Feral Love (Paranormal Alpha Werewolf Shifter Romance) (11 page)

His hands slowly moved up behind her head and pulled her closer to him. Remy inhaled sharply through her nose and swallowed as quickly as she could. She wanted to know what Blake's cum tasted and moaned slightly, turning her mouth into a mini-vibrator and smiling inwardly to herself as Blake gasped and moaned.

Suddenly he pulled her away and ripped the blindfold off. Remy's eyes stung slightly as they adjusted to the brightness, but as her vision returned, she saw the bright red head of Blake's glistening cock and felt her own desire rising again.

"Lean forward." He commanded as he backed away from her, his finger curling under her chin and guiding her forward.

She laid face down on the bed, her ass pointing in the air. Trails of her own juices--mixed with the ice water--ran down her thighs. She watched Blake slowly move around the bed of moss until he positioned himself behind her.

He grabbed her hands and eased himself inside of her, gasping as he did so. The heat seared through Remy's body and she felt her breath drain from her lungs as Blake pushed forward.

Their fingers locked with each other as Blake began pumping away, his cock throbbing and drilling deeper with each thrust. Remy squealed as her voice rose higher and higher. A rumble pushed through her body and she collapsed forward, arching her back to let him in, to give herself to him—body and soul.

Suddenly her hands were free and she swung them forward and held on for dear life. Blake grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her back so that she looked into his eyes upside down.

Her arm rose up and gripped his neck as she felt another orgasm building up inside her. Blake bent down and locked his lips with her. His hands moved forward and caressed her body.

Strong fingers dove between her legs and rubbed at her nub. Remy was lost in a sea of her own pleasure. Her legs were watery and she would have collapsed had Blake not been holding her so close to him.

He was thrusting with every ounce of his strength now. His hands squeezed Remy's breasts as hard as they could. Her wolf howled inside her as Blake rode her the way wolves were meant to. The wildness of it all and her own animal instinct mixed and mingled until Remy could do nothing more than gasp and tremble.

"Please, please!" Remy begged.

"Show me how bad you want it." He bit her ear gently as he picked up his pace.

There was almost no strength left in her body. She moved purely on desire. Rocking her hips as hard as she could, she slammed her body against his, synchronizing her movements with his thrusts. Her wetness dripped down, steaming in the cold.

Then she felt it. Scorching lips pressed against her neck on the tiny wound he left there before, drawing a single drop of blood that marked her as his, now and always.