She’d wondered what he’d be like when he let loose and didn’t hold back.
She was about to find out.
“Me,” he growled, rolling his hips, grinding against her. “You belong to me.”
Satin and silk. Warm and slick. So damn tight his balls were going to burst.
Sadie’s pussy wrapped around him, so snug he didn’t dare move.
The wolf had ridden him hard, determined to claim her. Her quip about his mark being her decision had set off the beast, uncaging the feral portion of him. Despite the truth of her statement, he knew every single male in his pack would scent his seed on her, meaning they’d stay the fuck away. She didn’t have to accept a scar on her shoulder. She knew the truth. So would everyone else.
Fuck the mark. She’s mine now.
No running away, Sadie. No more promises you can’t keep.
Her gorgeous light-blue eyes studied him, full and delectable lips parted for his kiss. He looked at her tiny fangs, groaning as his balls tightened and cock pulsed. In his dreams those sharp little teeth did all sorts of things to his libido. He’d gotten a glimpse of how good it could be when she’d fed from him earlier, busting a nut before he could think clearly.
Would it be the same like this?
Would she hold off until he was ready?
Unable to remain still, he withdrew his cock, hissing as he retreated from the haven of her cunt. She gasped, shaking as if she were on ice, staring up at him. Her pupils dilated, making her icy blue irises more pronounced. Her blonde hair cascaded around her, the lush strands like gold against the dark comforter.
Damn.
He was one lucky son of a bitch. This female—his female—was hotter than hell.
Time was short but he’d wanted to make this encounter memorable. He wanted to hear her cries and watch her face as she came. If he had his way he’d take the entire night, until she’d milked his cock dry. Sadly that wasn’t going to happen. The mating heat was on him, the wolf snarling in his head as it tried to gain control.
Bringing a hand to her side for leverage, he plunged into her.
Shit.
It wasn’t going to be easy to hold back, not when he was ready to explode.
Cautiously, he settled into a smooth, deliberate rhythm. He moved in and out, hard and steady. He nearly lost it when she lifted her hips, moving in tandem with his firm, purposeful strokes. Each time he sank balls-deep he felt the softness of her cervix. She took all he had and asked for more.
Fuck it all, she deserved more than this.
She shouldn’t have had to accept him as her mate in a stranger’s home, fucking him on a guestroom bed. This should have happened in private, in their own fucking residence, where he could pepper the bed with rose petals as soft as her skin and as pink as her lips. She deserved his time and attention as he adored her for hours on end.
His eyes strayed to her breasts. The nipples in the centers of the creamy swells were a dark shade of pink, the areolas hard and puckered. For a moment he let his fantasies take over, picturing his dick trapped between the soft mounds. She’d tell him to come, massaging her breasts, flicking her tongue over the tip with each thrust of his cock.
His balls tightened, an orgasm threatening to consume him.
Keep it together. Don’t fuck this up.
He took a stiff point into his mouth, basking in her sigh of pleasure. He tapped his tongue over the tiny pearl, groaning when she wrapped her legs around his waist. The change in position allowed him to go deeper, his dick gliding in and out of her pussy. Each time he lifted away she pulled back, timing it so their bodies came together in a fluid motion.
Moving from one breast to the next, he growled, “You’re killing me.”
Her hand drifted from his arm. He started to complain, wanting more of her touch, when he felt her fingers in his hair. Fuck yeah. The tips of her nails skimmed over his scalp, parting the strands. She urged him closer, applying pressure to the back of his head. Her soft mewls of contentment drifted to his ears. He increased the suction, working his tongue over the hard peak.
Perfect, baby. Enjoy it.
“Like that,” she whispered, grinding her pussy onto his cock, rolling her pelvis. “Goddess, yes.”
For fuck’s sake.
He hadn’t been this eager to blow since his teens. Pubescent hormones were bad but when you threw a wolf into the equation it seriously complicated the male sex drive. Over time he’d learned to hold himself back, to see to a female’s needs.
If only things were that simple now.
As much as he longed to appease his mate, he wanted to claim her too. Maybe when the wolf wasn’t snarling in his head he’d be able to pay proper attention. He felt the perspiration on his back and brow, the result of denying himself what he wanted most. His canines had revealed themselves a long while ago, the wolf’s demand that he mark their female and cement their union. The animal had stopped playing nice.
The beast emerged, trying to overcome the man.
Ripping his mouth from Sadie’s breast, he rose above her. He didn’t bother going for soft or romantic, fucking her hard and fast. His balls were heavy, his sac tight. She shifted with each rock of his body, her breasts bouncing. He ground his teeth together, telling the wolf to back the fuck off. It didn’t listen, taking over, transforming his nails into claws.
“Trey,” Sadie murmured, latching on to his neck with her hand. She pulled him down, lifting her shoulders away from the bed. “This time I need…” Her fingers tensed on his nape. “I have to ask…”
Magic wafted from Sadie and hummed against his skin. It took a moment to understand what he was feeling and identify the demands of his mate. Her hunger confused his wolf, catching the animal off-guard. Anxiety poured from his beast, mingling with the concerns of the man.
Did she always drink like this? He’d already given her so much.
What if he couldn’t provide for her? Would he be able to keep up?
“Yes.” He lowered himself, balancing on one elbow, giving her plenty of room.
He turned his head to the side, presenting his neck. Even if it made him as weak as a kitten, he’d give her anything she asked for. It was his duty to nourish her, one of the primary responsibilities of a mated male.
“Go ahead, baby.” He wanted to feel it, to come hard inside her. “Take what you need.”
Her teeth sank deep, the white-hot ecstasy of her bite shooting through his body. He growled, his hips jerking in an uneven motion as he climaxed. His cock pulsed with each stream of semen, his seed flooding her womb. Even as it caused the punctures in his neck to protest, he turned his face toward her.
Mark her.
Now.
Aiming for her shoulder, he brought his lips back. His teeth broke through her flesh, gliding past her soft and giving skin. Her whimper was one of pain and pleasure. She didn’t stop drinking, taking his blood to build her strength. He pumped his hips, stunned to find his cock remained stiff despite his climax. He wondered if a mating bond would be established as it did when shifters mated humans. She didn’t cry out in pain and he didn’t feel a shift in his wolf. He didn’t experience the separation he’d been told about. It was like a different connection was established between them, bringing them closer together.
“Again.” Sadie’s thought echoed through his mind. “More.”