\[Rosco’s POV\]
I shove deep into Denali while she claws at my skin. Dammit, this woman was going to be the death of me. She could act so insecure and innocent one minute and so fucking seductive the next. I was sure she had no idea just what she did to me every time she asked me to do things to her.
“Say my name, princess,” I hiss, quickening my thrusts.
“Rosco,” Denali moans, wrapping her legs around my waist. “That’s it, Rosco, harder.”
Fuck, I promised myself I wouldn’t get rough with her until I was sure she was used to this, but the need to fuck hard and ruthlessly was starting to take over. Fuck it. What was the worst that could happen if I let my feral side out? She would tell me to stop, and I would do just that, but what if she became afraid? Dammit, this was frustrating.
“Hey,” she murmurs, sliding her hands to rest on my cheeks. “What’s wrong?”
What was wrong? I was fighting an inner battle, and my rational side was quickly losing.
“I don’t want you to be afraid of me,” I respond, coming to a halt.
“Afraid?” She repeats in confusion. “Why would I?”
“Do you know how badly I want to bend you like a pretzel and tie you up?” I ask, deciding to test the waters. “How much I want to leave my marks on your skin? I don’t think you know how much I’m holding back right now, princess.”
Growing quiet, I wait as she processes my words, and when acceptance and even curiosity flash in her eyes, I know what will come out of her lips next.
“Then don’t,” she says quietly, flushing ever so slightly with embarrassment over encouraging me. “I don’t want you to have to hide who you are with me.”
“Even if it means that I could hurt you?” I counter.
“You won’t hurt me,” she counters, giving a sly smile. “I trust you not to push me further than I’m willing to go, and because of that, I want you to trust me to not think any less of you.”
Remaining silent, I stare down at Denali while I feel something in me snap, and before I can stop myself, I’m pulling out of her long enough to flip her onto her stomach. As she gasps in shock, I reach out and grab her throat as I use my free hand to spread her thighs wide enough for me to fit.
“If it becomes too much, say it,” I warn, pushing into her. “Don’t try to endure just because you think it will make me happy; what makes me happy is knowing that you feel safe.”
“Got it,” Denali whimpers, clawing the sheet beneath her. “I got it.”
“Good girl,” I husk, lifting a hand and then bringing it down on her ass. Lifting it, I watch in delight as a beautiful pink imprint of it forms on her porcelain skin.
As I move, I can feel my wolf beginning to stir, wanting to take over with our woman, and I allow him in on the action. Growling, he tightens his hold on Denali’s slender neck, just enough to make her dizzy but not enough to stop her from breathing.
“Say it,” I growl, joining him. “Say my name, princess. I want to hear your voice echoing around us.”
Reaching out, I grab her hip and squeeze, digging my claws into her skin while I fuck her hard and fast.
“Rosco!” She moans, arching her back more. “That’s it, Rosco, ROSCO!”
With her last exclamation, a powerful orgasm erupts, causing her body to tense and shake, but I continue to fuck her as hard as I can.
When she comes down, I release her throat and grab each of her arms, positioning them on her back so I can squeeze her tiny wrists in my hand and pull her.
“Oh goddess, fuck!” Denali screams as I pull hard on her arms so that she presses against me while I fuck her fast and deep. “ROSCO! OH, GODDESS ROSCO!”
Her words are like a magical chant that pushes me to want more.
“Remember what I told you,” I rasp, feeling her body shake from the excursion. “If it becomes too much, say it.”
“It isn’t too much,” she pants. “It isn’t enough.”
Isn’t enough. Fuck, was I creating a monster? I didn’t know and I didn’t care; all I cared about was ravishing the woman in front of me until I’d had my fill, but even I didn’t think that was possible.
When I feel myself getting close, I release her and let her fall to the bed while I pull out.
“Bring your mouth here,” I hiss, palming myself and pumping. “I want you to use it to finish me off.”
Nodding, Denali slowly twists around while licking her lips, and when they wrap around me and begin to slowly swallow me, I hiss and jerk, cumming into her throat while she greedily sucks up every last drop.
