Page 45 of New Blood

To his relief, she let go of his cock, but only to place both her hands on his hips, adjusting his angle, while spreading her legs wider.

“Fuck me, please.”

He couldn’t deny her siren call and thrust into her warm and wet pussy, seating himself to the hilt without preparing her, without any foreplay or caresses, but like an animal who couldn’t control his urges, like the wolf inside him. Stilling for a moment, his erection deep inside her, he looked at her face. Her lips were parted, her eyelids half closed, and a ragged breath escaped. She met his gaze, holding it.

“I love how big you are.”

She slid her hands down to his ass, pulling him deeper into her if that was even possible. When she arched her back and pressed her head into the pillow, he began to move inside her, withdrawing slowly, then slicing back into her just as slowly. He felt every inch of her pussy, every muscle in her wet cave as she squeezed him tighter with every thrust.

“Fuck, baby,” he managed to utter, then captured her lips with his.

She responded to him in the same way as earlier, only with more passion, while her hands remained on his ass as if she wanted to make sure that he didn’t stop. He loved the way she grabbed him, the way she demanded he thrust harder, the way she kissed him as if wanting to devour him. He showed her the same passion, gave himself to her with the same intensity, the same fervor reserved only for mates. Their bodies moved in sync just like their breaths, and their hearts beat as one.

He ripped his mouth from hers, taking in a much-needed breath. He locked eyes with her, and in them, he saw everything he needed to know: affection, lust, and the knowledge that they would soon be one.

“I love you, Danielle.”

He didn’t give her a chance to reply, but kissed her again, while he slid one hand to her chest, caressing one breast, squeezing its supple flesh that was too big to contain in his palm. The clothes that he’d seen her in so far had all hidden her ample breasts—how, he wasn’t sure. But tonight he noticed just how beautiful and perfect her body was. And how responsive.

Danielle moaned beneath him, responding to his caresses. Her thighs around his hips tightened, confirming that she needed a harder thrust, a deeper plunge into her tantalizing pussy. Damn, this woman had more fire in her than all the women he’d been with combined!

This time, she was the one who severed the kiss. “I’m so close.”

“I’ve got you, baby,” he promised, while pushing back his own need to climax.

Instead, he brought his hand between their bodies and withdrew his cock. Dripping with her juices, he gripped his erection and slid it over her pussy, until he reached her clitoris.

A moan issued from her throat. “Oh, right there.”

Glad that he’d found the right spot, he rubbed his cock over it, back and forth, using his hand to add more pressure. Danielle’s breathing changed. He let his eyes roam her chest and travel to her face. Her skin was flushed, and her eyes were barely open.

“Look at me, baby,” he demanded.

Her eyes flew open, and she looked straight at him. On the next stroke over her clit, she gasped out loud.

“Yes! Yes!” she exclaimed while moans filled the room.

He pulled his cock back, readjusting his angle, and thrust back into her, while he kept one finger on her clit to continue caressing her. As she climaxed, her interior muscles squeezed his cock, and he let go of the final vestiges of his control, thrusting hard and deep, the waves of his climax colliding with hers.

He dropped his face to the crook of her neck and allowed the wolf inside him to take over. Sharp canines started protruding from his mouth, and with them, he pierced Danielle’s tender skin and latched onto her to taste her blood. Her essence was sweet and rich, and it made him orgasm a second time. Nobody had ever mentioned what would happen during a mating, maybe because it sounded so fantastic that nobody would believe it. But what he experienced now, biting Danielle to mate with her for life, was more than he’d ever expected. It felt like a fire was engulfing them as if to fuse them together, to create the unbreakable bond between fated mates. His entire body felt like it was floating weightlessly in time and space.

He wasn’t sure how long he had his fangs anchored in Danielle’s skin, maybe only seconds, maybe minutes, but by itself, the wolf finally retreated, and he licked over the incisions. By tomorrow, the wound would be long gone, but right now, he could still see the impressions of his bite.

His cock still inside his mate, Jude lifted his head and looked at Danielle.

“Are you alright?”

She let out a sigh and reached for his face, trailing a finger along his lips. “I love you, Jude.”

Her confession made his heart rejoice. “You’re mine now.”

“And you’re mine.”

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Danielle felt like pinching herself, but this wasn’t a dream. It was reality. Jude had made her his mate for life, and it had felt even more amazing than she could have ever imagined. Her body was still humming with awareness. Jude’s bite had been painless, maybe because the sex had been magical, and she’d climaxed so hard and for so long that she had barely felt his fangs pierce her skin. She touched the spot now and could feel the incisions, but her flesh didn’t feel tender thanks to the fact that Jude had licked it. A werewolf’s saliva had healing properties, and her own body healed the wound from inside.

“Did I hurt you?” Jude asked now, making her look at him by lifting her chin with his fingers.