“Sw-sweet pussy? Ass?” she squeaked, her eyes round. “But I’m— Can I— Will it hurt?”
His eyes narrowed. She didn’t look upset or afraid, and she hadn’t protested. She looked excited. And new. Grady had told him earlier about the conversation he’d overheard, but Monty thought Grady had misunderstood. Oh Christ, she couldn’t be saying… “You ever had sex, Sophie?”
The blush on her cheeks turned him on like nothing else. A fucking virgin, in this day and age. His to possess. Only his.
He sucked in a breath and let it out in a shaky sigh. “Then we do this a different way.”
“We do?” She kept looking at his mouth, and he wondered if she had the same fantasies he did when he looked at her. Monty envisioned her lips wrapped around his cock. Did she ever wonder about him eating her out?
“Yeah, we do.” His voice sounded hoarse, but he didn’t care. He literally hurt from wanting to take his mate. With shaking hands, he took off her blouse, socks and pants. She wore a lacy red thong and bra—one transparent enough to show her hard nipples.
Monty didn’t hesitate. He sucked one through the sheer fabric, gratified when she cried out his name and clutched his head to her chest. She tightened her hands on his hair when he sucked hard, but she didn’t push him away. Instead, her scent intensified.
“Oh my God. That feels so good.” She moaned when he shifted to her other nipple and gave it the same treatment. “I’m so wet.”
Now he groaned. Like he needed to hear it. He could smell it, was drowning in her perfume, that sultry scent that beckoned him to end this and fuck her until neither of them could move.
He continued to kiss and tease her while he fiddled with her bra. When he finally released it, he leaned back and stared at the roundest, most perfect breasts he’d ever seen. He wanted to fuck them, to suck them—hell, anything and everything. But her pussy beckoned. When he moved from her to hurry out of his clothes, he noted the darkened, damp fabric between her slender thighs.
“You’re so big,” she said, her voice husky.
He stared down at himself and wondered if he scared her. The quiet she-wolf he’d been hard for during the last two years was a virgin, and she had to handle him. Not a tender lover, but a ravaging beast with a blemished body, worn down from an enemy that never stopped coming. A lover who’d just had his woman kissed by another man.
Infuriated all over again, he snarled and ripped her panties from her. After tossing the sodden garment over his shoulder, he shoved her legs apart and pushed his face into her pussy.
“Monty.”
He licked and shuddered, lightheaded with her taste. Damn, but she was better than anything he’d ever had. Her hands stroked over his shoulders and up his neck to his head. She clenched his hair tight, the bite of her grip more than satisfying while she keened and moaned.
He delved into her honey, lapping up her arousal like a thirsting man. He sucked and tongued her clit, then slowly put his finger at her entrance.
“Oh yes, please. Oh yes,” she moaned and thrust against his face.
As he moved his finger inside her, she clenched tight and cried out, coming into his mouth.
A rush of her hit his tongue, and he worked the rest of his finger inside her. No doubt about it, even as slick as she was, she’d be a tight fit. And if he didn’t put his dick inside her soon, he’d spill over her bedspread.
On fire to have her, Monty gave her one last lick and rose over her. He didn’t give her time to react, only to feel as he nudged her thighs wider and positioned his cock at her entrance.
“Watch me take you,” he growled.
She blinked and looked between them. “Okay,” she rasped, still dazed from her orgasm.
Monty didn’t bother with a condom. Ac-taw couldn’t catch disease, and though pregnancy was a possibility, he couldn’t stop himself. Instinct rode him too hard, and he prayed she wouldn’t be upset after.
He pushed in with a steady thrust, past the slick walls clenching him tight. “Oh yeah. God, Sophie. You feel so incredible. So hot. Suck me deeper, baby. More.”
He continued to move until he seated himself fully, his balls against her ass.
“I feel so full.”
He loved the wonder he saw in her light gray eyes, bright with passion.
“And you’re gonna get fuller in just a minute.” He pulled back and jerked when her hands clenched his waist.
“No,” she protested. “Don’t leave me.”
“Never,” he promised, meaning it. “Let me love you, Sophie. Watch me.”
This time she stared into his eyes while he stared into hers. Fucking her so slowly, he thrust in and out, taking her with a torturous, drawn-out pace that only increased his desire.
She was getting there again, he could tell. Her cheeks were flushed, her nipples were tight and her breathing grew erratic.
“Bring yourself off. Touch your clit, baby.” He increased his pace, no longer able to last.
Sophie, to his surprise, didn’t balk. She didn’t act shy or protest. His mate reached between them when he eased up and rubbed her little clit.
The sensual action broke him, and he slammed into her. Harder and deeper, hoping against hope he wasn’t hurting her. But from her breathy moans and pleas for more, he didn’t think she minded.
“Here I come. Oh fuck.” He couldn’t hold back anymore. When she jerked under him and moaned his name, he exploded.
His orgasm rushed through him with the force of a tidal wave. The upheaval stole his breath, his seed, his ability to do more than pump inside his mate. He shuddered and gripped her hips while he poured into her, their scents merging and clinging, the mating taking root.
She had her hands on his forearms, and he realized he’d somehow raised himself up while he remained locked inside her. When he’d given her his last bit of seed, he regretfully withdrew. But he had to see. He pushed her legs wider and stared at the evidence of their joining. A bit trickled out, and he cupped her, wanting to keep it all in.
“Monty.” She smiled and looked at him with love in her eyes. Or so he hoped. He just prayed he’d made her first time something special—and that she wouldn’t shit a brick when she realized she was indeed in heat, and he’d left enough of himself inside her to repopulate the order.
Sophie had a hard time thinking. Period. Monty had made love to her. The right wolf. Finally. She stretched, aware he had his hand between her legs, pressing his palm against her sensitive nub. Monty had sucked her nipples, her clitoris, and he’d pushed that fat cock inside her. Oh my God. This had been a million times better than any orgasm she’d ever given herself. Better than any of her adult movies. Better than her books.
“I love sex,” she said bluntly, and when he laughed, she thought it the most beautiful sound in the world.
He slowly withdrew his hand and stared down at it. Then he wiped his palm over her belly. Their scents had merged; she couldn’t tell them apart. “We smell good,” she whispered.
“We do.” He lay down next to her and turned her onto her side to face him. “You okay?”
She looked down between them, then back up at him to see his frown. “What?”
“You’re not bleeding, but you were a virgin. You were too tight to be anything else,” he said to forestall the argument she might have made.
“Well, yeah. I said I am. Was.” She blushed. “I, um, you’re not the first thing that’s been inside me.”
He blinked at her. After a moment, he smiled. And that smile grew. “Kinky little thing, eh? You like toys?”
Did she. She had a drawer full of them. “Maybe.”