With her full permission to coat her with my seed, I use my cum to lube up her entrance, painting her plump folds, rubbing it all over her clit. She arches, rolling her pretty pussy into my hand. I screw one finger into her, prying her open, readying her for my dick.
I fucking love seeing her pussy painted with my cum. Claimed with my essence.
O. K.? I sign.
More, she signs back.
Fuck, yeah.
I screw in a second finger and curve them up to stroke her inner wall. Some of the tissue under my fingertips tightens, and I know I’ve found her G-spot. I stroke it, loving the way it makes her writhe and kick in pleasure. Then I pump my fingers in and out, hitting the spot every time I plunge in.
She screams something. I can’t see her lips because her head is tilted back, but I feel the reverberation in her body. Her inner thighs squeeze around my wrist, her ass clenches up tight, and then she squirts in a glorious display of female ejaculation.
A growl reverberates in my throat, and I pull my fingers out, hardly waiting for her to finish her orgasm.
Judging by the wild silver of her eyes, she needs me inside her as much as I need to be there. I rub the head of my cock through her juices, and she reaches for my hips, lifting her knees up to tip her sopping pussy up for my ravishment.
My teeth dig into my lip as I force myself to slow down instead of impaling her in one violent thrust. Blood drips into my mouth. I gently press against her entrance, but her nails score my hips as she pulls me over her, taking me all at once.
“Aster,” I choke. “Fuck, yes.”
Her eyes are round, her mouth open as if in surprise. I freeze, buried deep inside her to give her a chance to get accustomed to my size.
“O.K.?” I mouth.
She nods and starts slowly moving beneath me, rubbing her clit along the base of my cock. My body shakes with the effort, but I still don’t move. I want her to lead this. To show me what she’s ready for.
She finds a rhythm, rocking her hips and sliding beneath me, and I see the exact moment she surrenders to the pleasure. She moans and her breath deepens.
I draw back and sink in deeper, and she rocks to meet me. My upper lip curls as I drive a little harder, my hips snapping to bury myself deeper with each thrust.
Aster thrashes beneath me, her head sliding over the luxury sheet, her eyes rolling back in her head with pleasure.
I give it to her hard–harder than I mean to, but I’m losing control. My wolf is in charge now, and he needs to claim Aster with a ferocity I’ve never felt before. I catch her nape to keep her head from hitting the wall each time I shove into her. I grip the fronts of her thighs, lifting her pelvis off the bed, so I can slam in hard. My loins slap against her ass with a satisfying smack, reminding me how much I want to spank her gorgeous ass again.
We dance together this way for an eternity. Or maybe just a few minutes. I lose track of time completely, my brain fully embedded in my balls.
Aster’s lips are moving. It takes me a moment to focus on what she’s saying. “Mark me.”
Mark. Her.
“Mine.” I don’t even know if the syllable is intelligible with the growl rising in my throat. My wolf goes insane. I drive into her so hard the bed bounces. My jaw hinges open and snap down on the place where her neck meets her shoulder. The moment I sink my teeth into her, I come like a freight train.
Even though I just orgasmed from the blowjob, an endless stream of cum pours out of me into my convulsing mate. Aster jerks and spasms beneath me, her ass squeezed up tight as her internal muscles clamp around my dick, milking it for every last drop of my essence.
I force my jaws to soften and ease my teeth out of her skin, licking the wounds to help them close and heal. Rocking my pelvis over hers, I shower kisses along her hairline, down her jaw, across her throat.
“Mine,” I repeat.
Aster smiles up at me, luminescent in her post-orgasmic glow. She touches the place I bit her, then touches my cheek. “I’m yours.”
Aster
Noah gazes down at me like I’m the most beautiful female in the world. “I’m so fucking lucky,” he says.
I bask in the glow of his regard. Every cell in my body seems to sing with joy at his claiming.
Mate, my wolf keeps whispering. Mate.
