Free Wolf and Punishment (The Alaska Princesses Trilogy, Book 1) by Theodora Taylor

desperate neediness she did, because he was buried inside of her before she even finished coming.
    His entry sent another spasm of waves through her body, extending the climax she was having even as he began to carefully construct another one, his hips rolling, rolling, like a well-oiled machine as he pistoned inside of her—but then he abruptly stopped and pulled out. “Can I…? I want you in wolf position.”
    Wolf position. What humans called doggy-style. His request sounded like an apology. But he had nothing to be sorry about. Nothing whatsoever. Janelle got on her hands and knees, more than happy to try a position she’d only heard about.
    When he pushed into her from behind, stretching her out and filling her up at the same time with his thick length, she understood why this position was so popular. Soon she was undulating her hips on his shaft and she heard him expel a rough hiss of air above her.
    “Hell, Janelle, this view!” His fingers tightened around her hips. “And the way you’re using me to get off. I wish I could just stay still and watch this all day. But I can’t, and I’m not going to last long, baby, I’m sorry.”
    “It’s okay,” she said, loving the rush of power that came with the possibility of making a wolf as experienced as Mag come in this new position before she did.
    However, she didn’t outlast him. At first she thought she might as his groans increased in size and became louder. But at the last minute, he reached down and covered her clit with his fingertips, and suddenly it was the Bad Princess show all over again as she climaxed with crazed moans. Only then did he start pounding into her.
    “Don’t! Don’t! Don’t!” she heard him whispering behind her.
    And then he came, his fingers digging into her hips as he released. She could feel him shuddering as he emptied into her, and he was still shaking a little when he collapsed beside her and pulled her into his large arms. Her arms were nowhere near as large as his, but they were long and she wrapped them around him as best she could, all but gluing herself to his wide chest.
    They lay there like that, coming down, enjoying the feel of each other as they did so. And when everything was quiet again, she asked, “Why did you say ‘don’t?’”
    “Hmm?”
    “This morning and just now, you kept saying ‘don’t’ when you were getting close to coming. Why?”
    He was quiet for a long time, and she wondered if he would actually answer, but then he admitted, “I was telling myself not to bite you.”
    “You wanted to bite me?” she asked.
    “Yeah, but in Freedom Town we have rules about that kind of stuff. Not like laws or anything, more like a code everybody sticks to. You don’t bite an unheated she-wolf. You save that for your mate.”
    And there came that shiver again, the one only Mag gave her. It would be a disaster if she went into heat in Denver. In a city she didn’t really know. In a hotel room with a wolf to whom she hadn’t been pledged. She knew that. Yet she’d never wanted anything so much as she wanted to go into heat at that moment. She wanted his teeth on her shoulder, she wanted him to feel safe to lose control with her, to do with her as he pleased. She wanted his every dream to come true, getting onto a professional football team, becoming rich. All of it.
    “I want to go down on you,” she said.
    He jerked away from her. “Whoa, what?”
    “I want to put you in my mouth.” She sat up. “I want to make you feel the way you make me feel. Can you tell me how?”
    He seemed to be both amused and perplexed. “Janelle, you don’t have to do that.”
    “I want to.” She kissed down his stomach, just like he had kissed down hers that afternoon during their pre-movie round of sex.
    Then she took his member in her hand, wrapping her fingers around it on pure instinct. Apparently, she’d gotten the touching part right, because it swelled in her hand, rising to stand at attention, the hood