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“You don’t have to do this,” he murmured, thinking he’d die if she stopped.
“I want to,” she rumbled at him.
He didn’t say anything more as she began to explore his body with the lightest touch. Mischa watched her fingers as they moved along his skin, exploring as if she wanted to commit him to memory. He didn’t move or even speak. He just allowed her to explore.
Simone leaned into him, allowing her lips to take the same journey as her hand. She brushed her mouth over his, allowing the tip of her tongue to trace the seam of his mouth. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him? The sexy grin that lifted the corners of her mouth said if she didn’t, she was figuring it out.
The quiet, shy little mouse he’d brought home from Italy had most definitely left the building. Instead, he now looked forward to a lifetime with a deeply sensual, stunningly beautiful, incredibly intelligent, and sexier-than-anyone-had-a-right-to-be mate.
Her hand trailed down, caressing the column of his throat before proceeding down to his broad shoulders and chiseled chest. Her lips weren’t far behind, and he wasn’t sure what she’d do when she encountered his chest hair. It didn’t seem to faze her. She swirled her tongue around his nipples, making them pebble.
Simone’s hand traced the center line of his eight-pack abs before taking his cock in her hand and stroking it once before drawing her finger across the head. He could feel his entire being come alive and expand into the universe. He realized he’d only been half-alive before she awakened him from his slumber. His body sang in tune with hers and he could smell her ripening pussy and knew she would be ready for him.
Mischa scooped her up in his arms, carrying her from the bath to the bed, laying her on her back and making a place for himself between her legs, covering her with his body. He brought his mouth down on hers, his tongue plunging inside. Her arms came up to hold him close as she let him settle between her legs. It was as if he’d been wandering in the desert, and she was a fucking oasis.
He kissed his way down her throat, softly paying homage to the mark she now bore because of him. He kissed, licked, sucked, and nipped his way down her body. The first bite had made her jump in anticipation, but then she grew used to his playing and a kind of sultry shroud settled over her as she sighed.
Skimming his hands down her body, he reveled in her womanly curves. There was nothing masculine about Simone. Every single inch of her was pure feminine curves. She had ample breasts that flowed into a much smaller waist that then broadened into hips he could grasp when he fucked her from behind hard and long.
As he latched onto a nipple, her body arched as she cried out, sinking her fingers into his hair and kneading his scalp. Her touch inflamed him, made him want to forget she didn’t have much experience and the small amount she’d had before him hadn’t been good. She need never worry about that again. He intended to provide her with more pleasure than any other woman had ever experienced.
He swirled his tongue around her nipples, moving back and forth between them—a lick, a suck, a swirl, a nip. She writhed beneath him, glorying in the way he played it like a fine cello. YoYo Ma had nothing on him. Ma might have a bow, Mischa had his cock. He suppressed the knot. As much as he wanted to bury it in her again, she needed to heal completely from the transition.
Mischa’s cock was weeping pre-cum; he swiped at it with two fingers before bringing it up and rubbing it into her clit. “There’ll come a day, Simone, where I don’t empty my seed into your fertile vessel, but rather spray it all over your back and rub it into your skin so you smell like sex with me. Anyone who is around you will know you had sex with your mate and that he has marked not only your throat, but your entire body.”
Her body shuddered and he nuzzled her neck. He parted the petals of her sex, finding her ripe and ready, wet and hot. He tried to remind himself that she was practically a virgin—to selfish men who didn’t have the sense god gave a gnat. How did one fuck Simone and ever want anyone else? He had fucked her hard the night before she began to transition. He’d knotted and tied her to him after sinking his teeth into her throat and marking her with his claiming bite.
His cock found the entrance to her core—a little like a heat seeking missile finding its target. He breached her opening with the head of his cock, pushing in, her pussy grasping at him. He gave her a few short, abbreviated thrusts, sinking in and dragging back out. Again and again, he teased her with his cock until she was screaming with need. Then he sank into her, pushing home and filling her completely. His balls gently caressed her each time he thrust deep.
Mischa pounded into her, moving his body in such a way that he hit her clit with each stroke. Simone’s body arched, tightening as her nails dug into his back, and she cried out, calling for him as her pussy clamped down on him, pushing him over the edge into his own orgasm.
He emptied himself in her, recognizing that nothing had ever felt this good or this right as filling her with his seed. Finally, when he was spent, he rested on her, letting her take the weight of his body, resting his head against hers on the pillow—replete with a happiness that left room for nothing else.
She was his and that was all that mattered.
CHAPTER16
MISCHA
Rolling to his side, he called down to the kitchen and had them send up food and drink. He specified finger foods with a glass of wine for her and a bottle of beer for him. Fetching the tray from the hall, he settled himself in their bed, his back against the pillows and headboard. He positioned her between his legs, so she was sitting with her back against his chest. She held the large platter in front of her and he spent the next little while feeding her, interspersed with kisses and caresses. In some ways he had to reassure himself that she was there, she was fine, and she seemed to be inclined to stay.
“My parents will be here next week—only they aren’t my parents, are they?”
“Did they give birth to you or sire you? No, but I’m beginning to understand that isn’t nearly as important as providing a stable and loving home and family for you.”
“Why did they lie to me?”
“I don’t know, but I promise you, we’ll find out.”
“I want to confront them.”
“Let’s talk to them first; perhaps there’s an explanation.”
“How do they explain lying to me for more than twenty years? Making me wear a medallion so that no one would know I didn’t belong?”
“You belong to me,” Mischa growled.
She reached back and brought his head down for a kiss. “I know that. I was worried because I wasn’t a pure dire wolf.”
