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ALICIA
I’m already dizzy with desire by the time we stop running.
Wanting him while we’re wolves is a whole different experience. All my senses are heightened. I can smell the arousal coming from his body, filling the air around us, and it drives my own desire even higher.
I need to be human. I need hands and soft lips and smooth skin and everything that makes lovemaking wonderful. The wolf purrs in agreement and lies back easily, willing to let my human side take the lead, knowing that what’s about to happen will mean pleasure for the both of us.
Brandon and I shift in unison and reach for each other, stepping into each other’s arms.
“A real mating ceremony,” he murmurs, rolling his hips toward mine, his hard cock rubbing against me. “Never would have thought this would happen for us.”
“A little late,” I say, thinking of the bite mark on my neck. I lift my fingers to feel the scars there. Even with my accelerated healing, that mark will never go away. It will always stand as a sign of the bond between me and my mate.
“I could give you another one of those,” he says, baring his teeth. I nod breathlessly.
“You want that?” “I do.”
“Tell me.”
“I want you to mark me,” I whisper. “I want your marks all over my body, so I can’t possibly hope to cover them up. I want to walk around on display and have everyone in this pack know that I belong to the alpha. I want your ownership of me tattooed on my body.”
He chuckles. “Damn. You make it sound good.”
“Do it,” I say. “Mark me, baby. Claim me. Show everyone who your mate is.”
He growls a little and the drag of his cock against my hip becomes a little more aggressive. “Keep talking.”
“I want your cock in me and your teeth in me,” I say. “I want to feel you filling me up.”
He growls and grabs the sides of my face, holding my head still for a moment, his eyes searching mine. The usual green of his pupils is bleeding away into yellow. His upper lip is curled away from his teeth. And even though he’s still very human, deliciously human, I feel like I’m staring into the eyes of the wolf.
I wonder if he even understands my words anymore, or if he can just hear the wild desire in them, and that’s what’s turning him on so much. Either way, it makes me feel powerful. I’m tempted to try to make him come just with my words, to see if I can get him so worked up that he reaches orgasm without a touch.
But not today.
Today is my mating ceremony, and I want to be with him.
I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him close to kiss him. As his tongue slides against mine, I wrap one leg around his hip, letting his cock come to rest between my legs. Brandon throbs against my pussy, and I feel myself getting wet, soaking him. He gasps into my mouth.
I grind into him, rubbing my clit against his cock and relishing in the friction. The forest around us seems to fade away, and the only thing I’m aware of are the points of contact between our bodies. His big, rough hands still on my face. His bristly beard scraping against my chin. His lips, full and soft, moving with mine.
And that thick, hard cock sliding against me, making me feel like I belong to him and him alone.
I never want to be touched by anyone else. He’s the only one I can imagine wanting now. The bond between us is the most powerful thing I’ve ever felt in my life.
I break the kiss. “I need you inside me,” I gasp. “I need you to fuck me.” He nods frantically. “I know. Me too.”
Even though we’ve been together plenty of times before, it feels like I’ve been waiting for this moment for decades. It feels like I’ve spent half my life asleep, not knowing that this lay in my future, waiting for it to be real without knowing what I was waiting for.
He lines himself up, and with the next roll of his hips, he slides into me. It’s a little awkward-the position is difficult to maintain-but then he backs me up into the trunk of a nearby tree, grabs my thighs in his big hands, and lifts my legs up to wrap around his waist.
I rock against him greedily, reaching up and grabbing onto a tree branch for leverage. “Fuck,” I moan. “You feel so good. You’re just what I fucking
needed. My mate, so big and thick, filling me up. I’ve needed this all my life, and I never fucking knew it. I don’t know how I’ve gone this long without you.”
“Keep talking,” Brandon gasps. “Tell me how it feels, baby.”
“So full,” I groan. “I just want to ride you all night. Can we do that?” His grin is feral. “I don’t have anywhere to be.”
He fucks me slowly, languorously, taking his time with me. After a moment, when he’s sure I’ve got a good grip, he releases my legs and cups my breasts. My nipples are already hard, begging for his touch, and I arch toward him so that only my shoulders are pressing against the tree trunk.
“That’s it,” he hisses. “Fuck, yeah, that’s how you do it. Ride me.”
He pinches my nipples gently, then more roughly, sending shocks of pleasure through my body. I clamp down hard around him. With one hand, I let go of the tree branch I’ve been holding onto so that I can bring my fingers to my clit.
