Page 52 of Feral Attraction
“Do all matings work out?”
He fisted his hands.“No.They don’t.”
“What happens?”
“If the female moves during the bonding, the wolf turns feral.He demands complete submission.So will I.”
She stared.“You won’t hurt me, Con.”
“How do you know?”he growled.
“Because you love me.”
No more talk.His patience wore out.Con charged toward her, grabbing her and tossing her onto the bed.“On your fucking hands and knees.”
“You love me.You won’t hurt me.”
He wondered if she was reassuring him or herself.“He needs you now.I need you.”
With trembling legs, she crawled into position, glancing over her shoulder at Con.
He combed his fingers through his hair, his amber eyes wild as he got behind her on his knees.Without any foreplay, he spread her thighs, fisted his cock, and rammed inside with a loud grunt.
She screamed.Damn.That hurt.But he held still until she relaxed and stretched to accommodate him.
He squeezed the muscle between her neck and shoulder.“Do not move when I bite.No matter what.It triggers the wolf.”
Con inched in and out until she moaned with pleasure, loving the slide of him.The fullness.The friction.The possession.
His hands slapped to her hips, and he dug his fingers in.She’d have bruises there.
Con pulled out.Pushed in.Again and again.Always harder.Always faster.Always deeper.
Rey’s head fell to the mattress as her arms gave way against his assault.She wouldn’t last.“Con.I’m coming.”Heat crawled from her toes to her thighs.Then she felt his lips at her neck, and she sensed his beast waiting.He bit.“Oh, Con.I’m ...I’m...”
When he marked her, when his teeth pierced her skin, bright lights flashed in her mind.Stars spread through her body as she exploded.“Yes.Yes.”
Con held on, and she didn’t move.She couldn’t.
He jacked in and out of her until his warm seed filled her.Only then did she sense the satisfied beast retreat, leaving them alone.Con loosened his tight grip, but his groin continued to press to her ass for what seemed like a long time.When he rolled off, she collapsed to her stomach.They remained still.
She was almost asleep when Con pulled her on top of him.He captured her face between his palms and smiled, his eyes hooded and cloudy.“Mate.”
“Mate,” she said, barely a whisper.
He studied her, finally speaking, his voice low, mellow, brimming with emotion.“I wasn’t looking for you, Rey.You were a surprise.But now that I have you, even the rest of our lives together will not be enough.I will love you into the Evermore and beyond.”
With his declarations, Con’s muscles relaxed, his breathing steadied, and his tense jaw loosened.His wild wolf may never be tamed, but for the time being, Rey thought he was at peace.
Tears stung her eyes.He was everything she’d never dreamed of.How could she?How could she have imagined someone like him?He was wild, untamed, but he was smart and playful and loving.He was Con.He was hers.Forever.
The End
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