chapter 36

When his finger glances against a secret part of me, a place that has me feeling frantic, I suck in a breath and grab at his wrist as I ride his hand.

I’m close. So, so close, all I can think about, all I can focus on is the feel of Dayne working his fingers in and out of me, that when he bends me over, I grab onto the edge of the sink and let him, desperate for him to never stop.

I’m not expecting him to ease his body, and even worse, his hand, away from me. So much so, I open my mouth to complain.

lander. But before a single word passes between my lips, Dayne thrusts, his cock spearing through me right up to the hilt.

I come screaming.

With my body already wound up so tight, the moment he thrust into me there was nowhere I could go but down.

I can’t say how much time passes between my orgasm. But when I open my eyes, I’m surprised to find I’m lying draped over the sink, my forehead pressed against cold porcelain, clutching onto it with a desperate grip, knowing it must only have been seconds or a couple of minutes because I feel Dayne still lodged deep inside me.

My inner muscles are still rippling around him, struggling to adjust to his girth. He’s rock hard, but he’s not moving.

Lifting my head from the sink, the first thing I see when I glance into the bathroom mirror is that Dayne’s eyes have gone wolf.

“You ready?” His words come out at a near growl, and his eyes promise he’s not going to be gentle.

I lick my dry lips. “I don’t know.” My voice comes out raspy, probably from my screaming. Which the pack has to have heard, but I try not to think about that.

Amusement lights his eyes, and his hands tighten around my hips. “How about we find out?”

And then he pulls out almost completely before slamming back into me so deep, the tip of him touches the end of me.

The moan he wrings from me is so intensely needy, I’m shocked I’m capable of making such a sound.

I writhe against him, unable to believe how good it feels, struggling to understand how I could still be so greedy for him.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He shudders against me. “It’s like being in a fucking furnace.”

Through the mirror, I catch Dayne’s jaw tense as his fingers grip me tight enough to bruise. I don’t care. The only thing I care about is Dayne fucking me.

“Please Dayne,” I whimper when he still doesn’t move.

He sucks in a deep breath and releases it just as gustily, and then he bends, burying his face against the back of my shoulder. Easing back a little, he rolls his hips against me in one slow, deep thrust.

“Move,” I growl when he does nothing else.

Lifting his face from my shoulder, I already know what I expect to see from the feel of his mouth on my skin.

The barest hint of a smile curves his lips. “Was that an order?”

Ignoring the amusement on his harshly drawn face, I attempt to shove back against him as a desperate ache threatens to swallow me whole.

This is more than want. This is need.

But his hands clamp tight around me. Forcing me to halt.

“Dayne. Move.” I don’t care it’s me making demands. All I care about is him finishing what he started.

“Who knew you could be so demanding?” He sounds like he’s laughing at me, and although his eyes are still more wolf than man, the grip he has on me warns me not to trust this amused side of him.

He isn’t as relaxed as he’s pretending to be and from the way his hardness is throbbing inside me, he wants this as much, or more than I do.

“Dayne, please. I need…” I shift against him.

“What?” he demands in a near growl, amusement sliding away in an instant.

“You,” I whisper, “please.”

The only warning I have is his eyes darkening before he moves. And then all I can do is hold fast onto the sink as he pounds his hips against mine, a snarl on his lips.

“You’re mine. Fucking mine.”

I’ve never let myself go as absolutely until this moment.

With a crazed wolf inside me waiting for me to lower my defenses so she can break free, I can’t afford to. But not now.

Now nothing else matters but Dayne fucking me, not even holding my wolf back.

I forget everything.

My only thoughts are on the feel of him, the harsh slap of his skin meeting mine, and the musky scent of sex.

His pace is so hard, so fast, there’s not a hope in hell of me keeping up, so I don’t bother. I grip the sink even tighter and widen my stance, my gaze remaining locked on Dayne’s as he drives his cock deeper and harder inside me.

And my body just… gives around his.

All of a sudden, I’m standing on the edge of an explosion unlike any I’ve ever felt before. It’s nothing like how I felt at our mating ceremony. It doesn’t even come close to my first climax minutes before.

No, this is something else.

I’m going to come hard, and it’s got everything to do with the way his arousal is rubbing, dragging against places no one else has ever touched before.

This is it.

I feel myself igniting, breaking apart.

I go still even as Dayne continues to plunge inside me, my body tight, breasts swollen and aching, trembling as my eyes widen and my lips part.

“Dayne...” His name is a desperate whisper so soft it’s barely audible, so breathy I doubt he hears. I know I don’t from the harsh pounding of my heart in my head, drowning out all other noise.

But going by the taut lines of strain on his face and the increasing pressure of his fingers digging into my curves, it’s as if he hears me. As if he knows I’m coming.

Dayne draws his hips away, pulling out until only the tip of him remains tucked inside, and then he shoves back inside me.

Everything in me goes so tense, every muscle clamping so tight around Dayne as my eyes shutter closed and bright lights dance behind my lids.

He gives a violent shudder, and I know he feels how tightly my inner muscles are clenching him, holding him inside me.

And then the tension drops away, and I’m screaming as I writhe against him, the deepest pleasure I’ve ever felt in my life blooming, and I’m choking, nearly crying as the force of my release sucks all my strength away and I slump onto the sink.

I feel Dayne’s cock jerking against me as he holds me still, and then I’m being flooded with his fiery release.

I’m conscious he’s speaking. Maybe swearing. I don’t know, as he continues to slide his hardness in and out as he softens. Letting my body draw the last of his release from him, I don’t know.

But now my eyes are closing as exhaustion seeps through me and darkness opens its arms and embraces me.