She wailed into the pillow as she came, her entire body thrashing, and he slid his finger into her moist depths. She was so tight—too fucking tight. Despite that, she didn’t try to stop his prodding, riding out the waves of pleasure as he moved his finger in and out of her body, timing each thrust with the flicks of his tongue. It was only when her orgasm had passed that she squirmed and looked down at him.
“It’s too much.” She panted, trying to even her breathing. “I’m so sensitive now.”
He released her clit but didn’t stop stroking the satiny velvet that clenched his finger, clasping him like a fist. Fuck she was beautiful like this. Her hair was tangled around her shoulders, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were darker than usual. She looked exactly as a woman should after she’d come hard and fast, a little unkempt and a whole lot happy. He added another finger to the first, stretching her wider.
This time she tensed at the intrusion.
“I need you to relax for me, sweetheart.” He entered her pussy with shallow strokes, waiting until she trusted him enough to go deeper. “That’s right. Let me in. Good girl. Just like that.” He tried to ignore the tension creeping up his neck, the wolf no longer content to stand on the sidelines. “I want to make sure I don’t hurt you. You’re so small and tight. You’re going to have to trust me.”
“It doesn’t hurt, it’s just…different.”
Glancing at her, he cocked a brow. “Different?”
“Well, I mean, it feels kind of…” She looked away, embarrassed.
Dominance took over, the beast inside him breaking through his barriers. He thrust his fingers firmly into her, growling. “Tell me how it feels.”
Flexing his wrist, he started working her with his fingers as he brought his other hand to her clit, using his index finger to create small circles over it. Mary arched her back, taking him deeper, and thrust her hips against his hand.
“Tell me, Mary,” he ordered, continuing to pound into her with his fingers, finding that his fingers came away coated in hot liquid warmth with each retreat.
“Full…oh God…so incredibly full.”
“What else?” He tried to pull back, to stop himself from going too far, but he knew it was a battle lost. He’d waited too long for Mary, needed her too much to stop.
“Good,” she moaned, pushing her pussy into his hand. “It feels so good.”
He released her and moved off the bed to kick off his boots and pull off his socks. His pants were destroyed as he ripped them away, using the claws that appeared in place of his fingernails. He ached with the need to bury his cock so deeply inside his mate she’d become a permanent part of him. He kept his eyes on Mary the entire time, monitoring every expression on her face, aware that his eyes were glowing and she could clearly see the wolf inside him now.
Don’t run from me, he thought. Afraid that she just might when he was totally nude and she eyed the stalk of his cock, which rose to his bellybutton. Genetics made him a large man—everywhere. If the wolf didn’t terrify her, his bodily proportions just might.
He was thrown off guard when she extended her arms—arms that were trembling—and said, “Come here.”
She’d said those two words earlier, right before she brushed her lips against his and proved that she wasn’t afraid of him. A sharp pain pierced the center of his chest, the magnitude of what he was witnessing strong enough to bring him to his knees. Mary—his sweet, beautiful mate—was offering herself to him without reservation, without fear.
She saw the beast in the man—she saw him—and she accepted them both.
He charged her wildly, a tidal wave washing to the shore, coming to her as she asked—no holding back, no pretending this was anything other than what it was. She didn’t struggle when he settled between her legs, the bulbous head of his cock sliding against her vaginal lips as he dipped his head to kiss her.
Their lips met, parted and their tongues touched. Circular motions followed by rotating suction. He deepened the kiss, plunging into the warmth of her mouth as he fisted his cock, aligning the tip with the slick well of her pussy. When he was in place he pressed inside, inching forward, taking his time. Back and forth he went, keeping his plunges shallow. She was so tight he had to work his way in, fighting her fisting walls, the steady rocking allowing him to sink deeper inside her. Sweat trickled down his back, his arms trembling with the effort to go slowly.
“Don’t hold back. I won’t break.” Mary grasped his biceps, her breath a warm caress against his mouth. “I trust you. Let yourself go.”
She was brave beyond her years or completely foolish. Either way, the wolf obliterated the final barrier Emory had resurrected, making him more beast than man. He thrust his full length into her, growling at the snug clasp of her pussy as he went balls-deep, at the way she surrounded him like fiery velvet. Her cry of pain rang in his ears. Despite the animal riding him and dictating his actions, he somehow managed to gain enough control to hold still, giving Mary time to become accustomed to his size. Her eyes were closed, her bottom lip drawn between her teeth.
“It won’t hurt anymore,” he murmured and brushed kisses over her eyes. “Go soft for me, Mary. Let me take you back to where we started. I want to make you feel good.”
He felt her muscles flex as she tried to relax beneath him. Lowering his head, he lavished affection on her breasts, sucking her nipples one at a time. Her ragged breathing told him she enjoyed breast play, as did the wetness that drenched his cock. Excellent, he loved playing with her breasts as much as she enjoyed having his mouth on them. He rotated soft bites with soothing licks, rotating his tongue around her areolas. When she started swaying her hips he rose above her. Watching her face, he slowly withdrew from her heat, the walls of her pussy as tight as a second skin. To Emory’s relief the wolf backed off, content that his long, lonely wait for his mate was over.
Stopping with only the head inside her body, he murmured, “Look at me.”
Her eyes opened, revealing dark pools of endless ochre.
Then he moved, gliding slowly inside her—studying her face as her eyes fluttered and her lips parted—until he was sheathed to the hilt. Once he was buried within her he stayed there, extending the moment, making it last.
“Damn, you feel good.” And she did, so tight and hot, wet and flexing. “Like fire and velvet, angel eyes. So fucking soft and sweet.”
“This is really happening.” There was a hint of wonder in the words. Mary touched his chest, fingers skimming over his collarbone. She stopped when she came to the tattoo on his arm, a representation of his wolf. The black colors were carefully done, almost like a portrait that ran from his elbow to his shoulder.
“Yes, it is.” He trapped her hand in his and brought it to his mouth. He ran his fingers along her knuckles, the touch feathersoft.
Her brows knotted as she shifted her hips, lifting her pelvis upward. The motion took him deeper inside her, causing them both to moan. Releasing her hand, he grasped her ass. He held a cheek in each hand, guiding her into a rhythm as he started thrusting, slow and steady, strong and deep. Any pain she’d felt was long gone, replaced by pure sexual need. Her arousal burned his nose, mingling with the sweet scent that he would always associate with her.