“But you can? If you want to?”
“Yes. We can now, since Prime Nial mated to a human female from Earth, a female who was also a soldier. She convinced him to change the law, that the risk was worth it to allow us to return home. Prime Nial himself is a contaminated warrior.”
“So why don’t you go home?”
“I am a danger to my people, Olivia. I seem calm at the moment, under your touch. But the beast lingers below the surface, ready to burst forth and fight, or fuck, at any moment. I can’t always control him.”
She was blushing again and bit her lower lip. “I know.”
I tensed instinctively. “Did he hurt you?”
She turned bright red, and I became even more concerned. I could not live with myself if I’d harmed her in any way.
“No.”
Within me, the beast chuckled as the smell of feminine arousal flooded my senses. I released her hands and placed mine on her waist. I needed her skin. Her softness against me. I needed to bury my cock inside her wet heat. I’d told her everything. She knew who and what I was, and she wasn’t afraid, wasn’t walking away. “Does he frighten you?”
“No.”
Thank the gods.
“I want you again, Olivia. I want to bury my cock in your body, give you pleasure. I need to feel your skin. I need you. Now.”
She shuddered as I had earlier, the tremor moving from her shoulders outward to her extremities. She lifted herself onto her knees and leaned forward to kiss me softly. Pulled back so that her answer was a whisper of heat over my lips. “Yes. I want you.”
Moving quickly, I lifted her from my lap to stand before me and stripped every bit of clothing from her body until she stood bare and beautiful in the light of one dim lamp. Every lush curve, every inch of pale skin was on display. Earlier I had not seen all of her. Only her legs, her creamy thighs, her pink, wet center. “You are beautiful, Olivia.”
“Shhh.” She stepped forward and placed her finger over my lips. “Strip, Warlord. If I’m naked, you’re naked.”
With a grin I lifted my hips from the couch and yanked my pants down past my knees. Making quick work of my shoes, I kicked the pants free and pulled her forward into a kiss.
She melted into me, her softness like nothing I had ever experienced in my life. I had fought and raged, pushed my muscle and bone to the breaking point in battles of both willpower and brute force, bone crushing bone. This was utterly different.
Olivia was softness and acceptance. Every part of her molded to me like a warm blanket. There was no struggle, no war, only comfort and pleasure. Divine, feminine seduction. Every touch made me want more. The heavy fall of her breast in my hand, the scent of her wet welcome, the hunger in her kiss. The catch in her breath, the quickening of her pulse.
My beast growled, threatened to rise, and I could not kiss her mouth, fuck her with tongue and cock and maintain control. Lifting her, I turned her to face away from me, the hard line of my cock sliding beneath her wet core as I settled her back to my chest.
“What are you doing?” she asked, trying to look up at me.
She did not protest as I placed her legs outside of mine and opened her pussy for my eager fingers. I stroked her thighs first, teasing her, enjoying the way her chest rose and fell as she panted with lust. I could look down at every inch of her.
“Try not to wake the children, mate,” I warned. Finally she was bare and open and receptive.
With that as my only warning, I pulled one nipple as I plunged two fingers deep inside her pussy, working her clit with my thumb as she arched her back with a soft cry.
“Shhh,” I murmured in her ear. “Can you handle this? Should I stop?”
Was that playful voice mine? I had not heard that tone before, at least not for so many years that I had forgotten it existed.
“Don’t stop.” She leaned back and turned her head, tried to reach my body with her lips. I did not need that level of distraction. This was my time, not the beast’s. If he rose, I would be on my feet and Olivia would be pinned to the door. The wall. Bent over the kitchen table as he rutted into her like the wild animal he was. I wanted her like this. On my lap, legs spread wide. Open. Accepting. Every inch of her melding with every part of me.
“Lift your arms, Olivia. Wrap them around my neck.”
She did as I bid without hesitation, and my beast preened at her submission to us.
I worked her clit, sliding my fingers in and out of her pussy until she clenched down to orgasm, then denied her. Over and over until she was writhing on my lap, begging.
Keeping one ear focused on the children—as I would tease my mate but never embarrass her should they stir—I lifted her and placed her wet core over my cock.
“Yes. Do it. God. Do it.” She wiggled and I allowed her to move, to lower herself down on me, stretching her open, filling her. Completing her.
When I bottomed out, her pussy clamped down like a fist, and I bit back a groan of my own as her mouth opened on a silent scream.
Olivia
So full. So tight. So incredibly tight.
His hands were everywhere. On my clit. Playing with my nipples. Gently placed across my throat in a way that made an inner naughty Olivia light on fire like a blowtorch.
The orgasm ripped through me as he filled me. Thick. Hard. So big. So mine.
My pussy was still swollen from earlier, from the door, from his beast. And now he was behind me, the angle of his cock inside me so direct. So deep. I was splayed out like an offering on his chest, and I loved it. Fucking loved it.
He pumped his hips up and into me once. Twice.
The tension spiraled, my moan impossible to constrain within my throat as my pussy rocked into spasms again. I’d thought what we’d done earlier had been amazing, but this… a completely different side to Wulf.
“Come, mate. Come all over my cock,” he ordered as his hand rested on my throat, a gentle but possessive touch that made me feel both vulnerable and safe at the same time. His opposite hand rubbed my clit in a rhythm that made me whimper as he fucked me. Hard. Fast. Slow. Deep.
I came again. My pussy was so swollen and sensitive that squeezing my inner muscles kept me awash in pleasure.
“Wulf.” His name lingered on my lips as his heat flared at my back. My pussy spasmed hard, the jolt of my orgasm making my toes curl and my heart race until I couldn’t breathe. “Wulf.”
I didn’t know what I was asking, only that I needed. More. Less. Him.
“Mate.”
His touch gentled, the hard demands of his cock changing into a soothing tempo that felt like a caress. Like care. Tenderness. Was this love? Was this what making love felt like?
I had never been in love. Not once in my life, so I didn’t know. All I knew was this was bliss and I’d only known him a few hours. He’d known instantly that I was his. Was there something in me, some instinct, that knew he was mine in return? Could it be possible?
His hands gentled as well, the roughness of his palms moving over my skin with reverence. Maddeningly slow. Every movement a soft and deliberate exploration.
I slid my fingers up over my head and into his hair and held on as he worshipped me. His cock filled me in a gentle glide that felt like it could go on forever.
“Wulf.” This time his name sounded like a prayer, and I was glad he could not see my face.