King Cave (Page 60)

“What I f**king want,” he muttered, his voice deep and guttural. I jolted in surprise when he blurred and bent to press his mouth brutally against mine. And…yeah, it took me a few seconds to understand I was getting what I wanted. King Fergus’s advice was spot on, even if I hadn’t really had a damn thing to do with it. Ezra’s lips ate at mine, and right when I snapped out of my shock, he leaned back the barest bit, groaning, “Tell me you want this too, sweetheart. Please tell me you want this.”

I nodded, staring into his glowing gaze, my hands instantly going to his belt. “Yes, I want this. Now, kiss me and shut up.”

“Fuck yes,” he moaned, his lips obeying and melding with mine. I groaned, pressing against his lips harder, greedily sliding my tongue inside his mouth, which was instantly met with his, his growl overriding my own. I felt his belt break in my hasty, fumbling hands, but I just yanked it out of his pants, dropping it on the ground. Ezra’s hands were quickly lifting the long linen skirt I had worn for the festive occasion, tearing the slits in the sides up to my thighs in his haste.

I felt like I couldn’t move fast enough. I wanted to touch him all over, lick and bite every inch of his gorgeous flesh. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump completely out of my chest, sounding in rhythm to his. His hand cupped me between my legs just as I finally got his pants unbuttoned and unzipped. “Ezra…” I grabbed the back of his head, holding his mouth close to mine as I snuck my hand down his boxer briefs and gripped his c**k tight.

His groan was more growl, and I heard, and felt, my underwear rip. His fingers slid through my folds, and I jerked, my core throbbing deliciously at the touch, my lower stomach churning into an open flame. I started pumping him as quickly as I undulated my hips against his touch. I shouted into his mouth when he slid two of his fingers into me, instantly pistoning them in and out as his hips thrust against my fist.

“Oh Jesus, sweetheart.” He pulled back from my mouth. “I need inside you.”

I nodded brokenly, my head thumping against the wall. “Hurry.” I groaned as he pulled his fingers away, but I yanked his pants and boxer briefs down his hips, right before my vision blurred as he spun me with his speed, pressing my front to the wall. He raked my skirt up over my hips, ripping off my underwear the rest of the way.

Bracing my hands on the wall, I spread my legs and tilted my hips out, presenting myself in blatant animalistic fashion, and barely felt him place his c**k at my entrance before he was shoving inside me. Both of us shouted at the instant friction, his c**k spreading me wide as my slick channel gripped him tight. Gripping my hips with bruising force, he brutally thrust once more before he was balls-deep inside me, shouting on a groan, “Sweetheart.” He pulled back, slamming inside me again, making me choke on a scream from his possession. “Perfect.”

His hands slid around my stomach and skimmed up under my shirt, ripping my bra to grab my br**sts as he started thrusting into me, pulling back only to slam in repeatedly. I screamed in pleasure as my world tilted from his possessive thrusts and at his dominance. He fondled my br**sts, squeezing hard, and shouted, “Fucking shit! The best…fucking best, little wolf.”

“Ezra!” I screamed, pushing back on the wall, my hands fumbling for a grip as I pressed my core against him, tilting my hips further and my voice high and breathless. “Ezra, baby!”

One of his hands disappeared from my br**sts, his hips still pistoning and building a raging fire inside me, and he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my face to the side. He slammed into me, making me scream as he growled, “Have you ever called anyone else that?” His cheeks were flushed bright pink, his eyes glowing, appearing like a man bent on ravaging.

“No, baby.” I shook my head inside his hold. “Only you.”

“Fucking right,” he rumbled, his lips landing on mine unbreakably, even as he thrust into me viscously, making me gasp. His tongue pillaged the cavern of my mouth just as his c**k owned my core, thrusting into me so fiercely my body shook against him and warmth began to transfuse my limbs from my core outward. He pulled back, eyes on mine, and panted against my mouth, “I’ve only ever called you sweetheart.”

A whimper escaped, and I pressed my lips back to his. “Baby…”

He grinned against my mouth, running his tongue along my bottom lip as his hands slid down to my hips, and he whispered, “I’m going to f**k you now.” His teeth latched onto the crook of my neck in clear possession, his c**k repeatedly driving into me so forcefully I went on tiptoe, screaming his name. Unrelenting pleasure consumed my body and mind at his nonstop, merciless dominance, his groans and growls rocketing my craving, knowing he was just as affected as I was by this possessive joining. My elbows hit the wall as I lost my grip, but Ezra only grunted, his teeth biting in harder to hold me in place as he hammered in and out of me.

“Fuck, baby,” I hollered, my wolf’s nails piercing through my skin so I could dig into the wall. His predator growled, his thrusts becoming urgent, and one of his hands instantly slid around me, his fingers finding my clit. I jerked against him, screaming, “Harder!”

He pressed more firmly as I undulated my hips, making him shout against my skin. His body started trembling against me just as branding flames shot from my core, licking at my stomach, before an explosion of heat overtook my frame. I screamed his name long and hard, my body jerking against him so fiercely that he shoved me flat against the wall. With his last thrust, his face turned to the side of mine as he shouted my name, his body quaking just as hard as mine, his c**k pumping deep inside me while his hot cum adding to my pleasure as he filled me.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure how long we stood like that, wrapped in our pleasure-filled haze. It seemed like forever as I slowly came down, my eyes gradually opening. I tilted my face, my breaths coming in shallow pants, my heart pounding fiercely against my chest. Ezra’s face was toward mine, his cheek pressed against the wall, his arms wrapped tight around me, supporting me since my feet no longer touched the ground. He still appeared out of it, his eyes closed as he breathed heavily against my cheeks.

I tilted my head forward and kissed his lips lightly. Just a gentle brush. He made a noise deep in his throat, the sound hoarse and fully sated. I kissed him again. And yep, got the same response, making me grin, lazy pleasure enveloping me. I whispered against his lips, “I missed you.”