Page 52 of Never His Mate

And I don’t. Even when he dives back in, using his tongue to lick my slit before inserting the tip of his tongue inside of me, fucking with that magical things as he clutches my ass with his claws, I let him do whatever the hell he wants to me. He knows what he’s doing, and I know I don’t have anything to compare him to, but fucking Luna.

If this is mating, I should’ve agreed to this ages ago.

I also finally understand why Ryker was so turned on when I stuck my claws in him last year. The way he uses their points to anchor me to him has me going wild. A little pain mixed with a whole lot of pleasure. It kicks me into overdrive, my legs starting to shake as my orgasm begins to build.

I’m used to gentles O’s. A little pressure, a pop, and some relief. Nothing much, just a little something to take the edge off whenever the need got to be too much. What I feel building in my loins promises to be bigger than anything I’ve ever experienced before.

And I can’t wait.

But, just when I’m on the cusp of coming, I dig my claws into the dirt, rubbing my pussy all over his face as I moan out his name.

I might’ve moaned something else. I… I’m not so sure. If I did? It was probably due to the heat of the moment, and my mindless wolf willing to say just about anything to reach that elusive orgasm she’s been chasing.

He heard me, though. I’m almost positive. Either that or he can, I don’t know, taste that I’m so close. Mindless is a good word for what I am. As I arch my back, desperate for something to fill me, Ryker moves. He pulls his tongue away from my sensitized skin, ignoring my poor clit.

I snarl at him, more wolf than woman, and the last thing I hear is Ryker’s satisfied grunt before he replaces his tongue with something hard and long and thick.

I realize in an instant what he’s done. He’s used his tongue to get me ready for him. I’m so wet, so hot that he slides his monster dick in a few inches before I even know what he’s planning.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he grunts.

I arch my back again, wordlessly begging him to feed me a few more inches. I can tell that he’s only part way in, so why the hell is he stopping. “I’ll be better,” I pant, “when you start to move. I can take it.”

“Yeah?” Another push. “How’s that?”

I scoff. “Aren’t you an alpha?” I dare. “Prove it. Take me.”

Wish granted.

Ryker slams the rest of the way home. I felt a pinch, like something’s torn inside of me, but like I said before, it’s a little pain and a whole lot of pleasure.

A whole lot of pleasure.

* * *

Hours later,he cradles me, laying with me on the tufts of grass below us.

We’re still in our skin. Completely naked, my hand settled on his pec. I don’t mean to find the marks I left on his chest, but like a moth drawn to flame, my fingertips keep returning to the same place. I can feel his burning flesh, his hardened nipple brushing against the meat of my palm, my blunt fingers tracing the five scars. They’re visible, but not raised, so it amazes me that I instinctively know where they are.

Our scents—pine and cinnamon and raw sex—lingers in the air. Now that I’m coming down from the last round of rutting, I feel the cool breeze of the midnight sky blowing against my overheated skin and think that maybe I should go searching for our clothes.

Then I remember that I didn’t strip, I shifted, and even if I wanted to leave Ryker’s embrace to go searching for my clothes, they’re in no shape to be worn.

Oops.

We can’t stay out here much longer. It’s a miracle that no one’s ventured out into the wooded area, looking for the animals making all of that racket. Though we ran pretty far, I’m sure we’re still in Muncie, so even if the humans would believe the howls belonging to wolves mating, the vamps on patrol will know better.

And since the only two shifters in all of Muncie are me and Ryker, no way they won’t figure out what just passed between us.

Ican’t really figure it and I was the one being mated.

While I’m using Ryker’s chest as a pillow, he’s lazily stroking his hand up and down my bare back. I can hear his heart beating like a drum in there, my pillow rising and falling, rising and falling as he draws in breath after breath.

I smile into his skin.

Yeah. I did that to him. I brought the big, bad wolf to his fucking knees.

And then, because I’d been dying to know what it was like for longer than I cared to admit, I sank to my knees in front of him before returning to all fours and letting him fuck me a second time.

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