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Biologically, wolf shifters had a hard time conceiving, so the Moon Spirit created the ravenous reaction to the heat to give us the best chance possible.
Pearl and I were nowhere near ready for that, which meant this was her show.
I dodged trees, stumps, and logs as smoothly as possible. The last thing I needed was to trip and fall with my mate in my arms.
Pearl let out a throaty moan just as her house came into view through the trees. With renewed focus, I sprinted to the back door, pausing to turn the handle, instead of crashing through it.
Once inside, I rushed to the kitchen island, depositing my mate on its surface. I quickly closed and locked the door, ignoring my wolf, who wanted to mark the outside so no other wolves would dare come close.
Another moan brought our attention back to our mate. She was arching, legs spread wide ready for another orgasm.
I bit my cheek while my dick grew rock hard again. With her legs spread and her back arched, I could see everything. My mouth watered as her heated scent reached my nose.
My hands were on her thighs before I realized I had moved. I pulled her closer to the edge, securing her knees over my shoulders. I exhaled on her flesh, enjoying her hissed inhale.
I was on her before she could draw another breath, my tongue licking her slit from the bottom to the top. I sucked then flicked her clit, drinking in her sexy groans.
I pushed two fingers into her, my teeth grinding together as her muscles spasmed around them. My cock jerked, and I wished that it was buried inside her, not my fingers.
My attention was on her body, learning her sounds and reactions to my fingers and touch.
God, she was beautiful, her body responding to my touch in a way I never thought possible. Her thighs twitched and then clenched against my skull as her orgasm drew closer. Her scent, taste, and sounds were too much. My dick leaked pre-cum.
Her muscles clamped down on my fingers as she practically sat up, full breasts topped with puckered nipples reaching for the ceiling. My name tumbled from her lips, and I lost all control.
I buried my tongue into her while my fingers wrapped around my cock. My hips moved, thrusting into my hand still wet from Pearl’s last orgasm. My chest rumbled as my balls tightened, and my own orgasm crashed over me. I repeated her name over and over as my hand squeezed, prolonging my pleasure for a few seconds longer.
I slumped against the counter; my legs were barely able to hold my weight. My chest was heaving but returned to normal a couple minutes later.
Blinking, I refocused on the task at hand. I took a deep, steadying breath, trying to calm the urgency I felt to please my mate in every way possible.
Looking at her face, I noticed that her eyes were open. Russet irises watched me. Her bottom lip was held by her upper teeth, and she looked feral with lust and desire.
“Rylan,” she groaned, chest rising with her labored breathing, breast full and inviting. “Do that again.”
Her order was so sexy it was almost my undoing. I couldn’t deny her anything, not in this state. She looked at me like she was dying of thirst, and I was the only one who could quench it.
I hesitated, every instinct I had yelling at me to drag her from the kitchen and bury myself inside her. The struggle was impossible, but my wolf understood the importance of restraint in this situation.
“Please,” she begged, which snapped my barely contained control.
My mouth was on her again. Licking, sucking, teasing. I thrust my tongue into her, pumping in and out like my cock wanted to do. I had a thumb massaging her clit as my left hand found her breast, my fingertips flicking her puckered nipple.
Three short cries later, her orgasm came over her in waves, making her scream in pleasure. My hand wrapped around myself, my hips bucking as I again sought my own release.
Fucking hell!
My knees wobbled. I gripped the edge of the counter, unable to hold myself up. I slid to the floor, the coolness feeling amazing against my fevered skin. I laid down, my back twitching at the change in temperature.
My eyes closed as tiredness floated at the edge of my consciousness. I’d hardly slept the night before. Shifters could go a long time without sleep, but rest was important. I knew that I wouldn’t be getting much of either tonight.
Something moved above me, and I suspected it was Pearl, her heat demanding release again. There could be worse ways to spend the night. I would not be taking this time with my mate for granted. She deserved all the pleasure I could give her. I was determined to fulfill her every fantasy, even if it killed me.
The feel of hair on my skin roused me from the doze I drifted off to. My surprised inhale brought my mate to the forefront of my mind. Her hands caressed my skin, every nerve ending standing at attention.
Opening my eyes wasn’t hard, but seeing the vision hovering over me nearly stopped my heart. Pearl straddled my hips, her long white hair a mess, the ends of which tickled the skin of my chest.
My hands cupped her waist just below her breasts as she leaned down, lips brushing mine. Lust like a white-hot poker seared through me straight to my dick. I grew dizzy with desire, her scent filling my nose and turning me on to the point of pain.
