Chapter 385 Lisa: Finally Connected

LISA

"You're so responsive," he murmurs against my neck. "Like a live wire, ready to shock the hell out of me."

I reach for his hair, winding the damp strands around my fingers. My eyes fall shut as I pull him back toward my breasts, desperate for more.

"I think you're already shocking me," I admit.

His mouth curves against my skin, and I feel the vibration of his laugh again. Those clever, experienced hands drift over my hips, splaying across my stomach before dipping lower, beneath my waistband and between my thighs.

Slick. Hot. Ready.

Everything in me tightens, and I tilt my hips toward his touch. My breath catches as his fingers slide over my folds, gathering proof of my arousal before circling my entrance.

"Jesus, Lisa." His voice is barely a growl. "You're already soaked."

He pushes a finger inside me, making me keen with need. It's been so long. Too long. My skin is on fire. Nerves alive.

"Kellan, please." My fingers tighten in his hair, urging him to continue. "Don't tease. I need—"

Words fail me. I don't even know what I need. Just more. More of him. More pleasure. More of this feeling that drags me away from the memories of blood on snow and death.

Because right now, I'm alive. Right now, I'm here, in Kellan's arms, and nothing else matters.

"I know what you need." His voice is rough as he pushes another finger inside me. Stretching me. Filling me. His lips close over my nipple, and my back bows off the bed.

My body is alive with sensation. Every touch. Every breath. It's all too much and not enough, all at once.

as I clench around his fingers. "Maybe I should tie you down. Keep you

coil of need twisting tighter with each passing

amber, his wolf

won't break." I punctuate each word with a desperate kiss.

Awareness of Kellan's body against mine has me on edge, hovering on the

bruising force, his fingers thrusting in and out of me, stretching, preparing me. I push back against

me feeling empty, and I lift my hips, silently

a growl against my lips as he suddenly yanks his

he rips them

brush against my ass, along with a heavy dose of arousal gushing between

Holy shit.

why that was the hottest

flannel pants off, and his weight shifts as he kneels between my legs. Hot and hard and perfect, his cock presses against my entrance, leaving me keening

me know if it's too much." His voice is

dig my fingers into his arms, pulling him down, guiding him inside me. The stretch is perfection. I'm hot and wet and so, so ready. His weight settles over me, his cock sinking deep

Stretching.

A little painful.

God, so

flex, slowly easing more of himself inside me. "You have

too. I've been fighting

my legs around his waist, I urge him to take more. To take all of me, as

murmur, jerking my hips

little discomfort as he bottoms out, then the burn

of our bodies. The primal rhythm of this mating dance our bodies have memorized without our

everything I

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