The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 44

I know I made the right decision by choosing to sleep with my boss. He will show me such pleasures that I’ll lose my mind.

The heat from the base of his cock starts to rise as it jerks violently inside my tight pussy. A loud grunt makes its way through his jaws as his hot load starts filling the rubber.

He pounds into me at an inhumane speed. The head of his cock swells, reaching that secret spot inside me until I’m exploding in an intense climax.

Giving one last push, Graham finally pulls out.

“Holy fucking shit,” I utter. I am completely spent, yet the orgasms keep rolling over me.

“If you enjoy me like this, I wonder how you’d feel if you were actually mated to a wolf. Imagine making love without the rubber. Fuck, Cassie,” he snarls, plopping down onto his back on the bed.

“Oh…Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” I tell him, wondering if that’s some kind of a soulmate thing that all the books are crazy about. “Is that even possible?”

“My brother mated with a witch,” Graham says between pants. “As far as I’m concerned, anything’s possible.”

No words seem appropriate, because I’m breathless and with my mind fuzzy. On the other side, I wonder if it is okay for me to lie down because I need to regain some strength, but I really want to keep this moment of happiness.

No words can help me fix it, whatever my relationship with Graham is now.

But somehow, the pillow smells good. Like Graham, like my wolf-boss-with-benefits who fucks like a beast. Or someone who isn’t entirely human, to be precise.

To my surprise, as I turn onto my back, he’s looking at me. And the way he looks at me right now is beyond normal. It’s almost as if he cares and feels and hurts. So, alien for a shifter with an asshole personality.

I take a deep breath.

“Graham?”

“Yes?”

For some reason, seeing him here, seeing us in this situation makes me laugh. I laugh so hard that my stomach hurts. I don’t think he’s amused by it, but hey, it’s my night. I’ve made the right choice by letting him in, and now all I want to do is enjoy my time with him. At least until the wine wears off. Or until I feel my legs again.

I glance at Graham.

“I’m not sure I believe what you just told me,” I say after catching my breath.

“Well, dear Cassie, would it help you to know that I’m not in the habit of lying?”

I laugh. “Said every man who lies.”

“Assuming I am a man right now would be a grave mistake,” he growls, rolling on top of me.

“Good to know,” I murmur. “Speaking of, aren’t you lying to the entire world about being a human?”

“It’s not lying if they don’t ask,” he replies without missing a beat.

“Of course!” I exclaim, this time fighting the urge to roll my eyes. “Whatever you need to tell yourself.”

“Careful, Cassie,” he warns softly, using my nickname ever since he buried himself in me. “If you continue to tease me, I will be forced to punish you.”

“What kind of punishment are we talking about?” I ask, my body reflexively rising in his arms.

“I was thinking a thorough spanking would be necessary.”

“But I liked that!” I protest.

He cocks an eyebrow and gives me that wolfish smile that makes me so wet. “In that case, next time we have sex, I will keep you from reaching an orgasm.”

“That’s cruel!” I exclaim. “Besides, there won’t be a next time anyway.”