His eyes drank in everything, savoring the sight of his woman flushed and panting, twisting with the hard tips of her breasts pebbled and becoming, and the beautiful sight of the swollen pink folds of her pussy split wide around the darkened length of his cock. He'd never seen such an amazing sight, never dreamed of feeling it.
In a move that he wasn't expecting, his mate pushed herself off the floor. Her hands latched onto his shoulders as she used his solid strength to straighten up so that he no longer impaled her. Now she controlled the moment, sitting straight up on his lap with his cock filling her completely.
She caught his mouth in a questing, hungry kiss. Catching his lip in her teeth she sucked it into her mouth at the same moment she flexed and fucked herself along his length. With the force of a lightning bolt striking him, pure heat shot down his spine to engulf his balls in an inferno of flames that licked their way down his cock forcing him to move.
Taking control once again he began a slow, steady pattern of withdraw and return. He relished in the small moans of enjoyment that broke from her lips over his. She twisted and writhed, trying to force him to increase his speed. He wanted that, but he enjoyed the soft demands that she panted out.
Sweat beaded between his shoulders and trickled down his forehead as he exerted more control then he had ever expected himself to be capable of. The pain of holding back was worth it as her sheath tightened even further around him, forcing him to forge through the tight fist of her muscles. Still he managed to hold back, to maintain his rigid control until she began to beg. Her lips fell from his to settle on his shoulder. In a perfect imitation of the mating bite, sharp, little fangs pierced his skin and broke the beast's willpower.
With that tiny little bite she shattered him, reducing him to a thing of wild need. He gave into the unquenchable hunger plaguing him and began to pound into her helplessly. Faster, harder, deeper until the sweat rolled off him in waves and his ears rang with the cries of her passion and the erotic slap of flesh against flesh.
Drawn to the mating mark he'd left on her weeks before, his lips locked over the healed wound. His tongue lapped at the sweet skin seconds before he pierced her with his fangs, driving his cock deeper than ever before at the exact same moment. Beneath him his mate screamed as her cunt pulsed and spasmed into complete chaos.
The feel of his mate coming apart beneath him had the beast roaring seconds before its own release had crashed down over him. The tidal wave of pleasure seared through flesh and bone to fill his soul with a primal sense of victory, possessiveness. She was his.
The satisfaction, both physical and emotional, had his balls swelling anew, firing out another shot of seed deep into her very womb even as the beast trembled and collapsed on top of his mate. If he'd been in wolf form, he'd have rolled onto his back for a long nap, so content was he.
The man though resurfaced, taking enough control to recognize Kristen's small body, flattened beneath his own, still twitched and trembled with the aftershocks of her own climax. Jakob rolled, taking Kristen with him so that she draped over him like a sweaty, heated blanket. The soft feel of her secure in his arms had him chasing down that nap the wolf had suggested.
Thoughts, however, got in his way. He'd never had a release like that. Not even before when they'd mated her. That first time had been good, setting a new standard in pleasure for him that he'd never imagine he'd surpassed.
He had. Tonight the Earth had shattered beneath him and he'd flown with the angels to very heights of Heaven's peaks. He'd lost complete control, another first. Even more frightening he'd almost allowed the full change to sweep over him. His gut told him that would have been disastrous, but maybe not. Kristen had surprised him more than once tonight with her own savage nature.
His fingers followed his eyes to the mark on her shoulder. Blood swelled up from the puncture wounds as the skin around darkened into the deep, somber shades of a bruise. Unable to help himself, he leaned down to lick the small hurt clean. He heard the wolf growl in contentment and only realized that it was Kristen a second later when she curved inward, arching her neck to give his lips better access.
He nuzzled her abused skin gently, feeling a tenderness he'd never experienced before flood through him. Kristen was his mate, but she was more than that. In the past two weeks she'd slowly started to fuse into him, making him feel incomplete and strangely empty when she wasn't near.
He needed her. He would always need her. As his lips parted, his throat stumbled for the words to tell her how he felt, he heard the front door slam open.
«There you two are. I brought dinner, but I guess I'm too late for dessert.»
«I don't know about that.» Kristen smiled up at Kort as he sauntered over to tower above her and Jakob. Kort and Jakob really were good men. They'd shown that to her in so many small ways over the past two weeks, but this final act had left no doubt in her mind. She'd really been blessed.
She had needed time and they'd given it to her. She had needed some small gesture to show they cared about how she felt and they'd given it to her. They understood, more amazingly Jakob had understood. There might be rough times ahead, but she knew they'd weather them.
The one thing she'd come to realize in the past two weeks was that she needed them, felt incomplete without them. All the fears she'd held onto had been nothing more than an attempt to avoid the truth. She'd started to fall in love with her mates and she hoped they just might be feeling the same way.
«Are you offering?» Kort asked and she could hear the caution in his tone.
«Anything you want.»
«But her pussy,» Jakob corrected. «That's all mine tonight.»
«Greedy bastard,» Kort smirked.
«There is always tomorrow,» Kristen promised.
«Only if we get you to tomorrow whole and healthy enough to play with.» Kort jostled the grocery bag in his arms. «Which is why I have this offering for you.»
«Offering?» Kristen didn't want to move much less think about something as complicated as getting an offering.
«I got your favorites from the store.»
«My favorites?»
«An Italian dinner, garlic bread, red wine, chocolate syrup and even the bubble bath to help get whatever syrup I failed to lick off your body.»
Kristen smiled. She liked the sound of that.