The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 42

So gentle.

“Wait,” I say quickly.

He freezes.

“What? Are you okay?”

“There’s no ride without a helmet,” I tell him.

“Is this seriously the way you refer to a condom?” he muses, with a low groan.

I nod. “Do you have one?”

“In my jacket,” he admits, breathing in deep.

“Grab it, please,” I plead.

He goes and picks up the jacket from the floor. In a lightning-fast motion, he returns with a condom and a huge smile on his face. And his condom size is not-so-surprisingly not regular.

“Does this satisfy you?” he says smugly as he pops open the packet. I nod. I should tell him I’m on birth control, but this doesn’t seem like the right moment. Maybe later. When we’re both spent.

All of a sudden, his demeanor changes. For a moment, my wolf shifter boss suddenly becomes a tender lover as he strokes my cheek with his index finger.

In this position, I can see how big and muscular he is. I’m not afraid. A girl could get used to being the target of his attentiveness and maybe even want more.

He takes care to quickly and efficiently put the condom on. Then, lifting his gaze toward me, he smirks in a very sexy way. “You better not stop me again because I’m not sure I’ll be able to listen.”

“Don’t worry,” I whisper.

Fuck it.

Without a warning, Graham’s body lowers, and he teases my entrance with the head of his cock once again. Without saying a word, he sinks into me.

A ripple of pain courses through my body. It’s not painful per se, but it’s a feeling I’m not exactly familiar with, and I gasp.

Graham must read the look in my eyes because he looks concerned for a moment. But, I nod and urge him forward, my arms pulling him deeper and deeper. He is huge.

He is all man.

As I said to myself, I’m going to let him take me all the way.

Graham’s muscles tense, his face hard and determined, though his eyes tell a story all their own. As if by intuition, I spread my legs further to accommodate the muscular body of the alpha male I’m about to succumb to.

His jaw is clenched, his neck bulging with veins. But his cock feels and tastes just right, and he’s obviously able to control himself. No matter what. For now, at least.

A growl escapes his lips, savage and hungry.

Inside my belly, the heat starts to rise. “I’m about to come,” I say in a gasp.

Graham flicks my clit, and I feel the explosion of my orgasm rip through me. The world falls away. I sink my teeth into his skin in an effort to muffle my cries.

Suddenly, I sense a growl rumbling deep in Graham’s chest. It reaches my ears just in time for me to have a second to prepare myself.

The second his jaw tightens, I expect a change to happen.

Something is unleashed.

He may be dominant. But he is also a beast.