Page 28 of Storm's Mistake

His hands gripped her thighs. His grip was tight, almost bruising. She whimpered, but it wasn’t out of pain. She felt incredible pleasure just from him touching her. The way his tongue worked her pussy, she couldn’t even think. She didn’t want him to stop, even for a second.

Shadow plunged two fingers inside her, and then his tongue attacked her clit, drawing out every little orgasm, and Lisa couldn’t hold back. Her body was at his command, and all she could possibly do was feel. He growled against her flesh, and that went through her body, only arousing her further.

But then, she couldn’t handle anymore, and the moment he knew she had too much, Shadow moved between her spread thighs and she felt the hard ridge of his cock. She gasped as she felt him fill her.

It had been too long since she had felt Shadow inside her. Inch by inch, he filled her up, reminding her exactly how big he was, how thick. This was why he had to bring her to orgasm. He refused to fuck her until she was dripping wet. There was no pain, just immense pleasure. She grabbed the cheeks of his ass and pulled him in those last few inches, where he hit a part of her that caused too much pleasure and pain combined.

“Lisa?” he asked.

“Fuck me,” she said. “Please, Shadow, just fuck me.”

He took hold of her hands, locking them together, and slowly he pressed them to the bed. She didn’t know why he was taking his time, but she didn’t care. Each touch and being close to him was like a dream to her, one she didn’t want to end.

She moaned, and then she cried out as he fucked her, hard and fast. She lost count of the number of thrusts, because the pleasure was the next level as he fucked her hard. Shadow slowed down and then sped up, and she met him stroke for stroke, hungry for his cock, desperate for it.

“Please,” she said.

“You’ll get everything, baby. I’ll give you the whole world.”

She didn’t want the whole world, all she wanted was to feel him, and so he plowed inside her. She relished every second, every sensation, and she didn’t want it to stop. Meeting him, thrust for thrust, staring into his eyes, Lisa knew she was still in love with him.

She was still in love with this man with all her heart and soul. There was no disappointment that she still loved him. She was also happy, she was going to have his baby, but in the back of her mind, there was still something missing. Hearing him say that horrible stuff, knowing if it hadn’t been for the baby, he wouldn’t be here—that tore at her heart.

She and Shadow were not meant to be. He wanted a wolf, a true mate, a mate he saw as his equal. She was neither of those things, and no matter what she did, she was never going to match up.

Staring into his eyes, Lisa watched as he came, and she felt the pulse as he filled her up. The pleasure was there, but something held her back, stopped her from being with him in the moment.

****

“You’re in a bad mood,” Pam said.

Shadow glared across his yard at Pam, who had decided to stop by for an unannounced visit. There were a lot of the pack who liked to do that. He didn’t realize how much his pack loved to visit, but then again, they all adored Lisa, and none of them were here to see him. Made sense. His mate was amazing and strong, smart, and funny. He’d watched her with the pack and seen them one by one fall in love with her.

“Why are you here?”

“Is this one of those times I’ve got to think of a deep and meaningful answer?” she asked.

“Stop being a wiseass.”

“I’m not a wiseass. I’m just stopping by to see how you and Lisa are doing.”

“We’re doing good.”

“And that bad mood is to show just how good you two are doing?” Pam asked.

Shadow glared at her.

Pam held her hands up. “Don’t get angry at me. I’m a concerned pack member and it is important to me that my best friends are happy.”

He lifted the axe, stared at the large plank of wood, and brought it straight down. He never had to worry about keeping his home at a blistering heat, but Lisa felt the cold a little too easily, so he was keeping up the warmth inside.

Lisa. The love of his life. The woman who carried his child.

They had been having sex, and it was like it always had been. Hot, sexy, needy, full of everything he could ever want with a woman. Only, there was something between them, something holding Lisa back.

After sex, in the past, Lisa would snuggle up against him. She would rest her head against his chest and talk to him, or she’d wrap her arms around him and then still talk to him. Either way, he ended up holding her, smelling her, enjoying her company, listening to her. In the past few weeks, she’d … left.

The first time they had sex, she’d not said a word, but after he finished and settled beside her, wanting to hold her again, she had thanked him and then left his room. He had wanted to chase after her but figured he had to give her time, to allow her to get used to wanting him again. He figured time was all she needed.