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Smiling up at him, going up on my tiptoes so he can’t miss my meaning when I say, “Starving.”
His cock is in my hand. I’ve taken it out, running my thumb over the head. There’s already some moisture there, but I release him, bringing my hand to my mouth. I give my hand a leisurely lick, then return it to his dick, stroking him.
Lucas went still the moment I slipped my tongue out between my lips. Throwing his head back, he closes his eyes, the cords in his neck standing out on his neck as he groans.
I see the scars again and stutter, his cock falling out of my click hand before I can recover it, and I thought I did without him noticing—but when I look up again, his eyes are watching me closely.
I see lust there. Desire. Need.
Want.
But there’s also worry… and that’s just not going to work for me right now.
So I stroke him again, squeezing the tip in a mockery of what it’ll be like once he shoves his way inside of my achy pussy, and peek up at him. His gaze has gone heavy-lidded.
I can do better than that.
Burying my face against his shirt, I bite through the material.
I have human teeth again. I could barely get through the fabric, let alone any skin.
It doesn’t matter. Just the fact that his mate bit him again has my Alpha going fucking wild.
I have three seconds to think that maybe biting really is his kink when Lucas lets go of my tit, shoves his jeans and his underwear down around his thighs, freeing his cock completely.
He doesn’t bother with his shirt. Taking off his jeans? Why bother? I’m naked, his cock is ready, and he’s strong enough to pick me up by the waist.
This isn’t the first time we’ve assumed a position like this. Though I would’ve guessed that he’d prefer doggy since he’s a wolf, Lucas seems to get off on showing me how strong he is. Whether he’s hoisting me up against a tree for leverage, or he just encourages me to wrap my legs around his waist so that he can hold me in the air with only his hands… whatever the fastest way for him to seat himself inside of me works for him.
Holy shit. He’s so strong, he only needs one hand to keep me lifted. With the other, he trails his pointer finger through my slit, checking to see if I’m ready. Once he has physical proof that I’m sopping wet for my mate, he grabs his cock, angles his hips and pushes.
Yes.
He doesn’t move straight away. Instead, keeping me pinned on his length, he buries his face against my shoulder, nuzzling his cheek against the bite mark he gave me.
“Oh, sucre… I’ve waited so long for you.” He doesn’t just mean the last two weeks, either. “To take you like this. To make you mean without worrying that the beast would come between us. It’s just you and me. It’ll always be you and me.”
I wish I could believe that. The fact is that, especially now, it’s not just the two of us. But maybe that’s just me thinking like a human when I’m not. Who knows?
It doesn’t matter. Nudging him in the ass with my heel, I tell him, “You’re my mate.”
Taking the hint, Lucas starts moving his hips. “Marked.” Another thrust. “Mated.” He lowers his head, waiting for me to bounce a little closer as he fucks me. He started out slow before developing a rhythm that has me half riding him, half going for a ride as he slams into me just the way I like. When I feel something warm against my nipple, I realize he darted out his tongue, swiping at it when I got near enough. A rumble of pleasure runs through him. “Bonded.”
You know what the best thing about being bonded is? With the two going between us becoming stronger while our bodies are united, the pleasure is doubled. I sense mine. The way he fills me, fucks me, stretching me until I’m the perfect fit. At the same time, his echoes back around on me, doubling when I notice it, tripling when I squeeze.
Lucas roars. That’s the only way I can describe the noise he makes. He roars, and if I thought he was wild before, that’s nothing compared to the male who starts fucking me next.
I’ve been with Lucas before. He can be a slow and gentle lover at first, but once he accepted that he didn’t have to hide his supe side, that the first time I ever mated him, I already knew he was a wolf—and that I could take anything he wanted to dish out—he always lost control before he came.
Of course, he won’t finish until he’s sure that I’ve come first. He’s a wild lover, not a selfish one, and I’m not surprised when he spins around, laying me out on the couch.
That gives him two free hands now. One of them trails down my calf before he grabs my ankle. Never once slowing his pace, he lifts my ankle high, spreading me even wider as he thrusts so quickly, it’s more like he’s trying to see how much of him I can take.
Give it all to me, babe. That’s just how I like it.
One hand is on my ankle. The other? He starts rubbing my clit, giving me the stimulation I need to start climaxing around him.
I was already close. Something about the way he fucks me like a desperate man, like I’m the only one he wants, the only one he trusts to be this open and vulnerable and wild with… it doesn’t take much before I’m squealing out his name.
