CEO's Runaway Mate and Her Cubs

Warning: smut.

Rider let her lick his body to her heart's content. He didn't prevent her from touching him, and he just closed his eyes and enjoyed her caresses.

Being kissed like that first thing in the morning was such a blessing.

While undressing him, Samantha took off her clothes as well, tossing them aside without much thought.

Out of habit, he followed their trajectory and memorised the spot where her panties landed. Later, after he'd done everything he had on his list, he would have collected them before leaving.

But for the moment, he could focus on the naked wolf doing her best to please him. When her lips reached his jaw, he surrounded her waist with an arm and rolled on the bed, pressing her down with his weight.

He remembered how all the power he thought he had was just a pretence. That woman allowed him to treat her like that, for she could easily push him away or keep him down with her sole strength.

Instead of making him cower and whine for his pride, that realisation drew a smirk on his face. Maybe, that little devil hadn't even realised that he could read through her.

For sure, she didn't know he had discovered her lies by looking at her ears the night before. It was a little trick he wasn't going to reveal.

It reminded him a little about how his mother always knew when his father didn't tell the truth.

«It's not your turn, Mine,» Rider said, caressing her face with too much tenderness for his harsh tone.

His thumb rubbed on her red lips, and he bowed down to leave a light peck on them. He retreated before she could kiss him back, and he leaned on his knees to let her free to move.

«You're so fiscal,» she moaned, pursing her lips in a pout.

She tried pulling him closer to kiss, but he didn't let her win. He grabbed her hip, pushing her on one side.

«My turn, Miss Trouble. I did let you have your way, right? Now be a good girl...»

He overturned her with little effort, for she had realised what he wanted to do. In the end, male wolves could be pretty predictable.

His lips left a trace on her back, starting from her waist and moving higher up to her shoulders. It was light, slow, and absolutely tender.

Samantha closed her eyes and let him do, bending her head when his tongue caressed her neck. His hand crawled on the mattress, pressing on her breast and circling her nipple. He fondled her breast and roared against her ear, teasing her nipple with his fingers and nibbling her earlobe until making her moan.

Following the lead of his hands, Samantha stood on all four, her butt in the air and rubbing on his crotch.

His hands left her chest and wrapped her hips, positioning her perfectly for penetration. With a single, harsh motion, he filled her whole, reaching a depth that made her groan.

«Are... Are you alright?» Rider inquired, suddenly conscious of how uncomfortable that position could be.

Samantha nodded, for her throat didn't know how to form words anymore. She pushed back, meeting his hips with her butt, and looked at him from over her shoulder.

«Rider...» she managed to whisper, offering her hand to him.

His eyebrow twitched. He smirked, amused by how she could use that name in such a situation.

He accepted her hand and held her wrist, feeling her weight leaning even more against him. When their other hands were also joined, she arched her back. That motion made him slide even deeper inside her, and his lungs lost all air at that feeling.

She was hot, slicker, and divine... His cock could stay there forever if it was his choice. And the way she twitched around him, squeezing his member and wrapping it tightly... Oh, that was yet another level of pleasure and excitement.

He retreated his hips, weakening the grip around her arms. When he was almost out, he thrust forward while pulling her back. Samantha added some of her efforts by pushing on her thighs, meeting him halfway and generating an even greater impact when their bodies collided. She threw her head back, inhaling all the air her lungs could grasp.

They screamed their pleasure at the same time, immediately repeating that same ecstatic motion. As they proceeded further, the pace increased. They moved faster, and they moved rougher.

As their pleasure increased, their voices followed, and their bodies contorted against each other in search of that last bit that would make them explode. The climax hit them hard, making them collapse on the bed and moan, roar, or simply pant.

They didn't stay still for long; the day had just started, and they had a whole night to recuperate. They had wasted so much time talking instead of doing what their primal purpose was. They met to fulfil their bodies' needs, not to heal their souls.

«Now, me,» Samantha stuttered. Pleasure had clouded her mind, and she wasn't yet in control enough to talk any further.

Rider gave her a package from the box with condoms, a slight grin on his lips.

They forgot about breakfast, as their bodies returned to know each other in many ways. Their souls recognised each other in every caress, and their eyes absorbed each detail of their expressions.

Samantha didn't wait long before sitting on his lap and riding him. Her mind was somewhere else as her instincts drove her towards pleasure. Rider recognised the dangerous light in her eyes.

He had awoken something in her, and she didn't seem intentioned of letting him go until she was satisfied. It was something not so rare for powerful wolves. He had experienced it while fighting but never in bed.

His wounded pride shined as he accepted that he could trigger such a reaction from Samantha.

She was going to do all kinds of things that day. She would have taken advantage of him, probably forsaking every rationality.

And he was okay with that: he was ready to be taken advantage of.

«As much as you want, Mine,» he murmured, surrounding her with his arms as she rode closer to her climax.