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“Beg me for my cock,” he growled at her, grasping her hand and pinning it to the bed. “I want you to beg me to fill you up.”
“Please! Please fill me up,” she breathed.
Her helpless plea did the trick. He lined up his cock withher opening and pushed forward, loving how tight she felt around him. The warmth of her tunnel was almost too much for him to take.
Beneath him, Mariam screamed and shuttered with pleasure. Taking his entire length was enough to make her come almost instantly. His wolf swelled with pride; knowing that they could inspire such a reaction from her meant everything to both of them.
Trace took her second climax as permission to find his own release in her slick folds. He pulled her legs up and rested them on his shoulders to position himself even deeper inside her. He drilled in and out of his mate, loving how she screamed every time he bottomed out.
She seemed to drink up the pain that came with each thrust.
“It’s too much,” she cried. “Fuck, you’re so big! Please, don’t stop. I’m almost there!”
“I’m going to come,” he warned her, hoping that she would let me finish in her pussy. He’d pull out if she told him to, but he longed to pump his seed into her. He wanted her to spread her lips afterward and show him what his jizz looked like dripping out of her used hole.
The thought of her open wide and on display emptied his balls. Trace shouted her name and let go of her legs, landing on his elbows to prevent his weight from crushing her.
Mariam’s arms encircled his neck, holding him in place against her. He continued pumping into her long after he was spent, enjoying how their combined wetness felt against his cock. It was done. They were mated for life.
Chapter 17
I woke up in Trace’s bed sore all over. The worst of it radiated from my behind, which was extremely tender to the touch. In the shower, it took extra care to wash without pain from the punishment blossoming anew. My pussy won second place for the most well-used areas on my body, but I had no complaints about that.
I had stayed up late into the night, long after Trace had fallen asleep, considering how different sex was with him. Comparing the memories of him and Patrick had caused him to flash angry messages to me in his sleep, which alerted me that we were now connected in that way.
I had let the matter go, ending my inner dialogue with the decision that sex with Trace was infinitely better than anything else I had experienced. The conclusion earned me a rumble of approval and his arm swinging over my hips to pull me against him.
Somehow, someway, he was already hard again. With no energy to pursue another round of mind-blowing sex, I had snuggled against his warmth and fallen into a deep sleep. The memory made me smile. I had never felt so safe and cared for. The satisfied feelings had bounced between ussubconsciously as we slept.
But now, as I observed the damage Trace had done to my ass, I was tempted to turn the connection off entirely. My cheeks were deep red, almost purple in some spots. For a werewolf, that was saying a lot.How dare he do that to me?I demanded of my wolf.
But instead of a response for her, Trace rang clear as day in my mind.It is my right and privilege to punish you when it is called for, little wolf. If you don’t want your ass painted, I’d suggest not misbehaving again.
I grit my teeth against my ready response, unsure if arguing would cause him to deliver another round of pain.
That unspoken question was answered, too.No, Mariam. You are free to question anything respectfully. A spanking like that is only for severe misbehavior.
As disconcerting as it was to have Trace in my head, there were undoubtedly bonuses. It seemed like he was able to capture the intention of my thoughts, which was highly preferred to the arguing in circles that we were used to doing.
I sighed and walked into the closet that I now shared with the alpha. He revealed that a whole new wardrobe had been delivered for me there, meaning that I could finally stop cycling through the same four outfits. I found a beautiful, soft burgundy shirt and matched it with a pair of black leggings and new boots. Everything fit perfectly, and I admired my reflection in the full-length mirror.
You make my mouth water, mate. Trace’s voice filled my mind again. I turned away from the mirror and strolled back into the bedroom, where he was shamelessly sprawled across the bed naked. His hand gripped the length of hiscock, and he stroked it lightly. Apparently, he had enjoyed the show in the mirror and watching me get ready.
“You’re a peeper.” I accused, throwing a pillow to prevent myself from shedding my clothes and climbing on top of him again. His eyes lit up as he saw my thoughts.
“Not a peeper. Just a very fortunate mate,” he said, releasing himself and stretching as far as his arms would reach. I had to admit, the man’s physique was impressive. He could easily take up the whole king-sized bed on his own if he tried.
“What are your plans for today?” I asked, sitting on the very edge of the mattress to avoid his hungry hands and eyes.
Trace sighed at being reminded of the reality of running a pack. “I need to debrief with Justine and Randy about yesterday. And I need to manage a few accounts with a supplier for the diner and the school cafeteria.”
My heart jumped at the mention of the school. I showed him images of me working with the students there, hoping that it would be enough for him to allow me to return. His eyes softened as he viewed the scenes.
“You are going to make a wonderful mother one day, Mariam,” he whispered.
Panic started to rise in my throat. That was not the response I was hoping for, and my first reaction was to stand and bolt from the room. I had no intention of being a mother any time soon. Maybe ever.
But surely, Trace would expect me to produce at least one heir. I was an idiot to think otherwise.
