Page 77 of Ravenous

I moved slowly inside her, keeping my strokes even and straight. As I continued, her moans grew louder. Her back arched deeper.

“Please, Wes,” she moaned.

“Please, what, honey?” I thought she wanted more by the wanton tone of her voice, but I needed to be sure.

“I need to come.”

“Okay, honey. I’m gonna fuck you a little faster, but I’ll still be careful with you, okay?”

“Yes.” I loved the needy whine in her voice.

I picked up my speed, allowing my pleasure to rush to the fore. My balls drew up. I lowered my hips down to meet hers, so I wouldn’t pump too erratically or hard. I reached my fingers under her hips to tangle with hers between her legs.

She was sopping wet, her pussy so plump and open that two of my fingers sank immediately in.

“Yes, yes!” she cried out.

I humped her ass, pressing the heel of my hand against her clit and wiggling my fingers inside her pussy.

“God, yes! Please, Wes! Please!”

My eyes rolled back in my head. I knew they were glowing. My wolf couldn’t get enough of our mate. I allowed myself to topple over the brink of control. I plunged deep into her ass and came.

“Come for me, honey,” I growled. I used my fingers between her legs.

Her body quivered. Sweat coated her skin. She was hot to the touch.

She shrieked as she came, her pussy squeezing around my fingers, which she urged deeper with hers. Our hips bucked together as one unit.

Fireworks burst behind my eyes. Joy’s scent surrounded me. I bit her shoulder–not a mating bite–not enough to break the skin–but out of a need to have all of her, in every way.

I would always be ravenous for my mate this way. It would never stop.

When our pleasure had been thoroughly wrung out and we’d caught our breaths, I eased out of her.

“Stay right there, baby. I’ll be back,” I murmured against her nape.

“Mmmm,” she moaned.

I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and get a wet, warm washcloth, then returned to clean my mate. She was soft and pliant, wilted with her eyes closed. A smile tipped up the corner of her lips.

I tossed the cloth on the floor and rolled us to our sides, pulling the pillow out from under her hips.

I pulled a sheet over us and curled my larger body around hers. “Mine,” I murmured in her ear. She was softly pressed against me.

“Yes,” she murmured, leaning her head down to kiss my forearm. “I’m yours.”

“I also love you.” I kissed and nibbled her shoulder. “Wolves mate instinctively. I knew you were mine by scent, but all the human emotions are there, too, Joy. I want you to know that.”

She turned in my arms to face me. Her blue eyes met mine. They were sated and satisfied, but I couldn’t miss her happiness. “I love you, too, Wes.”

I kissed her tenderly this time, cradling her cheek in my hand. “I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

She kissed me back. “Ditto.” Then tears welled in her eyes. “I can’t believe I’m a mom!”

I went still. We hadn’t talked about her taking on Remy, too. “Is it okay? Too much? We can go slowly.”

She shook her head, her messy hair sliding against my skin. “No, I’m all in. Remy is mine. She seemed to know it from the start, too.”

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