Her fingers were wrapped around the comforter, yanking it away from the edge even before I thrust my cock inside. Once I had, all bets were off that I could control the needs of my wolf. I’d need to do everything possible to keep from exposing the darkest side of me.

Georgia shuddered audibly, arching her back while she took several shallow breaths. I was completely electrified, incapable of offering any sound other than deep growls. They should terrify her, but she didn’t succumb to fear so easily.

I pulled out, the air hitting my shaft and stealing my breath. As soon as I plunged into her again, I wanted more. It took seconds for my actions to close in on being brutal. Even though I developed a rhythm, pacing myself, that wasn’t helping curtail the raw, almost painful intensity.

So I fucked her even harder.

The sound of her skin slapping against mine echoed in the room mixing with her raucous scattered breaths. She met every savage thrust even as I tightened the scarf to the point I feared cutting off her oxygen. But I was so intent, the need increasing until I couldn’t see straight if I tried. With every plunge making it more difficult to keep some sense of sanity let alone control around her, I had two choices.

Walk away and keep my blue balls, or fuck her elsewhere.

There was one chance I had enough humanity left in me to back away completely. A change in plans was required.

Once more, I rolled my hand down her back, this time cracking the palm against her bottom before pressing my thumb into her very tight dark hole.

She tossed her head back immediately, providing a beautiful view of her neck. I took a deep whiff, my entire body shaking as soon as I did. Relief needed to come soon, or I’d no longer recognize myself.

I pumped my thumb inside, trying to loosen her up while fucking her sweet pussy. She was so hot, wetter than before, and she had a way of creating waves of satisfaction that she likely didn’t understand.

But I was reaching the end of my rope. With a deep, strangled roar, I pulled out, immediately pressing my cockhead against her puckered hole.

Georgia clawed at the bed, shifting her hips back and forth. Did she not know that tempting a beast was in bad form? At least I could grin as I pushed a couple of inches inside, forcing patience while her muscles clamped around the thick invasion.

The sensations were incredible, pushing boundaries that I shouldn’t want. I had as much difficulty breathing as Georgia and the sweet fragrance of vanilla and jasmine was doing nothing more than providing an invitation for my wolf. I threw my head back as beads of sweat trickled down the back of my neck.

Once I was fully seated inside, every synapse was caught off guard by the rush of current. I released my hold on the material, concentrating on holding her hips and fucking her before I lost all sense of myself.

The force was enough the bed rocked, a distinct hum sounding off in my ears. I was lost in the moment, conscientious of her needs yet surrendering to the damning level of control my wolf had over me. With her meeting every brutal thrust, losing myself was a sheer pleasure.

Until my system couldn’t take the pressure any longer.

With a wide smile on my face, I allowed the lure of filling her with my seed to win, erupting deep inside.

In those moments as we both spiraled high, finally floating back to reality, I sensed the next time could mean something entirely different.

And there would be a next time.