Craig had let me slide down so my legs were wrapped around his hips, my arms around his neck and my chest tight to his as he ran through the suburban homes and yards towards his house. “How much farther?”
“Another mile.”
My body was on fire, my nipples were like diamonds scraping across the hard planes of his bare chest, my soaking wet sex bouncing above his stiffness trapped in the shorts he had been given. I wouldn’t make it. “Love, I can’t wait. I need you inside me NOW.”
I saw his eyes darken with lust as he turned us towards a dark strip of grass between two garages. He set me down on my feet just long enough for me to pull the dress over my head, and he didn’t even wait for me to push my lingerie off. He tore it from my body as I dropped the dress to the side. I jumped back into his arms and felt my back slam into the garage wall; letting go of his neck, I pulled him in for a passionate kiss. He kept me trapped there, as the tingles raced between our bodies, until the rubbing my hips were doing became too much. He held me up with one hand and pushed his shorts down with the other. I reached between us, grabbing his hard cock in my hand and rubbing it against my slit. His hands grabbed my ass, lifting me until I had him aligned to my opening, then he drove up in me hard as I screamed in pain and pleasure.
He froze for a moment, wondering if I was injured. It felt like he was tearing me in half, and I gritted my teeth against the pain as I waited for things to adjust. He looked apologetic and asked if he should stop, but I shook my head. I didn’t want gentle right now. I wanted to be taken, to be claimed, to be his and only his again. When the pain started to turn into a delightfully full feeling, I started to move my hips in a circular motion, as his tip rubbed up into my cervix. I kissed him again, my body urging him to do what it wanted and he started to lift me, bringing me almost off him before letting my weight drive me back down to his base. It felt amazing, and it was exactly what I needed. I urged him to go faster, to do me harder, but his human side was reluctant to hurt me.
I needed the wolf.
I bit down on the junction of his neck and shoulder, hard, as I slammed myself down onto him again. It was his turn to scream, and from his eyes his wolf was taking over. “Am I yours? Are you strong enough to take me, to make me yours after TWO YEARS away from you?”
His eyes flared in anger, and I soon had my answer. They tell young wolves never to challenge the Alpha, and that’s what I had just done. I knew that by the time he was done with me, there would be no place not covered in his scent, no place that wasn’t his completely. I felt his body partially shift, fur starting to sprout out his arms and his face lengthening as his jaw changed shape and his wolf teeth came in. His cock changed as well, becoming longer and the spongy tip becoming more pointed. I locked my ankles around his waist and hung on for dear life as his wolf staked his claim over every inch of my body again. The wood siding scraped my back, and I didn’t care.
We were both lost to the moment, there was nothing but the feeling of him stroking my insides and my hot flesh. He was so deep inside me, I swore I could taste him. I came hard once, screaming his name, and he just kept going. Before I could come off the mountain of pleasure, I was rocketing up a new one. My fingers scratched deeply into his back as my breath came in gulps. His knot started to form, and I screamed as he forced it past my aching entrance. Once it was seated, his movement was restricted so he just jackhammered me faster. It reached spots deep inside, then as he would pull back the knot would rub my G-spot and give me even more pleasure. It just kept building and building until I felt him go impossibly deep, holding me steady with his hands as his come shot into me.
My head rolled back and my eyes rolled, then his canines came down and bit down on my neck. The blood was coating his teeth and lips as I got one last look at him.
I don’t know if I screamed, my mouth was open but my brain wasn’t functioning any more. I don’t know what I did, I was floating in bliss and I couldn’t sense anything but what my body was telling me. The pleasure was so intense I saw stars, then nothing.
I woke up in our bed, surrounded by his scent, as he cleaned my mating bite with some rubbing alcohol and a gauze pad. “You’re awake,” he said. “Are you all right, my mate?” He looked down at my naked body on the sheet, and my gaze followed. I could see bruising on my hips, and I felt a delightful soreness in my core that I knew came from him.
“I should ask if I hurt you. Turn around.” He did, I could see the lines I left on his back and neck, plus the human bite on his neck.
“I’m fine, it’s already healing.” He leaned down and kissed me. “I didn’t mean to get out of control. I’m sorry.”
“I’m not, that was amazing. You have nothing to apologize for. Of course, now Olivia is going to hit you with the dirtiest phrase ever heard on fifties television.” He looked at me quizzically. “You know. ‘Ward, weren’t you a little rough on the Beaver last night?'”
He laughed, then handed me a water. “Are you hungry? I can make something for us.” “Some juice, maybe, and some cheese or meat. I need the energy.” He walked out of the room, and I watched his perfectly sculpted ass move until it was gone. I pushed myself up to a sitting position, then got to my feet. I had to hold on to the bedside table to steady myself, my legs felt like jello and my body ached like I had been beaten up.
I’d never been loved so well in my life. I was glad we didn’t wait, my body and my soul needed to be his again. I worked my way over to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. No swimsuits in public for a few weeks, I thought, looking at the bruises and scratches on my back and butt. I did my business and took a quick shower, cleaning the sweat and the combined fluids off.
When I came back out, he was coming through the door with a tray. He sat on the bed, pulling me up to sit between his legs so I could lean back against him as he fed my strawberries and snacks.
I could feel him relax as he took care of me, and I knew he needed to. We didn’t say anything as he fed me and filled himself. “It wasn’t your fault, you know. They were watching us, one way or another I would have been attacked.”
His arms pulled me tighter. “I know, Olivia told me everything and the news had some more. You need to tell me about what they did to you, Ella.”
“Not now,” I said before chugging a bottle of juice. “Right now, I’m where I want to be and I don’t want to think of anything else.” He got up and took the tray back to the kitchen; I scooted down the bed, lying there and waiting for him to return.
He poked his head through the door. “Anything else you want, love?”
“There’s only one thing I want from you,” I said. “Come here.” I pulled him on top of me and kissed him hard again, my hands traveling down his sides. He rose up on his elbows and began to kiss his way down my body, making me squirm as he teased my nipples. His eyes showed his appreciation for me and my form.
I was proud of my body; I had kept most of the size of my lactating breasts when the milk stopped, and they didn’t sag. My stomach was toned from the hundreds of situps I did each day, my leg muscles carved from the plyometrics and squats. Running during my exercise period gave me stamina, endless sets of pushups defined arms, and lunges a butt you could bounce a quarter off. I no longer had a teen’s body, it had matured into that of a woman, a strong woman.