Afuture.
Zoey leaned down and kissed the first scar lightly. It was just below his collarbone. Rafe made an inhuman sound that she recognized as his wolf’s pain, like at the river, and she steeled herself for him to push her away. Instead, his grip on her tightened. She continued, kissing down his chest, replacing the pain of the scars with what she hoped was comfort. When she got low enough that she couldn’t comfortably bend any further she slid off his lap to kneel at his feet on thefloor.
“Zoey.” Rafe growled and when she glanced up she saw the gold of his wolf in hiseyes.
“Let me.” She whispered, ignoring the warning in his eyes as she kissed another scar and moved her hands to work open hisjeans.
Rafe was panting now. Petting and stroking her hair. But he still didn’t push her away when she ripped open his button and unzipped him. His cock sprang free as she pushed the material aside and her core clenched withneed.
He was big, but of course he was. She knew that already. He was superhuman after all. Part man and part beast. And she’d been made for him, her body had taken him, welcomed him, and wanted him again so badly she could feel the wetness on the inside of herthighs.
But first, she wrapped her hand around the thick base of his shaft and basked in the sound he made. Half growl half groan. She stroked him slowly, root to tip, and when a bead of moisture gathered at the fat head she couldn’t resist leaning forward and lapping it up with hertongue.
Rafe cursed and his hands went to her hair, fisting so tight it stung, but it only made her pulse pound and her clit throb. She licked him again, and again, and he let her so she sucked him into her mouth and took him as deep as she dared. Another round of cursing and then his hips were bucking beneath her, driving his length into her mouth while his hands held her head still to takehim.
It was bliss. Pleasure. Untold ecstasy. To know that she could make this strong, powerful man come apart. Lose control. Want her this much. She had to clench her thighs together to keep from coming as he groaned her name like aprayer.
She knew the female shifters in the pack didn’t like this act. They talked about it. Freely. Their wolves considered it subjugation to be put on their knees. Even the submissive wolves only did so once they’d established their position with theirmate.
But Zoey loved it. Loved this. Loved that Rafe lost control when she touched him like this. Loved the taste of him, the sounds he made. And she also knew by the end of the night she would be getting a wolf of her own so this might be her only chance before her wolf tried to assert dominance and refused tokneel.
Rafe’s hips stuttered and Zoey clutched at his hips. He was close. She could feel it through the connection. He was desperately trying to regain control though and she knew before he pulled out of her mouth that he wasn’t about to let the night end before it even gotstarted.
With a growl, he hauled her up and then tossed her onto the mattress. He loomed over her before she settled. He pinned her arms above her head, notched himself between her thighs and kissed the living hell out ofher.
Zoey moaned and tried to pull him closer. She needed closer. Needed more of his skin on hers. Needed his scent all over her. In her. She needed him to come in her again. Wanted to feel him deep inside her. But no matter how she wiggled and bounced she couldn’t get him where she wanted him and it only made her moredesperate.
Apparently, she liked controlling alpha males. Which was good. Because that’s exactly what she’dgotten.
Rafe broke the kiss with a groan, “I can taste myself on your tongue. Me and you. Intertwined. It’s fuckingperfection.”
He kissed her again and her eyes rolled back into her head. He sucked on her tongue and she whimpered. He teased and played, swirling and swiping and owning her mouth until they were both long overdue for breath and they broke apartpanting.
“Fuck, love the way we taste.” He groaned as he trailed kisses down her neck and nipped at her ear, “Maybe I’ll eat you up after I come inside you. Taste you there once you’re full of me. Would you likethat?”
The words pouring out of his mouth were filthy and sexy as hell. Zoey moaned and whimpered. She was incoherent with need now, just like in the woods. Only this time there was no blaming the heat, it was just the two of them. They were this goodtogether.
“Rafe, please…” She begged as she struggled to free herarms.
“What do you want, baby? Tell me and I’ll give you theworld.”
“You. I want you. All of you.” She panted as he shifted his weight, holding her down with one hand as the other slipped between her thighs to tease her, “Do it. Please. Make meyours.”
“You already are.” He growled and she watched through slitted eyes as he sucked on the fingers he’d been teasing her with, “This ismine.”
“Yes.”
His eyes flashed gold and his nails elongated and when he growled, it was almost pure wolf, with Rafe’s voice just beneath, “Don’t want to hurtyou.”
“Youwon’t.”
He was positioned to take her. She could feel him at her entrance. And when he paused, those gold eyes on her, she could see his teeth too were longer. He wasn’t going to shift but his wolf was there, with them this time. And he wanted to biteher.
“Do it.” She insisted desperately, “Your wolf needs his mate and I need to belongsomewhere.”
“You do belong. With me. You’re mine.” He all but snarled as he drove inside her and she screamed his name in pleasure as her body pulsed aroundhim.
Heaven. This man was hers. Being with him was a gift. She didn’t know if it would always be like this between them. If it was the heat waning or the full moon rising or if it was just the bond, that they were mates. But she had never felt like this before, like she was right where she was supposed tobe.
“Rafe!” She cried out as he plunged in and out of her, fast and then faster still. “So close, so close, so... Now. Do itnow.”
Her climax hit her like a lightning bolt and a moment later she felt the sharp plunge of teeth in her neck. She screamed at the mix of pleasure and pain. She was electrified, everything inside of her felt as if she’d suddenly grabbed hold of a livewire.
Somewhere in the haze, she could hear Rafe say her name. Hear him tell her to hold onto him. That it was all going to be okay. But as the pleasure of her climax ebbed and the full brunt of the bite took control, she realized there was a reason nobody in the pack ever talked about the matingbite.
It was because it wasn’t heaven but pure and absolutehell.