He rubs my back and his handsome face is etched with concern.
“Careful,” he warns.
I recover, and whisper, “Savage? Why are you calling me Ivy Savage?”
“I’m Tyson Savage,” he says as if he doesn’t understand my confusion.
Does he think we’re married? How delusional is he?
He lifts my hand and kisses the top of it and then strokes that mark on my neck, making me shiver. “I’ll purchase a wedding ring for you today when we go for supplies if you like. I won’t wear one because I’d lose it during shifting.”
My mouth drops open.
He lets out a playful-sounding growl against my temple and his lips touch.
“Just one more bite and then I’m having you. I can’t wait. You can finish them after.”
He saws through a halved peach with the spoon and scoops it up into my mouth. The piece is big, but I chew it and as I’m swallowing, as I’m trying to figure out where to start with all the thoughts rolling around in my brain, he sets the dish on the table beside the bed that holds an oil lamp and a stack of dusty books before he flops onto his back and pulls me on top of him. The piece was so big and with the surprise of being lifted, some peach syrup has trickled out of the corner of my mouth. He sees it and catches it with his tongue.
He groans sexily as he licks his lips.
And now my crotch feels like it’s gone to hot mush.
My hands land on his chest as I gasp. God, his body is warm, and this chest is defined. His shoulders are absolutely huge.
I swallow the rest of what’s in my mouth, but not without difficulty.
His fingertips whisper across the mark on my neck and his eyes glow just briefly as he kisses me and then smiles. “How do you feel today, Ivy?”
“Uh… can you let me go so we can talk for a minute?”
“No,” he denies with a shake of his head. “I need inside you. We’ll talk after that.” He flips me over and gets to his knees so he can peel my yoga pants and underwear down all at once.
I do nothing to stop him. I just watch.
He gets to his feet, undoes his shirt, shrugs it off and drops it before he goes for his fly and I watch as he drops those jeans.
Commando.
Boing! His cock springs up and it’s got a clear droplet on the tip. My eyes move up to meet his and our eyes stay locked as he licks his lips until I can’t see him because he’s hauling my hoodie and tank top up over my head.
“Remove this garment,” he commands and immediately my hands find the front clasp and with a snap of my fingers it flings undone. His eyes fall on my breasts and his nostrils flare.
He grabs my thighs and gives a little yank, making me drop to my back. Instantly, he’s lining up and spearing me with that giant beast of a cock without warning. I gasp as my legs wind around his lower back and cross at the ankles. I put my hands to his massive shoulders and a whimper escapes my lips as his fingers slip between us and play between my legs.
“I’m glad you were ready for me. I like that.” He puts his mouth to the mark on my neck and sucks on it. I cry out and in just seconds, I am plummeting, nerves sparking, feeling sensations in new cells that I swear couldn’t have been there before, and then I’m there. I am there.
His cock moves in and out and his fingers play with my clit.
“Holy fuck, Ty-Ty-uh, shit…Ah!” I cry out loudly as I climax. While I cry out, he pistons his hips over and over, staring into my eyes with an expression of absolute dominance.
God, I’ve lost my mind. I really have. And it’s like I think entirely in expletives with the word fuck coming out of my mouth and invading my brain on a constant basis. Somebody save me from my insanity here because not only did I not even try to stop him, not only did I bare my breasts on command, but I’m also lying here thinking I could spend my whole life doing nothing but getting dicked by Tyson the man slash werewolf and being completely blissed out.
He flips me to my belly and hauls me up to my knees by my hips and goes harder and faster, grunting.
“This ass. God, this ass, Ivy Savage.” He slaps it and I squeal.
He lets out a deep chuckle and then kisses the back of my neck. I feel the heat of his torso against my back. Whoa.
He lifts me upright by the throat in a gentle hold and I brace my hands on the wall in front of me. He’s on his knees, driving up into me over and over and lifting my knees off the mattress with each thrust. He lets out that rolling thunder sound that sounds a whole lot like a growly purr as he does it and my head rolls back and my eyes drift shut as a warm feeling seeps straight through my body, through my bones from my ears down to my toes.
His left hand goes to my clit again as his mouth goes to that spot on the left side of my neck and I cry out as he’s tonguing my neck, rubbing my clit hard, and ramming into me. My body clamps hard around him, making him growl a satisfied sound. It feels as if he expands in size inside me, by a lot, and then there’s pulsing against my g-spot and my legs are shaking hard, going weak. I’m stretched to the limit, to where I know I’ll feel raw after, and hot liquid fills me. There’s so much of it, it trails down my inner thighs, feeling like warm oil. His fingers continue to assault my clit, mixing with the hot liquid that’s coming out of me and I come on top of coming, my entire body rattling with the force of it.
I melt back against him and he puts me on my belly and covers my back with sweet kisses. I blow out a long breath. Whoa.
He cuddles in, throwing a leg over me and playing with my hair. I feel his hot breath and his mouth against that bite mark. I hear myself let out a happy-sounding sigh. He chuckles and kisses me again. God, him laughing against my skin brings a feeling of bliss I can’t describe.
“Rest for a few minutes and then eat the rest of your fruit so we can go out and get some supplies.”
I blink, staring at the fireplace, feeling warm and toasty. It feels like I’m glowing.
Shit. What am I doing right now? I can’t seem to make myself do anything. I just soak in the warm and strangely amazing feeling of being cuddled by him.
His finger dances down my spine, between my butt cheeks, and then inside me again. He growls once more, and then draws that finger back out, bringing wetness with it, that he trails across my back door and up my crack. I shiver and my nipples tingle.
My inner thighs are wet. And this bed still isn’t made properly. The sheet has come completely off its remaining corner. The pillow has an old and dusty, faintly musty odor to it.
I wiggle my nose in distaste.
“What is it?” his deep voice rumbles. “What’s wrong?” he prompts, nudging me with his nose at my cheek when I don’t immediately answer.
“The pillow smells funny.”
Of all the things I can tell him about what’s wrong, I say that? Not that he essentially kidnapped me after breaking my car and then dicked me into a coma before feeding me peaches, dicking me again, and not to mention the fact I’m lying here in a puddle of hot sex juice that he’s essentially playing in, like a little kid in a bathtub filled with plastic toys.
“The house has been closed up for a long time. Think of whatever you feel we need, and we’ll get it today.” He squeezes me.
Get it today. We’ll get it today? Oh. I’ll have an opportunity to get away from him.