Page 56 of Entangled in the Woods
I could tell he was concentrating on not exploding too quickly. I felt powerful being able to make Everett feel this way. It was incredible that my body could make a man lose control like this. Maybe this was what all mates were like. If it was, I was ready for him to mark me immediately. I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts, and he growled with pleasure.
“Mate, you’re going to come with me.” He said it in his alpha voice, and I nearly came apart.
Mate.I was his mate, and he was mine. If the mating bond was the reason for all the tension between us, I felt happy that I had discovered how I could release it.
His fingers slid between us and found the sensitive nub between my legs. The muscle memory Everett had was impressive. He remembered exactly what to do to send me over the edge.
My back arched, my body meeting his thrusts that had become uninhabited. I saw stars as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I might’ve been screaming? My hearing was momentarily inoperative.
Everett lost all sense of control and grabbed the top of the headboard with both hands, pounding himself into me until he found his release. A loud cracking noise filled the room, and I yelped as he pounded my body deep into the mattress that had abruptly sunken down several inches. His cock continued to pulse inside me as he carefully laid himself on top of me, moving his hands from the headboard back to the bed.
His head nuzzled between my neck and shoulder, teasingly dragging his fangs against my skin. I shuddered at the sensation.
Everett’s voice mumbled against my neck. “Don’t tell me you’re ready to go again, Lyka. I don’t know how much more of you I can handle tonight.”
“I’m nothing but fully satisfied,” I said. I couldn’t help but smirk as I used his words from earlier.
Chuckling, Everett lay his body next to mine. “Good night, mate.”
He wrapped a muscular arm around me and pulled me next to him so my back was flush with his front. I snuggled in against his warm skin.
The words felt unfamiliar against my lips the first time I said them: “Good night, mate.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
The sunlight hit my eyelids,casting a yellow glow beneath my closed eyes. My body was warm and covered. During the night, I had rolled into a divot in the middle of the mattress created by Everett’s large body, and now I found myself cocooned between the wall of the mattress hollow and his warm chest. My muscles had never felt so relaxed. My brain had never been so relaxed. I wanted nothing more than to live forever in this state of meditation.
Breathing in the clean scent of outside air that seemed to radiate from Everett’s chest almost sent me back into a deep slumber, had it not been for his arm pulling my waist closer to his. His hard erection pushed against my lower back, ready even after how busy it had been last night. I pushed back against it, sighing.
“See what my mate does to me?” Everett asked. He bent his head down to nuzzle my neck. “You make me insatiable.”
I felt light kisses from Everett’s soft lips make a line from my shoulder and up my neck to my ear. My head turned to face his, and I planted my own lips on to his. “How’d you sleep?”
The question was rhetorical, but I was genuinely curious. Personally, I had slept like a rock. It had probably been thedeepest sleep I had in several years. Maybe it was the release of all the sexual tension that had been building between us, but I had slept great. I couldn’t imagine Everett could say the same. My small bed at the cabin barely fit his hulking frame. I could only guess, due to the deep depression in the middle of the mattress, that we probably had broken the bed.
“I’m fully rested, Lyka.” Everett pushed his pelvis into my back again to make a point. His morning erection pushed against my spine.
I tried to turn my body around to face him, but I found myself stuck in the bed, unable to move. It ended up being more of a full body wiggle than any rotation.
“Keep moving like that and I’ll have you right here and now,” he said.
My body froze at his threat. I was sore from last night, not used to a man of Everett’s size, but the sore feeling wasn’t a bad one. I rubbed my thighs together to test it, and the movement made me pulse between my legs. The soreness felt like a reward from the exertion of last night. I couldn’t help it; my body was ready for him again.
“I can sense your desire, Elise. Didn’t I tell you that would happen?” Larger than me, Everett could climb out of the mattress pit. I squeaked as my body rolled fully into the depression in his absence. Trapped in the mattress, the alpha easily found his way on top of me. “This bed might not make it through round three, but don’t worry—mine at the pack house is much stronger and much bigger. Next time, when I have you on my bed, I will not be so gentle,” he promised.
Gentle? Thinking back to last night and the current, sore state of my nether regions, I was curious what Everett was like when he wasroughin bed.
“We’ve completed half of the mating process.” Kneeling above me, Everett spread my legs apart with his hands, growlingdeeply at what he found between them. “I can feel you now.” He palmed his cock in his hand and guided it to my entrance and inserted slowly. “Not just here…” I hissed at the feeling of him stretching me. There was pain, a dull pain that served as a reminder of the previous night. “But your emotions. I can feel everything.” Everett paused. “Am I hurting you?”
“I’m just sore. I’m not used to someone of your…size,” I said.
“It’ll get better with time. It seems like we both have some things we need to get used to,” he said through clenched teeth. “I told you I need more practice with you. Your tight walls do nothing but milk me. We both need to build up our tolerances to each other.”
He pulled out and slowly thrust back in. The pain was less this time as my body adjusted. “Are you okay?” he asked gingerly, taking the time to brush a piece of hair off my face.
Smiling up at his concerned face, I crooned, “Practice makes perfect.” It was all the permission he needed before he began steadily thrusting into me. Although longer than last night, it wasn’t long before Everett began breathing heavily and whispering my name against my neck. I could feel him pulsing inside of me, filling me for the third time in the last twenty-four hours. These shifters were persistent.
“I’m improving, Lyka. I wasn’t joking when I told you I need you every day,” Everett said. “You’re like a drug. I can only take so much of you, but slowly I’ll build my tolerance to your tight walls, and soon I’ll fuck you all night and day.”
