Page 59 of Wedding for My Werewolf

“Ready for everything.” She tilted her head, exposing the vulnerable curve of her neck. “I want your mark. I want you. I love you, Eric.”

The last bit of tension drained out of him. Her scent filled the room, rich with a sweetness that spoke of her desire and affection. Her love. She trusted him enough to offer herself. His wolf howled in triumph and his heart felt full to bursting.

“I love you, Robin. You’re my heart, my everything.”

He swept her up and carried her to the bedroom, their bedroom, where she belonged. He stripped her bare, his cock throbbing at the sight of her pale skin and slender curves, her nipples hard and pink, the red curls between her thighs already glistening.

“Hands and knees,” he growled and she gave him a confused look.

Take it slow, he reminded himself, and positioned her on the bed. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her cheeks pink with embarrassment, and the sight of her naked ass pushed his wolf into a frenzy, urging him to mount her. To sink deep inside her and make her his forever.

Instead, he knelt behind her, stroking his hands up and down her sides. The position displayed her wet, pink sex perfectly. So wet, so tempting.

“I’m going to taste you,” he growled.

“Oh god, yes.”

She pushed back towards him, and he had to grip her hips and hold her steady. He nipped her right cheek, soothing the slight sting with his tongue, then placed a gentle kiss on the opposite side. She wiggled, but didn’t try to pull away, so he moved to the sensitive spot where her thigh met her hip. Another kiss, then another, trailing ever closer.

“Oh,” she gasped, arching her back as he ran his tongue between her slick folds, tasting her, savoring her. Her arousal was heavy in the air, and his cock strained against his pants, but he ignored his own needs, focusing on hers.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Tell me what you need.”

“Your mouth.”

Her breathless words were music to his ears. He licked along her slit, flicking his tongue over her swollen clit. The sweet sounds coming from her only encouraged him, and he slipped his tongue inside her, fucking her with it until she cried out.

She tasted like heaven, and his wolf purred in contentment. His little bird, spread open and wet, just for him.

“Please,” she gasped again, pushing back against him, her thighs trembling.

He gripped her hips tighter, keeping her steady, and closed his lips around her clit, sucking lightly. She cried out and he knew she was close.

“Come for me, little bird,” he growled against her, and she did. Her thighs quivered and her pussy clenched around his tongue as he drank in her climax.

“Yes, yes,” she gasped.

He kept his mouth on her until her moans of pleasure softened into sighs. Then he stood, quickly stripping off his clothes.

“Mine,” he growled, unable to wait a second longer.

“Yours,” she echoed.

His cock was hard and aching, but he was still careful as he pushed inside her. She was so tight and wet, and she cried out again, the sound strained. He forced himself to keep moving slowly until he was buried deep inside her, his body draped over hers.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he gritted out, his voice barely recognizable, even to himself.

She whimpered, and he stroked a hand down her back.

“Relax, little bird. Let me in.”

He held her gently as she relaxed around him. Then he began to move, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back inside. She moaned, a soft sound of pure pleasure. His hips snapped forward again and she gasped.

“You feel so good,” he growled.

“Harder,” she begged, pushing back against him. “I want it harder.”

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