I whimper, so wet with desire that I can feel it soaking into the bed under me. “Yes,” I manage.
Callan slides his fingers between my legs again, pushing two inside me. He strokes across my little nub, and I explode with pleasure. When I’m done clenching around his fingers, he leans down and takes a deep sniff between my legs. “Still want me to fuck you?” he asks with a crooked smile.
“Yes,” I moan.
He quickly strips off his clothes and climbs on the bed, stretching the length of his body next to mine. He starts massaging my hip, pushing his stiff cock against my thigh.
“Closer,” I breathe. “I need your weight on top of me.”
I feel at once aroused and vulnerable, like I might cry one minute and come the next. It’s an odd feeling, one that’s no doubt the result of nearly losing my life.
“What’s the matter, pet?” Callan says, his eyes boring into me with concern, as if he can sense my conflict.
“I don’t know,” I say, as tears leak out the corners of my eyes. “Just…
Hold onto me, and never let me go.”
“Never,” Callan promises, pulling me into his arms and squeezing me tight against him. “Never again.”
“Get on top,” I say.
Once he’s on top of me, I breathe a sigh of relief. He’s warm and heavy, and I feel completely safe under him, like his body is a shield protecting me. He kisses me gently, his soft beard rubbing against my cheeks.
Snug between my hips, he pushes up on his forearms to look down at me. “What do you want, pet? Want me to hold you like this? Whatever you want, I’m here to provide it.”
I shake my head, spilling out a few more tears. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
I nod my head. “Please.”
“Okay. But you tell me if anything hurts, okay? I’m not as big as Warrick, but I’m still too big for a lot of women.” The intense caring pouring for his gaze is like a balm to my soul.
I sniff in a shuddering breath. “Please,” I whisper. “I want you inside me, Callan. You won’t hurt me. I want all of you.”
He presses his lips to mine and reaches down, fitting the engorged head of his cock inside the opening to my sex. I moan in pleasure at the stretched sensation.
“You like that, don’t you, pet?” he asks with a knowing smile.
I nod eagerly and buck my hips under him, trying to impale myself on his cock.
The tip of his tongue lands on his upper lip as he eases his length inside of me, his eyes hooded as he watches my lids widen and my teeth bite down on my lip at the unbearable, delicious ache of his size inside me.
“Need to tap out?” he asks, a smirk on his lips.
“I don’t know what that means,” I admit, my breath coming short. “But I don’t want you out of me.”
He chuckles, draws his cock out, and then plunges back in-hard.
I squeak, and he grins like a wolf that just got a fresh kill and laid it out for the approval of his Alpha. It’s a gloating smile, one I’m not used to seeing on Callan’s face. I like this side of him. “How about now?” he asks. “Am I too much for you, little pet?”
There’s a challenge in his voice, like he wants me to give up. “No,” I cry, gripping his shoulders to keep him from pulling away.
“You’re fucking tight, aren’t you, pet?” he asks. “I’ll just be here waiting for you to get used to me.”
He doesn’t move until I start moaning and grinding up against him, scratching at his shoulders to get him going. “Fuck me,” I beg. “I’ve been gone so long. All I wanted was to get back to you and your brothers.”
“So we could fuck you?” he asks, sliding out and slamming deep into me again, making tears blur my vision.
“Yes,” I moan, rocking my hips up and down.
He lowers himself to his forearms and works himself around and around inside me. A low moan leaves his lips. “Fuck, you feel so good, Luna. I didn’t know a pussy could be this tight.”
I let out a whimper of pleasure, unable to look away from his eyes that captivate mine and hold me like I’m safe and warm at home. He pulls almost all the way out then drives his cock deep inside me. I eagerly tip my hips up to greet him.
“I’m going to make you come so hard, pet,” he growls, setting up a slow, steady rhythm of retreating and thrusting into me so deep I slide up the bed a bit each time our hips meet.
I match him thrust for thrust, panting and scratching his back, pulling him closer, begging for more. The whole time he looks deeply into my eyes, watching my blissful torment unfold. As I gaze back into his eyes, an
intense connection forms between us, burning through me, getting me hotter and hotter.
“I’m going to explode,” I cry at last, unable to hold myself back.
“Let me feel you come all over my cock, pet,” he growls, grinding deep so his pelvic bone smashes against my clit. “Let me feel that pussy milking me.”
Words desert me as an explosion of pleasure rocks through me. I cry his name, bucking wildly, my wolf howling inside me.
“Oh, fuck, Luna, here I come,” he shouts, and his hips move faster and harder. His head falls back, and he lets out deep grunts and moans as his liquid fire pours into me, sating my core and my wolf’s heart.
Our bodies fuse together, and for a minute, I can’t do anything but feel the mind-bending bliss and love pouring through us both. Our wolf spirits seem to be dancing together, crashing into, under, around, and through one another. A song I’ve never heard sings through my soul, like it’s fusing with his just as my body has.
When we finally come down, it’s this slow, sweet melting, like we’re two feathers floating back to earth. At last, Callan slides off me so I can breathe but wraps his arms around me and threads his legs through mine.
“Fuck, that was incredible,” he says, a deep sigh of satisfaction heaving through his muscular, tattooed chest. At this moment, I don’t care that
running back here almost cost my life. As long as I’m with the triplets, I’ll die a happy wolf.