Page 15 of His Untamed Craving
I grind and buck wildly against him, a strangled cry escaping my lips as the pads of his fingers find my swollen, throbbing clit. He rubs and circles it, creating a relentless rhythm that drives me crazy. My entire body pulses with a violent burst of pleasure, every nerve ending on fire with white-hot ecstasy.
Wyatt's movements become erratic, his body tensing above me. "Come for me, Delgado," he growls. "Let go."
His command, raw and dominant, is the final nudge I need. With a scream, I shatter around him, my pussy clenching his cock tightly. Rapture washes over me in dizzying waves, leaving me breathless and boneless beneath him.
I'm vaguely aware of Wyatt following me over that edge, his own deep, guttural shout resonating through the craggy peaks as he empties himself into me, claiming me utterly and completely.
We cling together in the aftermath, chests heaving, skin slick with sweat and the lingering haze of pleasure. Wyatt's forehead rests heavily against mine as our ragged breaths slowly sync in the stillness.
Long moments pass before he finally shifts, carefully withdrawing and stretching out beside me on the ground. I immediately tuck myself against his solid frame, basking in the delicious soreness now radiating from my core.
"Goddamn," Wyatt rumbles after a beat, one arm snaking around my shoulders as he stares up at the brilliant tapestry of stars now emerging overhead. "I don't think I've ever fucked someone quite that hard before."
I can't stifle the surprised laugh that bubbles up from my chest. Swatting playfully at his firm abdomen, I shake my head in amusement. "Way to make a girl feel special, Croft."
He huffs out a soft chuckle, pulling me closer against his side. "You know what I mean."
I do. That was far more than just a frenzied bout of lovemaking. It was a primal, unbridled release—two kindred souls finally surrendering to the wildest depths of their natures. Out here, with the jagged peaks towering above and the crisp mountain air caressing our sweat-dampened skin, we'd both felt it. That profound connection to something raw and sacred.
Something worth fighting to protect.
"So, can I finally get that fire going before we freeze our asses off?" he asks.
I arch one eyebrow, shifting to prop myself up on an elbow so I can study him properly. The moonlight casts his chiseled features in a pale glow, highlighting the sharp angles of his cheekbones, the rugged curve of his lips. God, even thoroughly spent and disheveled, the man is absurdly gorgeous.
"You know..." I murmur, letting my gaze roam over the sculpted slabs of his abdomen with naked appreciation. "As tempting as that fire sounds, I don't think I'm quite done with you yet."
Wyatt's eyes darken infinitesimally at my words, his mouth quirking. "That so?"
Rather than answering, I simply hum an affirmative and lean in, trailing a line of kisses along the taut cords of his throat. He rumbles deep in his chest, one powerful hand immediately spanning the curve of my hip.
With a sudden, fluid movement, Wyatt pulls me on top of him so that I'm straddling his hips. His come drips down my thighs between us, and I feel him growing hard again. He twists his hand in my hair and pulls my mouth down to meet his. I melt against him eagerly, savoring the addictive taste of his tongue, the earthy musk of sweat and arousal surrounding us.
As our embrace deepens, something seems to unfurl within me—a profound sense of belonging I haven't felt in longer than I can remember. Here in Wyatt's arms, with the ancient stone giants standing vigil above us, I feel more alive and present than ever before.
This is where I'm meant to be. Doing exactly what we're doing.
The realization is as grounding as it is thrilling.
Grinning against his lips, I grind shamelessly against that rapidly stiffening length. He groans deeply, hips surging in response as the kiss takes on a desperate, hungry edge.
"Goddamn, woman..." he rasps when we finally break for air. "You're going to be the death of me."
I simply laugh again, breathless and giddy as I tangle my fingers in the damp hair at his nape. "Then what a way to go, right?"
Wyatt's answering growl is all the warning I get before his mouth crashes against mine once more, effectively ending the banter. My back bows as his calloused hands roam freely, igniting a fresh blaze of desire in their wake.
The chill night air is swiftly forgotten as our bodies move together in that primal, age-old rhythm. Somewhere in the distance, a lone coyote howls up at the brilliant sprawl of stars overhead, its haunting cry echoing across the craggy peaks.
Chapter 7
Wyatt
The next morning, we emerge from the rugged peaks with our packs laden and spirits soaring. That climb on the Fang was one of the gnarliest I've ever tackled—and Daisy more than held her own every heart-stopping pitch of the way.
I can't deny the swell of pride that rises in my chest as we trudge into Grizzly Meadows Basecamp. For so long, I've seen myself as a lone wolf, pursuing my passions in solitude while avoiding any whiff of the spotlight.
But having Daisy there with me, both on the mountain and later that night... it was like the world made sense in a whole new way.
