The first thrust pulls a sound out of her that almost finishes me. Tight and hot and slick around me. Her fingers digging into my shoulder. Her whole body taking me in inch by inch. I press my forehead to hers. Holding still. Holding.
"Mel." Her name shaking out of me. "Mel—fuck—Mel."
"I'm here."
"I'm not going to last."
"Then don't last."
"Mel—"
"It's fine. I just had—you took care of me. Now you. Justyou. Take what you need."
She kisses me. Breathless. I groan into her mouth.
I take what I need.
Slow at first. Long and deep, trying to make it last, trying to memorize every part of being inside her—the warm clutch of her, the gasp she makes when I bottom out, her thigh tightening around my hip, her hand staying on the side of my face. Holding me there.
It builds anyway.
My pace changes. Faster. Deeper. Can't help it. Her body opening more for me. Her sounds going higher. Her hands everywhere—in my hair, on my back, against my chest, fingernails finding the silver lines of old scars and digging in—
"Keer—Keer I'm—oh—oh—"
"Again." Against her mouth. "I want you to come again. Mel. Look at me—"
She looks at me.
I move my hand between us. Find her. Her body bucks into the touch and she makes a broken sound and her teeth catch my lower lip.
"That's it." I kiss her hard. "Come on my cock, Melori. Mine."
She breaks.
Again. Harder this time—her whole body clenching around me, her cry cracking against my mouth, her nails digging into my back—and the feel of her coming around me is—I'm gone.
My hips snap forward and I follow her, groaning against her throat, her name coming out of me ragged and broken—Mel—Melori—Mel—fuck—Mel—
I empty into her in long shuddering pulses—and bite down.
Hard. Where her shoulder meets her neck. The small scar I kissed earlier. Teeth breaking skin. Blood—warm, copper, Mel—filling my mouth and the wolf in my chest goes still in a way it has never gone still in my life.
Mine.
Her cry against my throat. Half pleasure, half shock. Her hand fisting in my hair. Holding me there. Not pushing me off. Holding me there.
The world narrows to the taste of her.
I unlock my jaw. Slow. Tongue moving across the wound, sealing it, the way the wolf knows to. Blood on my mouth. Blood on her shoulder. My hips still pulsing into her—
And then I feel it.
The lock.
Deep inside her. My body swelling at the base, sealing us together, the pulses still going through me into her.
Oh.
