I lower my head and suck one of her pert nipples like my life depends on it. Her body softens, knees drawing up to cradle my hips. I release her wrist to frame her breast with my fingers, squeezing lightly as I suck. Her free hand doesn’t push me away. She clings to my shoulder with it at first, then burrows her fingers into the hair at the back of my head, as if urging me on.
My cock is rock hard. I want to devour her. She smells like nirvana. Tastes like divinity. Her soft, yielding body beneath mine sings like a choir of fucking angels.
I suction my lips to her nipple and tug until it releases from my lips with a pop.
Fuck. I want more.
My ability to stop left me at some point during the chase. My wolf thinks she’s mine now.
If she gives me any indication she doesn’t want this, I’ll stop, I promise myself. I may have to strangle my wolf, but I’ll do it.
I’m not the kind of male who forces himself on a female.
I’m not like the Adalwulf alphas.
I switch to the other breast, using more finesse this time as I lick a slow circle around her nipple, then flick it with my tongue before I suck it.
I feel the vibration of a sound from her, so I lift my head to gaze at her lips, but her eyes are closed, lips parted.
It must’ve been a moan.
My wolf loves that. He wants to make her moan all day.
But not out here in the mud.
I sit back, pulling the wrist I still have manacled to lift her easily over my shoulder, then I straighten. Her bare legs draped across my chest are almost too much for me. The scent of her arousal makes me hungry to taste that sweet honey.
I give her upturned ass a sharp slap then rub away the sting.
Her scent drugs me, lowering my inhibitions. Making me do crazy things I wouldn’t normally do with a female.
She’s gone still in my arms, but I can feel the tension in her body.
Her feet are scratched from running barefoot over the sharp rocks. She’s a wolf–she’ll heal fast, but I hate seeing her hurt.
“That was a mistake, Seeress. I told you not to run.”
I don’t sense the vibration of any sound against my back indicating an answer.
Back in the cabin, I take her straight into the bathroom to wash off the mud. When I set her on her feet on the rug, she wobbles on her long, coltish legs. The flannel shirt flaps open, buttons gone. She tries to pull it closed, but I’m too quick for her, yanking it down her arms, so it falls at her feet.
Claim her.
Mate.
This gorgeous she-wolf is completely naked with me in a small room, and I don’t know if I can hold myself back.
Aster
Running was a mistake. I should’ve known I couldn’t escape him. It only irritated the man and excited his wolf.
Now his glittering gold gaze promises punishment.
Or a rough claiming–it’s hard to tell which.
I can’t tell whether I’m scared or thrilled.
Noah’s eyes glow with his wildness. His cock tents his jeans. I’m trapped in this small room with him–naked and weak and no match against his strength.
