The pack seemed to settle down for the show. No one called out or jeered. She glanced over his shoulder. Most gathered in clusters to watch, some already started to enjoy themselves with fellow pack mates.
A brush of lips on her nipple startled her and elicited a moan. Eric suckled on her, drawing harder and harder on her flesh. His fingers dug into her as he pressed his confined length against her pussy.
He shuffled to the dais and laid her upon it.
She undid his pants as he removed his shirt. The jeans slid to the floor, and she shoved her hands into his boxers to stroke his hard cock. It pulsed.
Nothing seemed more right at the moment. He removed his underwear and kicked his legs free. Twisting her around to face the dais, he ran his cock between her ass cheeks while caressing the tender flesh.
She glanced at him over her shoulder and saw his eyes fade to amber just before he leaned her forward to gain access to her entrance.
His gaze locked with hers. “Your eyes, they’ve changed to blue.”
The white wolf came to the surface, sensing her mate close and wanting him as much as she did. She pressed her rear against him in invitation.
It was all Eric needed, and he shoved his cock all the way into her, growling the word, “Mine.”
It didn’t hurt since she was already wet, but the sudden sensation and pleasure made her groan out loud.
He snarled as he began to pump in a quickening rhythm. His hand reached around and fondled her breast.
The delicate touch, such a contrast to the brutal, yet intoxicating thrusting from behind, sent chills down her spine which made her clench even tighter around him.
“Oh, yes… Spice…oh, yes.” He released her nipple and grabbed her hips. His strokes grew desperate.
The cry of her name on his lips made her curl her back to give him better access to her core. Aching ecstasy grew inside, she couldn’t hold it back anymore. Her orgasm shook her body as she met him thrust for thrust until his cries of release joined hers.
He collapsed next to her and gathered her to his sweat-soaked chest. “I love you, Spice.”
She drew his face to hers and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “I love you too.”
A massive cheer filled the warehouse as hope filled a united pack. From this day forward, their pack would be strong and proud, they would be Vasi.
About Annie Nicholas
http://www.lyricalpress.com/annie_nicholas
Annie Nicholas writes paranormal with a twist. Her stories are off the beaten path as she creates romantic, suspenseful, attention grabbing fiction.
She hibernates in the rural, green mountains of Vermont, where she dreams of different worlds and conflicts to pit her characters against.
Mother, daughter, wife are some of the hats she happily wears while trudging over the hills and dales of her adopted state. The four seasons an inspiration and a muse.
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