Page 65 of Wild

There was no stopping now.Even though my mind screamed at me to pull back, to make sure she meant it, my wolf was too hungry for her. I had to pleasure her. To hear her scream my name. To claim her as mine, forever.

It was finally fucking happening.

Holding off had been the longest 48 hours of my life.

I feasted on her like a starved man. Her little sighs, moans and cries only fueled my desire to satisfy my mate before I took my own satisfaction.

“Marina,” I growled her name every time I came up for breath, to make sure her lashes still fluttered in ecstasy. Every time, she lifted her head and met my wild gaze and moaned, “Yes.”

I used my tongue in every way I knew how, flicking, fluttering, penetrating. I could stay here for hours between her thighs. Her taste, her scent, were all over my face. And while she was the one to be marked tonight, I wanted to be drenched in her, so everyone would know I was claimed, too.

Yet I needed to have her come. Needed to give her the pleasure I’d denied her since yesterday and myself. It was crucial I could please her, that my naughty girl was all. Fucking. Mine.

I rimmed her anus and made her squeal. I screwed two fingers inside her, carefully at first and then when she practically ripped the sheets to shreds in her tight grip, I didn’t hold back. I methodically stroked her inner wall, seeking her G-spot as I swirled my tongue around her clit.

Her cries grew more frantic, her head arched back in pleasure, mouth open. “Yes, Colton, please. Please don’t stop! Please, ohmygod!”

I pumped my fingers inside her and affixed my lips over her little nubbin, suctioning onto it and pulling. She would come. Now. And again. And again.

“Oh my God,” she squealed again, hips lifting off the bed and bouncing. Her tight pussy contracted around my fingers, her arousal practically dripping onto my palm. I waited until she’d finished, laying replete and panting, then crawled over the top of her and unbuttoned my jeans.

“This is crazy,” she murmured in awe when she looked up at me again. “Are your wolf’s eyes amber?”

I drew in measured breaths, trying to keep control and nodded. If she could see them, then my wolf was right at the surface. Ready. Waiting. I couldn’t bite too deep. Couldn’t hit an artery. She was human and wouldn’t heal instantly like a she-wolf would.

Fuck, I’d never gotten to ask Boyd how he’d done it, but I remembered seeing where Audrey’s mark was when she’d had on her wedding dress earlier.

That wasn’t the only thing I had to think of to protect her. Condom.

I still needed to use a condom, no matter how badly I wanted to mark her with my seed at the same time. She was in college. Not ready for pups. She’d said as much, and I’d respect that.

I fumbled with the wrapper, my dexterity dulled with the roaring in my veins, the sweet taste of the serum coming down my fangs, meant for her skin.

She grabbed the package from me and opened it, helped me roll it on.

Oh fates. She wanted this as badly as I did. That made me fucking crazy.

I tried to hold back--I swore I did--but it was impossible. Settling my hips between her parted thighs, I lifted one of her knees, lined up and speared her with a single thrust.

She gasped, eyes flying wide, her shoulders sliding up the bed.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” I cradled behind her neck and lowered my head to kiss her. “Beautiful little human. My sweet mate. I don’t want to hurt you.”

She rocked up to meet me. “I’m not hurt. I’m not fragile. You were wild with me before here at the motel. In your bed at the ranch. Be wild again. Show me your stuff, wolf-man.”

I gave a pained laugh. She was so fucking cute. So cute it hurt my ribs. Made pressure in my chest, like there wasn’t enough room to breathe.

She reached back and braced her hands on the headboard, issuing a challenge with her eyes.Give it to me.

Challenge accepted. I eased out and thrust again. Her knees drew up on either side of me, an offering. It let me get deeper, and suddenly, I couldn’t get enough. Her inner walls rippled around me as if trying to get me deeper. I braced my own hand on the headboard and pounded into her, holding her in place by her shoulder.

The room spun. I was too hot. Flushed with fever. Need. Desire. Lust.

Her head went back, her eyes closed, her lips parted, and her breath came out in pants. A flush crept from her cheeks, down her neck and to her breasts. The small tips wobbled as I took her.

Nothing mattered except fucking the daylights out of my little mate. Seeking that finish that both of us so desperately craved. Nothing existed but her gasps, her moans. Nothing fulfilled me like the ecstasy of her expression.

“Marina…”