Free Dreams of Wolf [Half-breed Shifter Series Book 2] by Miranda Stowe

I’m out of here,” followed by the
sound of the front door opening and banging shut.
    “Thank God,”
Knox muttered in her ear even as his hard dick pressed the cloth of her silky
nightgown deeper between the crack of her ass.
    “What?” she
asked, rolling her hips and grinding backward.
    “He’s finally
gone.” He bent her forward. “I have to have you. Now.”
    “Wha—” Her eyes
flew open wide as he lifted her nightgown and cool air brushed the backs of her
legs. Snapping her panties in half as he ripped them off, Knox pressed himself
at the opening of her vagina. “Oh, my God.”
    She gasped and
began to pant, growing even wetter, soaking to the point that the head of his
cock slipped inside her without either of them pushing.
    This was the
first time they’d done anything outside the bedroom. Everything felt different,
in fact. She didn’t remember going to sleep.
    He was in a
frenzy to master her, show her and the entire world whom she belonged to.
    “You’re mine,”
he growled and thrust deep into her body. “That male is never to talk to you
again. He had his chance. Now it’s past.”
    His penis
seemed to push deeper and deeper into her with each plunge. “Knox,” she cried
out.
    He looped a
hand around her waist, and without breaking rhythm, he took her to the floor
until she was propped on all fours on the carpet; then he mounted her from
behind. His chest covered her back, and the fronts of his thighs lay along the
backs of hers. His penis tunneled deeper.
    “This is how
wolves do it,” he growled just before biting the back of her neck and holding
her in place with the light grip of his teeth as he pounded into her from the
rear.
    For some
reason, it felt unbearably erotic, and Jaycee came, heaving back against him
and screaming his name.
    “Again,” he
demanded even before she’d completely settled from her high. He continued to
thrust into her, no mercy, just whiplash after whiplash of pleasure.
    Jaycee bowed
her face down, her hair sliding over her shoulders as she shook her head. She
tried to sink her fingers into the carpet and hold on for dear life. Her knees
were already stinging from rug burn. And yet the pressure on her pussy, the amazing
sensation of Knox filling her, had her rearing backward every time he shoved
himself home.
    “Oh my God, I
can’t—”
    “Take it.” His
growl was pure wolf. His pumping became frantic, without style, and all about
pure need. Just before he latched his teeth back around her shoulder, he
commanded, “Don’t you fucking pass out on me again.”
    Then he came,
roaring as he poured into her. The flex and grind of his dick, expanding as it
spent its passion, ignited her cunt into contracting and squeezing him tighter,
tearing an orgasm from her in the most pleasurable pain she’d ever experienced.
Her vision went blurry and gray, her head went light, and her body felt
strangely muzzy, but she remained conscious in a hazy kind of realm.
    Time stretched
on. Either that or Knox’s orgasm lasted particularly long, as in minute after
minute, he pulled taut and groaned, bucking in that turbulent climaxing sort of
way.
    “Jaycee?” he
finally rasped when the ripples from him came every couple of seconds.
    “Hmm?”
    He growled out
a canine sound of pleasure. “Good.” He smoothed his hand over her hip. “You’re
still with me. There’s hope for you after all.” Then he kissed her shoulder
where he’d left a distinct love bite and slowly pulled out of her. “Sorry.”
    “For what?”
Confused, she shook her head and let out an amused laugh as she rolled around
and plopped onto her back to stare up at the ceiling of her living room.
    He nestled
himself beside her, tucking his cheek next to hers so they could study the
ceiling together. “You only came twice.”
    She snorted.
“Oh, you poor wolf, you. Here. You can make it up to me now.” Rolling on top of
him until they were lying belly to belly on the floor, she kissed him