“Oh, yeah, there you go,” Brandon says. “I love watching you touch yourself. You want to make yourself come?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, but it sounds more like a whine. I want that so fucking bad. I want to feel him pumping inside me as I come, and then I want him to absolutely use me.
“Remember when I made you watch?” he asks. “Remember when I held you in front of the mirror in my house and made you watch yourself come?”
“Yeah,” I gasp. “It was so fucking hot. I loved watching myself come. I loved the way I looked.”
“Yeah, you did,” he agrees, “and now you know how I feel watching you. So fucking sexy. So beautiful. I could watch you do this all day. I could get off just watching you.” He fucks into me just a little deeper, grinding his
pelvis against me with such force that it presses my fingers even harder into my clit.
“Fuck,” I gasp. “You’re gonna make me come.” “Do it, baby,” he says. “Come for me.”
The way he says it sparks something in my head. It’s an alpha command.
He’s ordering me to come. And my body responds.
I cry out and dig my heels into his ass, pulling him into me as hard as I can. He lets out an exhilarated little laugh, thrilled at the sensation of me tensing around him.
Could I come just on the strength of his command, without any stimulation at all?
I think I might be able to, and we’re definitely going to be experimenting with that in the future. The things I want to do with this man are going to keep us busy well into old age. We’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for.
“Good girl,” Brandon breathes as my orgasm subsides. He slides his arms under my thighs and lifts me off his cock. I moan at the loss. I want him. Even though I just came, I’m nowhere near finished with his body. He needs to keep fucking me.
But by the time I’ve found the words to express that, he’s got me turned around, my palms pressed up against the trunk of the tree, and he’s easing back into me. I sigh and grind backward onto his cock, feeling myself open up for him. Fuck, it’s good to have my mate.
“You take me so well,” he whispers. “You love it, don’t you? You love being fucked.”
“I love you fucking me.” The difference is subtle but important. I have always enjoyed sex in the past, but sex with Brandon is in a class by itself. I
could never go back to human men now. They’re worthless in comparison. “I’m gonna mark you,” he growls.
“Oh, please-” My wolf is whining for the feel of his mark, aching for the wonderful sensation of him claiming me as his own.
His teeth graze along the back of my neck. Then they move to one side- the opposite of the place he marked me last time. I smile at the idea that he’s making sure people will know I’m his, no matter which way they approach me. It’s deeply possessive, but I want to be possessed by him.
One of his hands moves between my legs. I’m surprised to find that I’m not too sensitive to be touched, which usually happens right after I come. My body is ready for him again. I grind my clit against his hand and slide back on his cock. My need for him is overpowering.
He sinks his teeth into me.
I cry out as my second orgasm shakes through me. I feel him bow over my back, wrapping his body as close to mine as he can get, his hips bucking rhythmically now as he chases his own orgasm, until at last I feel him spill over the edge.
He collapses against me, gasping for breath, and for a moment, I’m holding both of us up.
The moment doesn’t last long.
I don’t have the strength left in my body to hold myself upright, never mind hold him too. I sink to my knees and he drops down with me, the weight of him heavy and lovely against my back.
I lie beneath him, pressed into the dirt. I can still feel his cock twitching deliciously inside me, riding out the aftershocks. I close my eyes and let myself drift, the sensations filling me up.
“So good,” Brandon murmurs. “You’re so fucking good, baby. You’re
everything I’ve ever wanted.”
He rolls onto his back, and the slide as our bodies separate sends one last exquisite shiver through me.
I crawl over so I’m lying on top of him, my legs astride him, my head on his chest. I can hear his heart racing.
“I think we’re going to have to do that every night of our lives,” I say softly.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it,” he agrees. “I don’t know how I’ve gone all this time without you, always thinking I was having satisfying sex. I had no idea what I was missing.”
I close my eyes as he trails his fingers up and down my spine. “I knew there had to be something more out there than what I was getting from human men,” I say. “But if I’d had any idea how good it could get…
“You would have come back to the pack sooner?”
“I don’t know. I would have figured something out,” I say. “I would have found it a lot harder to stay away if I’d known.”
“If you’d known about my cock?”
I laugh. “All of you,” I say. “Not excluding that by any means.”
I crawl up a little higher on his body so that I can kiss him. He returns the kiss with vigor, and I let my eyes close again.
I am so fucking glad that Brandon and I have found each other. I’m so glad we’ll never have to be apart again.