her eye.
“Well, good for me.”
Garrick chuckled while he rolled off of her. He knelt beside her. He helped her into a sitting position, but from the looks of her grimace, she must’ve been very sore.
“Damn, I don’t think I can ever sit again.”
“I warned you,” he said grinning.
“Yes, you did.”
Garrick jumped up and reached down to pull her up too. She giggled as her legs resisted her all the way. She wobbled and he had to support her.
“C’mon, and you can snuggle in my big bed while I tend to other matters.”
He escorted her down another hall and into his bedroom. He eased her down on the bed. She curled into a ball, looked up at him, and smiled dreamily. He wanted to sit next to her, brush the hair from her face, and press light kisses to her pale slick skin. She looked amazing curled up in his bed. Like a kitten. A small, delicious kitten.
Garrick shut his eyes and shook the thought from his head. If he didn’t go out soon, he would turn here and would not be able to control his hunger. His hunger was not for sex.
“Can I go with you?”
Her question snapped him from his thoughts as he gazed down at her. She was sitting up, an eager look on her angelic face.
“No. It’s best you stay here.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. He could feel the frown under it. Better angry then…
“I won’t be long.” He turned and walked out of the room.
Chapter Five
Olivia watched him leave. She wondered why he Owouldn’t let her come. She had already seen him as a wolf, so it couldn’t be that. Maybe he needed to hunt, and he didn’t want her to see him eat raw flesh.
The image definitely didn’t appeal to her either, but she wanted to watch him run. She thought it would be exciting to see him bound through the grass and trees, free from his human constraints. It’s not every day you get to see your lover bound around chasing rabbits.
She got up from the bed and grabbed the navy blue terry robe hanging on the back of the door. She wrapped up in it, slipped on a pair of his socks and wandered out to the front door. She opened it slowly and peered out. Nothing moved near the verandah.
Stepping out, she took in a deep breath of the crisp night air. She smelled damp leaves and sweet lilac in the air. She loved the scent of lilac. When she was a child, she loved going to her grandma’s house because of the lilac bushes she had all around her quaint old house. There were no lilac bushes around her apartment building.
Olivia stepped to the edge of the verandah and peered out into the night. The moon was out, not quite full, but big and bright, so she could see the surrounding area. Leaves littered the ground. But some of the trees still had their full foliage surprising this time of year. Fall was her favorite season. She loved the sound of crunching leaves beneath her feet when she went walking in the parks. She also loved Halloween. Every year she took her niece and nephew out to trick-or-treat. Wouldn’t they die to know that she actually knew a real live werewolf? Of course, she couldn’t tell them. She couldn’t tell anyone. She wondered if Garrick still worried that she would.