Page 40 of Lone Wolf
He growled and nipped at the side of my neck then gently bit the entire side in what we called the Alpha’s Bite back home. Half threat, half play, it made another shiver of excitement run over me, and when he thrust a well-muscled thigh between mine I unashamedly rode it like I was still a puppy, just learning the joy my own body could bring.
“How do we do this?” he whispered.
I lost my train of thought almost immediately, because he’d begun to tease the edge of my ear with his teeth. I dug my fingers into his back and squirmed harder beneath him.
“Salem?” he reminded me, then again made it impossible for me to answer, let alone think.
“Shut up and fuck me,” I growled back, thinking he’d laugh. Or maybe he’d just stop teasing. After four months of faking and forcing myself to respond, this was freedom.
“I don’t want to hurt the baby,” he said and rolled a little away from me.
Hurt the baby? “I don’t think you can, they’re pretty protected in there. At least, that’s what Ma always said.” I stroked his arm. He had a new scar, older than the bruises and scrapes he’d worn the night they brought him to me at Nevada Ashes.
Damian kissed me and spread his hand over the swell of my womb. “He’s pretty big.” He sounded impressed.
I laughed and let my eyes close. “Why do you think it’s a boy?” His thigh was still between mine and I casually began rocking against it again, the pleasure of the touch streaking out to wake every part of my body. It was a beautiful torture and if I hadn’t know that this was mine for as long as I wanted it, I might have tried to make it last. But, well, four months, right? I wiggled into a better position and locked my leg behind his.
“Just a figure of speech,” he told me and I could hear the smile in his voice even with my eyes closed. “Let’s try this then.” Gently, he disentangled us and turned me over so I faced the mattress, my hips up in the air to give my belly room.
Echoes of our first night danced through my memories as he stroked my spine, reached between my legs to run his fingers over my belly and my cock until every breath I took became a wordless howl demanding he perform his alpha duty. He kissed my hips and the small of my back and the inside of my thighs and I shivered and clutched at the pillow above me, wanting him to end my torment but enjoying myself far too much at the same time to suggest it.
And, remembering my gift to him, I stayed as he’d placed me and let him touch and taste until he’d had his fill and could move on without regret. Except he never stopped and his scent grew sharp with anxiety.
What was I doing wrong?
Too passive. I’d never been passive in my life, until I tried to do this for him. And somehow he knew that. “Damian,” I croaked, lifting my flushed and sweaty face from the pillow I’d buried it in. “Please. Now.” I reached back to him, met his hand reaching for me, and grabbed it tightly. “Iwantyou.” It wasn’t a lie, and if I put some extra emphasis on the want, well… that wasn’t a lie either. “Fuck me.”
He kissed me again at the base of my spine, that sensitive bundle of nerves where my tail would sprout when I shifted. I’d never seen his wolf form—would he change for me tonight? Later, once we’d had our fill of each other?
I hoped so.
Then I felt him press against me and I groaned and pushed my hips backwards. I’d probably spoiled what was supposed to be a slow and teasing entry, but he’d just have to take his lumps for not having been around since the baby’s conception.
He hesitated for a moment, and I worried that I’d lost my bid to convince him to give in to his own passion, but then I felt it, like a gust of heated air, as he broke and all his control went to the Barrens.
He pushed roughly inside me, but I was more than ready and as his hips met mine I cried out with relief as the pressure and movement of him inside me eased the torment a little. And then it began to build again as he pulled away, his cock bumping along the back of my womb and sending up sparks and the looming sense of a tidal wave hovering on the horizon.
“Damian,” I whispered and chased him with my body so he couldn’t leave, so he’d have to stay buried deep inside me forever.
“I’ve got you,” Damian whispered back and thrust into me again a primal grunt. I moaned and bowed my head and wondered why I’d ever thought that artificial passion of the public houses was satisfying. I let him pound against me, begged him even for more, harder, faster, each sudden impact another spark that pushed me closer and closer to the edge. I was so close that nothing existed except my body and his, until Damian pulled me up so my back was against his chest and held me there, pinned on his cock by my own weight. His breath came hot and wild against the back of my neck and I shivered at the way it made me feel. And when he reached beneath me to wrap my cock up in his calloused palm, I yelled and beat at his arms because I was afraid of how big this all felt. It was too much and I was going to get lost in these feelings.
But he held me and bit gently at the side of my neck and gave me a shelter to come to and then I came and the world faded, my body gone almost fetal with the overwhelming sensations.
When I was near done, he shoved me back onto my knees again and thrust wildly into my body, his forehead pressed against the back of my shoulder, one hand holding onto my hip like it was a lifeline to sanity. I felt him swell against my womb and a different kind of pleasure washed over me, less intense but longer-lived and leaving behind it a sensation like it had never quite stopped even once I was certain it had.
I was crying when I could think again, Damian curled against my back in his own exhaustion. He kissed the nape of my neck and hugged me tightly, then separated us gently. I whined as he pulled himself out, though I certainly wasn’t in any state to do anything and he didn’t seem any better.
“Under the covers,” he whispered to me and rolled me toward him. “Hey, what’s this? I did hurt you!”
I shook my head and wiped at the stupid tears that wouldn’t stop. “No, you didn’t. I don’t know why I’m doing this.” I wiped my eyes again and complained, “Why won’t they stop?”
He frowned and helped me move up the bed, covering us with the old sheets and the new blanket. I curled myself up against his side and used his shoulder for a pillow, just like that first night in Nevada Ashes. But this time, I was in bed with my mate and, while I hadn’t had a hand in picking him, I wondered if my impromptu prayer to the Lady had brought him back into my life. Certainly, he wasn’t an ordinary alpha. I liked that; I was happy he was different. I was different too, and maybe that was why the Lady had brought us together, so our differences could be mated.
It took a while for the tears to stop, and I know it distressed him, but he made himself an oak for me to build a den beneath, something safe and solid while I put myself back together again.
“Better now?” he asked when it seemed the bouts of sobbing had finally ended.
“Yeah. Sorry.”