“Thank you,” she giggles when I pull out.
“Are you really thanking me for using you as I please?” I ask, leaning back on my knees. “Did you like it that much?”
“I may have,” she admits, giving a shy smile.
“Fucking dammit,” I snarl, leaping forward and pinning her beneath me. “Do you know how fucking sexy you look right now? I just want to eat you up.”
And eat her up I did, again and again until she couldn’t take it anymore.
The next morning, I wake to find Denali fast asleep in my arms, and I fight the urge to give her a surprise wake-up. Since I put her through a lot the previous night, I wanted to let her sleep.
Sighing, I pull her closer and prepare to attempt to sleep a little longer since I had half a day of work, but before I can actually begin to drift, the doorbell rings.
“Who?” I hiss, untangling myself from Denali, getting out of bed, and pulling on my pants.
Once I’m covered, I head downstairs as the doorbell rings and then yank it open to find that the one bothering me so early in the morning is Nadia.
“Do you know no shame?” I snap, taking in her expectant gaze. “Why are you here?”
“I brought a peace offering,” she says, holding up a bag of food.
For a moment, I don’t speak as I take in what she is showing me. Why the hell would she think this would make things fine?
“How did you even know I was here?” I push, remaining in the doorway so she can’t try to enter. “Are you stalking me now?”
“Your mother,” she responds, her smile faltering. “She was the one who made this and insisted that I bring it for you and…”
She doesn’t finish her sentence as the sound of soft foot falls drifts toward us. Turning, I watch as Denali makes her way over to me, and when she arrives, she wraps her body against mine.
“Who is it?” She asks, feigning ignorance.
Smirking, I take in her robed form and the hickeys on her neck that she purposefully didn’t cover so that Nadia would see them.
“Nadia,” I respond, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her closer. “She brought us food from my mother.”
“Really?” Denali asks, turning her gaze to Nadia. “That was sweet of her. I’m sorry you had to come all this way for us. I was going to make Rosco breakfast this morning, but since you’ve brought some, I don’t have to.” she continues. “Thank you. We’ll take that, and you can be on your way.”
I bite back the laugh that wants to come as Nadia’s eyes widen from Denali’s boldly making it clear she wasn’t welcome here. However, instead of snapping, she puts on her fake smile and nods.
“Of course,” she says. “I’ll see you later at work, Rosco. And it was nice seeing you again, Danielle.”
“Denali,” I correct, my voice icy. “You’d do well to remember my wife’s name.”
Flinching, Nadia works to keep her friendly demeanor, and when she gives a nod, I know she isn’t going to push further.
“Don’t forget that there is a business dinner tonight,” she says, pointedly looking at Denali. “Just partners.”
“I won’t be attending,” I counter. “I already told you that Charlie will be in charge of everything involving your bed and breakfast.”
“But you’re the assistant CEO,” Nadia argues. “As such, you should at least show yourself.”
“Can’t,” I smirk. “I have plans with my wife.”
“You should go.” Denali’s voice is firm as she speaks, and it takes me by surprise. Looking down, I take in her confident gaze. “Nadine is right,” she continues, purposely fucking up Nadia’s name. "As a future CEO, you should be there. You can just make it up to me later.”
I don’t speak as I try to make sense of what she is doing, but when a suggestive gleam flashes in her eyes, I know exactly what she means by making it up to her later and feel a wave of defeat.
“If you insist,” I sigh, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. “I simply can’t win with you.”
“Then it’s settled,” Nadia says, clearly tired of seeing us together. “I’ll see you this evening.”
“Yeah, see you,” I agree, cupping Denali’s chin and gently lifting so that my lips can find hers. “You may leave now.”
I don’t wait for a response before I reach out and take the food while kissing Denali and then slamming the door in Nadia’s face. And once Denali and I are out of sight, I attack, dropping the food to the ground and pinning Denali against the wall.
“What about breakfast?” She gasps as my mouth hungrily finds hers.
“I’m having it.”