Chapter 184 Teresa POV

Chapter 184 Teresa POV
Caden races up all three flights of stairs, moving faster than I have ever seen him move. My nerves are getting the best of me. All at once, anxiety crashes over me.

It’s not like this will be our first time.

But now it means more.

Now we mean more.

I still can't believe the words that came out of my mouth: It"s always been you.

I've had a crush on that red-eyed boy since the day I met him. I spent entire days dreaming about what it would feel like to kiss him. Back then, Caden never saw me as anything more. I was always his little foster sister in his eyes. Even after I was old enough, I still had to be the one to make the first move.

I pull back just enough to look at him.

Really look at him.

His light brown skin. His sinful red eyes. The sharp, perfect lines of his face. Every muscle in his body is tight with need. I can feel the tension buzzing through him where I'm wrapped around him. My pussy pulses over his hard lenght.

He kicks the bedroom door open and bursts inside. A second later, we're on the bed and our clothes are flying off. Then he pauses, just long enough to let his eyes wander over me.

Caden is big everywhere—tall, broad, thick through the shoulders, his arms massive. And then there's his cock, long and heavy and thick enough to make me catch my breath. The first time I saw it, I nearly fainted. I remember thinking, Where is that supposed to fit?

Oh, it fits.

Snugly.

I wrap my hand around him and stroke slowly, feeling the hard length of him and the veins under my palm. Caden groans and reaches for me, his big hands finding my breasts, kneading and exploring like he can't get enough.

He grabs a condom from the nightstand, but I stop him.

His eyes lock on mine.

"Are you sure?"

I nod. "I want it all with you."

A slow smile spreads across his face. He lifts me easily, and my legs wrap around him as he carries me farther onto the bed. He guides himself to my entrance and pushes in slowly, inch by inch, letting me feel every part of the stretch.

It's familiar, but it still steals my breath.

I don't think I'll ever get used to how full he makes me feel.

I draw in a deep breath as he sinks all the way in. Caden stills for a few precious seconds, giving me time to adjust. Then we start moving together.

In sync.

He thrusts.

I grind down on him.

It doesn't take long for friction to build into pressure, hot and pulsing between us. Moans fill the room, rising up into the empty space above the bed. One of his hands tangles in my hair—he's always had an unhealthy obsession with it. I'm almost surprised he hasn't said anything about the new haircut. It was getting too long, too difficult to manage.

One hand drops to my ass, gripping me firmly but gently, while the other leaves my hair and slides over my chest. He teases one nipple, then the other, and pleasure shoots down my spine in sharp, electric waves.

Every touch drives me closer to the edge.

Every thrust unravels me a little more.

I could stay like this with him all night.

But the pressure keeps building, hotter, tighter, until I'm right there.

"Now," I gasp.

My head tilts to the side. I feel his breath against my skin. I hear the shift in him before I feel it—then his wolf teeth sink into the crook of my neck, breaking skin. Heat spills down my chest as blood trickles from the bite.

The pain is brief.

The pleasure that follows is not.

I feel him swell inside me, twitching as release takes him. I clamp down around him, milking every pulse, every shudder. His head tilts, and then it's my turn.

I let my wolf come forward. My face elongates, my canines sharp and ready. I sink my teeth into the smooth skin of his neck and bite down hard enough to taste copper.

Blood slides over his chiseled chest.

We pull back just enough to look at what we've done to each other while we both fight to catch our breath. Caden starts peppering kisses all over my face until I can't help giggling.

Then his eyes go black.

Pure black.

A pulse of heat runs through me.

He lifts me off him and turns me over. My ass is in the air, my chest pressed into the bed, and then he's behind me—inside me—already thrusting before I can fully brace myself. One hand wraps in my hair and yanks my head back until my spine arches and I can feel his breath ghosting over my cheek.

My skin pebbles all over.

"Your little cunt is so tight," he whispers, his voice dropping into a rough, dangerous register that sends a shiver through me.

There he is.

The Caden I know.

"Fuck," he grunts. "I can do this all night."

"Fuck me harder, Daddy!"

That word destroys whatever control he has left.

He groans low and rough, then shoves my head back into the mattress. His palm cracks across my ass, and he drives into me harder, with enough force to make the bed creak and my body jolt forward with every thrust.

He is relentless.

Possessive.

Like he wants to fuck his claim into my body until there's no part of me left untouched.

And Goddess help me, I want every second of it.

"Harder, harder!" I moan.

Our skin slaps together, I let the sting take me over, pain and pleasure mix. He cracks his plam against my ass, again and again until I am numb.

"Caden..." I gasp. "I love you!"

I let my orgasm take over, and then another, they roll into one another.