Wolf Bound (Fated) By Jenival Writes
Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Callum thrust his hips against Amber, burying his hardness into the vee of her thighs as he sucked her nipple, and Amber nearly came apart when she felt the hand ridge of his c ock through the denim. She’d stroked the thick, stretched length in her dreams. She’d even put the broad, mushroomed head into her mouth and sucked it like a lollipop. But in person, he felt larger, hotter, and more formidable,

The ache inside her returned, an emptiness that coveted more. She frowned, freezing beneath the large man above her, trying not to focus on the delicious motions of his tongue and the hot wetness of his mouth. She’d just come three times. taken to a heavenly place that sent her soaring.

Wanting more-needing more-didn’t make sense. She knew something was changing within her but to g od she wasn’t a

Wonton creature.

Callum released her nipples and lifted his head, he met her gaze. Her confusion vanished, a foreign instinct slamming into place. His nostrils flared, and bright amber-hued eyes were intense. His fingers caressed her side, winding along her breast. He cupped her face in his palm.

“Do you want me?

“Yes,” she whispered, unable to look away. It was as if her body was working against her mind because she couldn’t seem to control the words that came out of her mouth.

“Tell me. I need to hear it

She was playing with fire, but she couldn’t help it. Her body knew what it wanted and craved and it was going to take it. If he left her now, she’d go mad. The intensity of her need clawed at her, a primal nature she didn’t know existed tearing its way to the surface.

“I want you.”

He lifted away so quickly she didn’t have the chance to cling to his muscular form. She came onto her knees, prepared to pounce on him when he beat at the waist and removed his lots, and peeled off his socks. His jeans clung to his body, his hard c ock visible. Her bean sputtered for a moment then started to race. The damp heat between her legs increased Popping the button fly, he moved toward the bed. A thin trail of dark hair ran from his navel down.

“Get me ready, baby. I want to feel that ripe mouth of yours.”

Licking her lips, she inched closer, watching as he tugged at the jeans and his c ock sprang free. She hesitated, stunned at how much larger he was in reality, long and outsized, veins visible beneath the skin. The head was darker in color and broader than the base. That sexual part of her arose again, suffocating her fear, and urging her forward.

Her fingers barely met when she wrapped them around the silken flesh at the base, a steady pulse beating against her palm. She started slow, darting her tongue along the crown, collecting the summering head that appeared at the thin slit in the head. His taste burst on her tongue-salty, masculine, and all Callum. She opened her lips and took him into her mouth, sucking at the tip, rubbing her tongue along the underside of his c ock.

He hissed and wrapped his fingers in her hair. “That’s it. Oh f uck, honey.” She nearly panicked when he hit the back of her throat but he held her in place and spoke in a low growl. “Swallow

Tears burned behind her eyes, but she managed to do as he said. He groaned and pulled away, returning for more of the same, “You can do this, honey. Relax your throat and breathe through your nose. Show me how much you need me. Take me, Amber. Take me deep”

She bobbed her head, taking him as far as she could. She forced herself to constrict her throat, swallowing although it took effort each time he thrust into her mouth. He settled into a rhythm, slow and steady, rocking his hips.

“Yes. Just like that. Just. Like. Than.”

Bolstered by his reaction, she kept up the pace, worshiping his c ock with her mouth and hands. She timed it so her fingers glidded along his swollen shaft with each retreat. She squeezed her fingers, tasting a hint of his semen, the flavor salty and

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tart. She moaned when she imagined him coming like this, forcing her to swallow him down. Instead of being repulsed, the idea appealed to a side of her that had just breathed new life.

Taste him. Claim him. Make him ours!

Her birthmark flared at the thought, burning white-hot. She started to pull away, raising her hand to rub at the stinging spot on her neck. Callum tugged at her hair and his erection slid from her lips. There was no preamble, no soft petting. He thrust her onto the bed, her head landing on the sofiness of the pillows, Then he was there, coming over her body, all muscle, tanned skin, and unforgettable features.

His hand trembled as he fisted his co ck and slid it along her wet cleft. “Do you accept me. Amber?”

It wasn’t just the sex he was asking for. This was more profound. The part of her that craved Callum in all ways roared the answer in her head, repeating it over and over. Pure sexual desire pulsed within her, making her nipples harden and her p ussy weep. Confused and shaken, she acknowledged the chorus in her mind, knowing she had to be making the right choice.

Yes.

The broad head brushed past the folds of her sex and dipped inside. She arched her back, wanting more of him. The burn. in her wrist continued, as though the skin had been recently branded with the mark, the small area of flesh tingling painfully.

“Look at me,” he ordered the words with a low growl.

Their gazes met. She didn’t turn away, looking him in the eye as he plunged deeper into her body. Her p ussy stretched, unaccustomed to his size and length, making way for his entry. There was no pain, only an incredible fullness as he slid deeper. Dimly she realized he wasn’t using protection, and that he needed to put on a condom. Before she could bring the matter to his attention, his hips surged forward as he buried himself within her, the head of his c ock bumping her cervix.

“I knew you’d be like this, he rasped, staying still, his length pulsing inside her. “So hot, wet, and tight as hell. You are squeezing me like a fist, honey. You’re definitely going to scorch me alive.”

Bringing her hands up, she buried his fingers in his biceps. Like this, she couldn’t tell where she started, and he ended. They were one, connected most intimately. Their skin collided, the smoothness of his chest teasing her nipples. She rubbed against him, aching in ways she couldn’t describe.

She couldn’t prevent a panicked gasp when he pulled away, the thickness against her vaginal walls retreating. She lowered her fingers, running them down his back to his buttocks. Before she could force him back, he thrust into her, the weight of his testicles slapping her a ss. White speckles dotted her vision, the pleasure was so intense she couldn’t stand it. Nothing existed at that moment-no worries about what she was doing, no concern about the pain at the back of her neck or the fact she was having sex with a virtual stranger.

Don’t say that! Something roared inside her. He’s not a stranger, the voice corrected. He’s ours.

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