Free Untamed: An Alpha's Promise (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) by Evelyn Glass Page B

himself against her, falling into a maddeningly slow rhythm that sent little shocks along the base of her spine. With every stroke his erection skimmed over her clit and dove through her slippery folds, rocking her in waves of bliss until she thought she would faint from the prolonged ecstasy. She struggled to keep herself upright as he moved her up and down against his shaft, coating himself with her fragrant essence. Her knees threatened to buckle and her thighs trembled with need.
     
    Parker reached up and took her face between his hands as he rolled his hips in time with hers, building and building the pressure. She shuddered as he stroked harder and when he positioned the head of his cock at her moist entrance, seeking access, she cried out in frustration until he was inside her. At last she was filled by him, stretched, her walls seizing him as he entered her. Her lips covered his this time, and he groaned with the contact, devouring her in return as he began thrusting inside her, every stroke building an elusive tingling network of shocks throughout her.
     
    Lying nearly flat against his chest, she was unable to move on her own and just rode his movements with him. His hands clutched at her ass and spread her cheeks, oblivious to her squirms. The little flame of desire in her kindled and rose until she was engulfed in its combustion as his fingers slicked through her wetness, brushing into the sensitive crevice of her ass and teasing her tight, puckered opening. She jolted and shuddered, surprised at how much that taboo touch thrilled her. Writhing against his cock and his fingers, begging him to make her come, she struggled on the lee until without breaking contact he flipped her over and drove into her, groaning as he thrust again and again.
     
    “All mine,” he gasped, fucking her into the couch, his face alive with both pride and lust. He had never looked more gorgeous to her than he did now, covered in a thin sheen of sweat so that he almost glowed in the morning light, his green eyes fierce and possessive on hers. His muscles rippled under her hands as she clutched at him. “Say it!” he urged. “Say it, Baby—”
     
    “Yes!” she choked as her orgasm crested, “I’m all yours, Parker!” And then she cried out and buried her face in his neck, muffling the rest of her violent sobs as the pleasure washed over her, dragging her down and down until everything else disappeared in the vortex of her climax. Mere seconds later, he stiffened and shuddered against her, twining his hands in her hair and groaning her name into her neck as he rode his climax, whispering over and over that he would love her forever before finally stilling himself between her clutching thighs.
     

 
    CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
     
    They spent most of the day in bed, wallowing in the bliss of their engagement. Charmaine called in sick for the first time in her life and was shocked that she felt no guilt whatsoever, only joy that she got to hang up the phone and make love to Parker again. By the time the afternoon rolled around, her hair was knotted and her lips were swollen and every time she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror she blushed at how thoroughly and gloriously fucked and happy she looked. Parker couldn’t stop kissing her left hand and kissing her ring finger. He’d already taken to calling her “Mrs. Kreuger” and she smiled every time he said it.
     
    But that evening as she and Parker were preparing a salad her phone rang and a text immediately followed. It was Scottie: Your dad’s in the hospital again . Come quick .
     
    They got to the hospital as fast as they could, and the scene grimly familiar. Crystal, weeping on Shannon’s shoulder. Scottie, vigilant and tense. Empty halls, that faint disinfectant smell, the same cloud of fear over everyone’s heads.
     
    César was unconscious again. How much of this can he really take? Charmaine wondered. He had been fortunate last time to only suffer minor lingering