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Spanking her settled me. Released a little of the aggression I was afraid I would bring to sex. Now I’m able to close my eyes and savor the sensation of being deep inside her.
Now I’m able to move slowly in and out, measuring her ability to take more.
I build a rhythm, ramping up the speed, plowing deeper. Putting an accent on my in-strokes. A snap to my thrusts. All the while, I hold her in place with the fist in her hair.
“Okay,” she pants again. “Okay.”
I slow down. “Okay, what?Okay, I need to come? Or do you want me to stop?”
“I need to come!”
Fuck.
For some reason, that knowledge undoes me. My nostrils flare. I buck against her gorgeous ass, losing the leash on my control. I know I’m going too hard. It’s too much. Her knees lift off the ground, and she braces all her weight in her arms to take me.
I don’t care. I’m taking what’s mine now.
The moon goddess seems to circle us like she’s celebrating bringing us back together after tearing us apart.
I’m lost in a hurricane of pleasure and deep satisfaction. That sense that this is where I belong, that everything in my life has been focused on coming to this one pinpointof a moment. Like this is the apex of my entire life’s journey.
I want it to last forever. I know it can’t. This fleeting high will be the unattainable measure I claw and scrape to hit again every day for the rest of my life.
My balls draw up tight and start to pump. Almost too late, I remember to pull out.
“No!” Carlotta sounds almost offended. Like she, too, was on the brink of ecstasy. I fist my dick and give it two tugs before I come all over her ass.
“No,” she sobs.
“I know.” My voice is rough and guttural. “You didn’t get to come.” I reach around and stroke her clit. It’s swollen, the little nub standing out from the hood. Even though I’m still catching my breath, I force my shaking digit to be gentle. I take a slow gander around her clit.
Her exhale is another sob.
One more circle.
She starts to buck her hips.
Halfway around the third, she comes. I shove two fingers inside her, so she has something to squeeze around. Her orgasm continues, muscles squeezing, her hips undulating and jerking. It’s magnificent.
She collapses in a limp heap when it’s over.
That’s when I mentally freak. Because my instinct is to cover her body with my own. To wrap my arms around her and kiss that sweet-smelling, slender neck.
But I can’t. I won’t.
I release her all at once, shoving backward at the same time I shift, praying she doesn’t catch sight of my human form.
My brain tells me to leave her. To run fast and catch up with the pack. Or better yet, disappear, so there’s noawkward moment back at the pack hall with her trying to figure out who I am.
My wolf won’t let me. It would be ungentlemanly to screw my mate and then leave her while she’s still on her knees. I nudge her with my snout to get her up and moving. I don’t mean to be affectionate. It’s the last thing I want to be with her, but I end up licking her ear.
Then I get a grip on myself. I nudge her again, and when she still doesn’t move, I give her thigh a tiny nip.
That sends her into action. She shifts into her wolf form–a sleek white wolf with jade green eyes. I can’t help but notice how our wolves complement each other. My large black a match to her small white. Both of us with green eyes. Her wolf is slender, but elegant. She stands for a moment, her head swiveling in the direction the wolf pack left, then back toward the way she came.
To my relief, she veers away in the direction she came.
I watch her trot away. She moves slowly at first, as if her legs don’t remember how to work. Then she gains her stride, and soon she’s bounding down the mountain as fast as she was running when she arrived.
