Page 49 of The Wolf's Appetite
“I’m yers, Lennox. Always.”
She knew what I needed her to say without me voicing it. A growl ripped from my chest as I struck, sinking my canines deep into the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Her cry of pleasure tore through the air, and straight into me. All pleasure. All submission.
I felt her pussy convulse around my cock, milking me as if she needed my cum deep in her body marking her on the inside, too.
Our fated mates bond intensified until it seeped into my very DNA.
I could only focus on Aisling, making sure she came right along with me.
“Come for me, lass,” I growled against her throat, tasting her blood on my tongue, and finally hearing her cry of climax in my ears. Her pussy clenched and relaxed around my length, and I let myself go then.
I came long and hard, my balls so full that it felt like I orgasmed continuously, filling her until she couldn’t take any more. I continued to spill into her with a broken roar, rutting through it, my motions fast and furious as I plowed my cock into her tight, wet pussy.
I forced my seed and my scent deep inside of her where no one could ever erase it.
She clung to me, trembling, her own climax rolling hard and as unending as mine. I felt her in every cell in my body, every nerve I had. She’d burrowed herself deep inside me, and there was no breaking us apart. Ever.
When I finally retracted my canines, I dragged my tongue over Aisling’s wounds, licking the twin puncture marks tenderly. I stayed planted inside her, my cock semi-hard, spurts of cum still dripping from my cockhead.
I covered her body with mine, the mating scent heavy in the air, our connection a constant humconsuming my whole body. My wolf was quiet, but he wasn’t tamed; he wasn’t silenced.
My Lycan was always under the surface, always ready to guard our female and split the world wide open for her.
And we would.
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AISLING
The first thing I felt was warmth.
The first thing I smelled was my mate’s scent covering me. Surrounding me.
Not just from the heavy blankets or the fire still smoldering in the hearth but from Lennox’s body, solid and unmovable behind me, his chest pressed to my back, his arm draped over my waist like it had been molded there.
I let my eyes stay closed for a few moments, listening to the steady sound of his breathing. It was soft and even. It was contentment because we were both safe and together. The rhythm of his respirations was grounding, and the feeling of him behind me, of his arms around me, anchored me like I’d never known I needed until now.
Everything from night before was still on my skin. The feel of his hands was imprinted on me, and the way he’d started off gently but then changed to fierce and possessive was something I found insanely attractive.
Every time I thought about it, my heart beat harder until it hurt.
I sensed him awake, lying behind me, and it pulled a little smile from me. My inner animal was content. She was sated and happy, and for the first time in my life, I felt like nothing was missing.
He groaned in a very sexy male way, and his hand splayed possessively over my stomach. “Are ye awake, sweetheart?” His voice was low, still thick with sleep, and the fact that he’d growled so deeply last night he was now hoarse. The rumble vibrated into me. Warm waves of comfort rolled through me.
“Mmm hmm,” I murmured, curling back against him. “I have been for a while. Just enjoying the feeling of ye holding me and the silence.” I moved a little, my bare legs rubbing together. I felt the tenderness between my thighs from last night, a discomfort but also turning me on all over again.
His lips brushed the side of my neck as he hummed. “Ye smell so good.”
I closed my eyes and sighed. “Yeah? Andwhat do I smell like?”
He dragged his tongue along the side of my throat. “Like sex, sweetness, and allmine.”
I turned in his arms so I could see his face. His longish dark hair was a little wild around his sleep-heavy face. But the dangerous edge he wore like armor wasn’t gone, and I knew it never would be. He was a wolf and a warrior. My Scottish Lycan Prince.
I smirked and traced the edge of his lips. “Ye look like ye had a great night’s rest,” I teased.
He chuckled and nipped at the pads of my fingers. “Aye. My wee lass wore me out.” He winked, and my pussy clenched. Lennox kissed me then—slow and unhurried—like we had all the time in the world.
