Free Raber Wolf Pack Book Two by Ryan Michele Page B

glorious rod that is sticking so far inside of me that I swear he’s in my throat.
    “Are you gonna move?” The seductive murmur from his full lips draws me in and I bite mine. Something inside of me snaps and I move, up and down like I am on a raging bull. Max’s hips thrust up and I move down, getting on my feet to use them for leverage. Max’s hands grip my hips so tight and I can see by the strain in his arms that it’s taking everything he has inside of him not to take control of this movement.
    Each slam, over and over, it builds. It grows so damn much I’m going to explode. I feel it coming and there is no way to stop it. Max’s palm covers my clit and begins to move back and forth swiftly. I shatter, screaming myself into oblivion, feeling every bit of sexual fire in my body.
    Max doesn’t give me a second to rest as he flips me onto my back, never breaking contact with me. “You had your fun. Now it’s my turn.”
    I gaze up at him. His eyes turn from that sexy green to almost white as his lust climbs to impalpable levels. Shit. He lifts my knees, rolling them to either side of my chest, and then all reason leaves me. All thoughts gone. Everything disappears as Max takes from my body everything that I am able to give. At this moment, that is anything and everything.
    His thrusts are so gloriously harsh and brutal that I come twice more before he explodes inside of my body, sweat beading on his face and down his chest. Max falls on top of me, but then rolls to the side, looking down at me. “That help at all?”
    I thought it was a strange question, until the roll starts back up in my belly. My body demands more. What the hell? I just had a shit-ton of orgasms. More than I’ve had with any other partner at one time and my body wants more? I don’t know if I can take more.
    “More,” I croak out, the need so deep in my voice, and all Max does is smile.
    “I’ll take care of you.” And he does. Two. More. Times.
    We lie here, panting, neither one of us moving an inch. “That was the best sex-a-thon ever,” I manage between breaths. Max chuckles.
    “Baby, we are just getting started.” He does not disappoint. His sexual stamina is off the damn charts. From this, I can totally tell he is not human because no man could keep coming and getting it back up in time to go again before the panting has even died down. Every human woman should get themselves a wolf. They would not be unsatisfied.
    Over and over again, he takes me hard, rough, slow, sweet, and everywhere in between, but never hurting me in any way. A few times I grimace at some of his thrusts, and he immediately backs off a bit. He needed a subtle reminder that I am human after all. I don’t have super-strength. Even though I did keep up with him each time and for that I’m proud.
    We sleep tangled in each other’s arms, my thirst quenched. For now.

 

Kenly
     
     
    A ROUGH POUNDING on the door wakes me from the most restful sleep I think I’ve ever had in my life. My head lays on the broad chest of the man I screwed all night long. And I’m tired. Very, very tired.
    “Make them go away,” I moan, patting his chest haphazardly.
    “Let me up, babe.”
    Reluctantly, I roll away from him and pull the blankets up to my neck. Not because I am afraid that our visitor will see me. That’s a given. No, it’s that without his body heat, I’m freaking freezing. He strides to the door, naked as the day he was born. Hmm , how are wolves when they’re born? Are they in human-form or wolf-form? Another question to ask. He swings it open to a very impatient doctor. I really should learn his name, but I’m pretty sure no one has told me that yet.
    I sit up, feeling that whatever is going to come out of his mouth is important.
    “What?” Max barks.
    “Max, let the man in.” Rolling my eyes, I wave the doctor in. Manners, people. Max steps to the side and grabs a pair of sweat pants off the floor, then pulls them on. He sits next to me on