Aster shivers. “I think…Sully knew a wolf named Moira. She was an acolyte killed by the Warden while trying to escape the rites years ago.”
Goosebumps race across my skin. “Fate guided us to him for this reason.” I turn to Aster and cradle her face between my hands.
“Yes.”
“Just like fate guided me to you, starshine.”
She smiles up at me, her face luminescent.
“But I was a fool. I thought she brought you to me for my mission. I didn’t know” –my throat closes as I speak– “I never dreamed…she would gift me the most exquisite jewel on the continent.” I brush her hair back from her face. “My mate.”
I still can’t believe she chose me. I am punching way above my weight.
Aster’s eyes flash silver, and she leaps, crashing into me. She straddles my waist, attacking my mouth with hers.
I stumble back as our tongues twine until my ass hits the bed, and I lie down, letting her climb over me and rip open my shirt.
“I want you,” she says. The scent of her arousal permeates the room.
It’s too much. My wolf goes wild. The need to claim her, to mark her, overwhelms me. I flip her over on the bed, a growl ripping up my throat. With a swipe of my arm, I clear the bed of all the decorative pillows, then tug her shirt off over her head.
I somehow remember to yank the covers down, so we don’t stain the silk bedspread between feral kisses.
Mine, her wolf growls in my head as she unbuttons my shirt.
Yes, I’m yours, Aster Adalwulf. Until the day I die.
I kiss the fuck out of her as my hips roll over hers, the hard bulge of my straining cock grinding in the notch between her legs. She reaches between us to undo my jeans as I lower my head to suck one of her nipples.
Freeing my erection, she fists my cock, and a sound rockets from my throat.
She pushes at my shoulders. “Roll over.” Her eyes are pure silver.
I comply, and she crawls over me, pulling my jeans and boxers off. She wraps her fist around my cock and tugs, further engorging the head with blood. Pre-cum drips from the slit.
Aster holds my gaze as she lowers her head and flicks her tongue over the head, tasting my essence.
I groan. “Fuck, Aster. You’re killing me.”
She takes my murder to the next level by opening her mouth and fully engulfing the head of my cock.
I shudder with pleasure, my fingers reaching for her hair. My canines have already descended, sharp and ready to puncture her skin. She’s playing a dangerous game. She’s going to get me so excited I won’t be able to hold back. And it’s her first time. I need to be gentle.
I should come now, so I can take that pressure off and take my time claiming her. Yeah. That’s a good plan.
I lie back and receive her gift. Her hot, wet mouth slides over my cock at the same time she cups my balls. I show her how to use her fist in conjunction with her mouth, stroking along my length as she moves her head down and up to make it feel like she’s taking all of me.
I surrender to the sensations. Allow the exquisite pleasure to wash over me until I reach a peak.
My fingers tighten in her hair, and I use them to pull her off then flip her over onto her back and give my cock a few jerks. With a shout, I come all over the flat plane of her belly.
She runs her fingers through my essence and brings them to her mouth.
I yank off her sweatpants. “Do you want me to use a condom?” I somehow remember to ask.
“No.”
I’m surprised by her immediate answer, but then she already made her choice. I suppose a she-wolf who has lived in harmony with nature, guided by Fate would embrace the possibility of conception with her mate. Even on their first time.
