I shifted a little, rolling my hips, tracking the breath that caught in his throat and the burst of pleasure that started life as a slow smoulder burning brighter with every tiny movement I made.
Embry gave it up. For a moment.
Then he stilled me. “Let me do it.”
Let him. What a fucking concept. As if I’d ever stop him. As if I’d ever want to.
I curled a leg around him.
Embry smirked and drew the other into a mirroring position.
He thrust his hips in a torturous grind, searching for the place I knew existed inside him. The one that made him sweat and pant and drive his fist into whatever surface we were fucking on.
Didn’t take long to find it. Or to fall into a rhythm that brought our flesh together, his abdomen skimming mine with every pump inside me. Every slow pull out as he dragged his hand up my throat, a light grip that had my eyes rolling and fresh curses spilling from my lips.
Curses he kissed away, hot breaths morphing with mine,stealingmine all over again as he brought his knees closer, rising up on them, leaving me on my back, gripping my thighs, rolling his dick inside me, hitting every spot, coaxing pleasure so fucking profound I could hardly stand it.
It’s how we stayed for the longest time.
Edging, edging, edging.
To the brink, over and over.
It wasn’t like this when I fucked him—hewasn’t like this. He came hard and fast on my dick, even when I took it slow, and I’d never seen this side of him. This fucking master of control.
And I was here for it.
So fucking here. Any pains long forgotten. He felt perfect inside me. Every throb. Every pulse. Every hypnotic grind that made me fall in love with him all over again.
I was so close, and eventually, so was he.
His thrusts got faster, his breath as uneven and strained as mine. His dick gotharder,pushing deeper, and it was too much. I couldn’t contain it. With my head thrown back, every nerve wrenched tight, my fucking bones thrumming, I surrendered to a climax that burned through me like wildfire, eviscerating every trace of the man I’d been before. And as he shot inside me, muscles jumping, cock surging, his low moan scraping my soul, that ache, that longing, finally fucking healed.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I was covered in cum.
Mine.
I chased it with my fingers and smeared it into Embry’s abdomen.
Mine.
He loosed a breathless laugh. “Perv.”
“I like it.”
“You belong in a dirty shifter book.”
“A what?”
“Go to the old lady’s book club on a Tuesday. They’ll tell you all about it.”
No thanks. All the civilised shit the club offered these days was for other people. Embry was for me, and I pulled him into a sticky embrace, as much of one as we could manage while trying to keep the mess away from the incisions on my belly, wounds that were starting to wake up and throb in time with my thundering heart.
My arms shook. My thighs.