He shook with relief. The wolf didn’t want to wait. It wanted Mary here—now. He reached between their bodies to test her readiness, finding that her pussy was wetter than before. Humming his appreciation, he fisted his cock and guided the head to her lips, running the crown along her slit. She was so slick he slid easily past her labia, the tip sucked into the blistering warmth of her sex. Inch by inch he slid inside, parting her soft, gripping flesh with the hardness of his own until he was seated fully within her. Something inside him changed, the tension that had taunted him for so long fading to nothing.
This wasn’t a dream or wishful thinking. He was with Mary Shepherd. She wasn’t afraid of what he was. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Finally the time had arrived.
There was no going back.
Mary stifled a moan as her body became accustomed to Emory, feeling him buried so deeply she wasn’t sure she could move. She drove her pelvis upward, surprised to take more of him as she did. He was so long and thick, the friction deliciously maddening. She let a small cry escape when he nudged a place inside of her, one that was sensitive and tender.
“There it is. Right there,” Emory said and slowly drew back, dragging his cock along that electric place inside her.
She tried to bring him back, unsettled by the loss. He kept a good portion of his shaft within her, rocking his hips. Then when he eased his way back in, he shifted so that she felt that rub again in that same spot. Only he wasn’t done. The way he’d settled also ensured he brushed her clit with the shallow stroke.
“Oh,” she gasped, wrapping her fingers around his biceps.
Emory lifted his head, dark strands of hair falling close to his brow. His eyes had changed color again, becoming the gold she found mesmerizing. She’d felt a strange sensation, as though the wolf was inside Emory but communicating with her.
“You like that?” he asked, irises shining brightly, contrasting beautifully with the shadow lining his jaw.
“Yes,” she replied, breathless at the sight and feel of him.
He continued looking at her as he started to move, sliding in and out of her body, making sure he stroked her clit each time he returned. When he brought a hand to her right buttock, guiding her to rock with the movement, she started rising up to meet his thrusts. She resented the twinge of pain that spread through her shoulder, the dull ache much harsher than when they’d started. Fortunately the pleasure muted the intensifying throb, giving her something to latch on to. If what Ava had said was true, the injury would soon be a distant memory anyway.
Emory appeared to be memorizing her features, watching her closely. His thrusts became more forceful, pushing her into the pillows. She tried to keep up the pace, allowing the hand on her ass to assist her. Each time he pulled away she felt empty, only to find completion when he slammed back inside. Her body grew warm, heat spreading from her belly outward. She recognized the tingling prickle in her muscles, knew she was coming closer to the bliss Emory loved to give her.
“Finish it.” She didn’t stop moving, writhing beneath him. “Bring us together. Make me yours.”
The tic in his jaw warned her that he was going to give her what she asked for. She braced herself for the pain, remembering all too well how the bloodbonding had felt before. He brought his hand between them, using his clever fingers to stimulate her clit. Within seconds she quickened, falling over the edge. This time her cry of release was a mixture of ecstasy and pain, created by the orgasm rushing through her body as Emory’s wolf seemed to slide beneath her skin.
Ignoring the molten fire in her shoulder, she lifted her head and pressed her forehead into his chest. It felt as though fur glided against her inner flesh, using enough force she worried she might actually shift despite Emory’s assurances she wouldn’t be able to. She felt hot but cold, as though ice were coursing through veins that were boiling. The smells she remembered returned, the multiple scents of wilderness and rain and wolf permeating the air. Her body stung all over, like invisible needles were piercing her skin. She closed her eyes, pain wracking her body, and felt tears winding down her cheeks.
Emory’s hoarsely whispered, “It’s almost over,” came too late.
In an instant—as though a light had obliterated the dark and left nothing but clarity in its wake—the sensations and smells evaporated. The pain vanished, exchanged for something else. A primal lust she’d never felt before surged through her. She didn’t want Emory sweet and soft. She wanted him to take her hard and rough, using all the carefully maintained strength at his disposal.
She didn’t understand why she pushed him away. All she knew was she had to get on her hands and knees, to tempt him to take her as he so desperately needed. It wasn’t a telepathic connection. Rather it was as though she could sense what he needed without being told, guided by an instinct she hadn’t possessed previously. It didn’t take much to get in position, her ass presented to him as she faced the wall, her hands clenching in the sheets.
His growl crept along her skin, ramping her excitement. “Fuck yes,” he snarled.
When he touched her, she did something else she didn’t understand—she started to fight him. Writhing and squirming, trying to get out of his grasp. He in turn slapped her ass, growling deeper and placing a hand on the back of her neck.
“Oh no you don’t. You’re mine, Mary. Tell me that you’re mine. Tell me that you belong to me.”
Inside, she screamed what he wanted to hear, so she was stunned when she snapped, “No.”
He clucked his tongue, applying pressure to her neck, forcing her head into the pillows. “That won’t do. If you want this,” he pressed his cock against her, rubbing the hard length of hot flesh against her pussy, “you’ll surrender to me. Right now, angel eyes.”
Two sides of her warred. She tried to get the words out even though something prevented her from doing so. Confused and frustrated, she finally managed to say, “Help me.”
“You’ll never shift but you have a part of my wolf inside you,” he said, keeping her pinned in place. “It’s fighting for control. You have to give yourself over to me. Tell me what I need to hear. Force the beast in you to its proper place. Tell me who’s in charge.”
She wanted to scream but she couldn’t. Her body betrayed her, continuing to squirm beneath Emory. “Y-you,” she stammered, forcing the one word past her lips. Once she spoke, she found it was easier to talk, the struggle within her diminishing. “You’re in charge. I belong to you.”
“That’s right.” He released her neck and ran his hand down the curve of her spine. “You do.”
This time when he moved behind her, his cock found its haven. He barreled into her, forcing her to take all of him. Stars spotted her vision, the fight leaving her body. She sank into the pillows, her arms going limp. Skin slapped against skin, each pump of his hips driving him closer to the edge. When he wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her back to his chest, she went willingly. Her knees rested on the outside of his thighs, allowing him to maintain momentum.
One hand cupped her breast while the other drifted to her sex. He took the moisture from her pussy and brought it to her clit, rubbing the hard bead. She didn’t think it was possible to climax again but she was wrong. Her body jerked, her nipples hard and pointed, the air cool against them.
“One more,” Emory ordered. “Give me one more, Mary.”
She focused on the sensations taking her over, immersed in raw feeling. His cock teased her, gliding in and out, stretching her with each return. Soon the tingles from her clit intensified, traveling to join the warmth in her abdomen.
“Emory.” She moaned, concentrating on how good she felt, on how amazing it would feel when she came for him like this. Waves of fire crashed through her and she clawed at the hand he’d placed over her breast. She arched her back and thrashed, caught in a maelstrom that seemed to carry her through the ceiling and beyond.