Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
“Your ankle,” I gesture at it. “You need to see a doctor.”
“It can wait.” She dries off like she has somewhere to go.
I climb out and drain the tub. “Madi…look at me.”
When she turns, she’s completely composed. She’s the same efficient, self-possessed assistant who walked into my office, turned my world on its head, and ripped my heart from my chest. There’s no sign of trauma. Only massive determination.
She hands me a towel.
I still want to tear the world apart for trying to take her from me, but she truly appears to be okay. Scraped and bruised but not dying. “I need you, Madi.”
It’s not what I meant to say–not at all. In fact, it’s not something an alpha should ever say–at least not the way my father led. But it’s the honest truth. I need Madi with a desperation that’s still driving me mad. I nearly lost her out there, and my wolf won’t quiet until I’ve claimed her again, thoroughly.
It’s definitely not the right thing to say when Madi must still be fuming over me coming to the Pack Games and leaving her on that island.
But for some reason, she doesn’t show any anger or resistance. “I’m here. I’m yours.” She drops her towel and steps forward.
My body collides with hers before my brain even gives it the order to move. I snatch her up in my arms to keep her weight off her hurt ankle. I pin her against the wall, kissing the fuck out of her mouth, sucking down her neck, cupping and squeezing one breast.
“I need you.” Again, I didn’t mean to speak, but the words rasp from my throat. I just let go and go with it. “I need you so fucking much.”
Her legs wrap around my waist, and then I’m carrying her out of the bathroom, oblivious to whether we’ll be seen. My brain cells have all taken a dive south of my waist, and my dick is clearly in control right now.
I find a bedroom and kick the door shut. I’m ravenous. I toss Madi into the center of the bed and climb over her, spreading her legs and feasting like a starved man. I squeeze and knead her ass, lifting it so her core is easy to lick, suck, and penetrate with my tongue.
Madi’s voice bleeds through her panting. Her whimpers and cries of pleasure drive me even faster to madness.
“Now, Brick,” she orders.
I don’t know what she means, but there’s nothing I won’t do to satisfy her. I drop her hips back onto the bed and climb over her.
She spreads her knees wide, tipping her entrance up for me. Clearly this is what she needs from me.
“You want me inside you, beautiful?”
“Yes,” she moans. “Now.” She cups her own breasts, squeezing them, looking every inch like a sex goddess.
One swift snap of my hips, and I bury my cock inside my beautiful mate.
She cries out, and I freeze, afraid I hurt her, but then she begins moving her hips to meet mine. Moving them with determination, like she needs more.
“Is this what you need, Madi?” I ease back and slam in home again.
She cries out again, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Yes,” she cries.
“You need a good, hard fucking?” I pick up my speed, delivering deep, hard, steady thrusts.
“Yes, Brick.”
Something about hearing my name on her lips drives me fucking mad. I let out a wolf-like snarl and drop to one hand beside her head, pumping faster now, like fucking her is my job. My living. My purpose in life.
“Madi…Madi…beautiful Madi,” I chant, desperate to see her come.
The room is hot. It’s spinning. I somehow sense the moon shining on us, blessing our union.
Right. Because Madison is my mate.
“Madi.”
“Brick.” Her nails dig into my shoulders. “I love you.”
My breath catches. My balls draw up tight, and then I come so hard I forget where my body stops and where hers begins. I come so hard, I must scald her with the hot ribbons of my release.
Madi comes, too, her mouth open on a silent cry, her internal muscles working my cock, squeezing every last drop of cum from it.
I let out a broken-sounding groan as I lower my body onto hers, kissing along her ear, her hairline, across the bridge of her nose, and finally mating my mouth with hers.
It’s true, she’s broken me. I’m nothing of the man I was before I met her. Before I mated her.
I knew she was my weakness, but I suddenly understand that it’s not because she’s human. It’s not because mating her may mean losing the pack. It’s because she cracked me open. Showed me what life looks like with love in it. With a female I can trust and depend on. One who has my back as much as I have hers.