Page 45 of Love That Sass

Yes, she had to agree. He was good, and he was her mate. Earnest green eyes glittered down at her, hands hovering but not touching, as Weylin waited for every last tingle and ache to fade from her shivering skin. But Gwen wasn’t as patient as him.

The second she could move on her own, she was reaching for him, crawling into his lap as she placed a thousand kisses on his skin and sighed against him. Love like she never even knew was possible filled her to the brim.

“Was this how you felt all along? Was it just like this?” she asked, eyes wide with wonder as she cupped his face and kissed him with everything she had.

“Yes, and no. I’m not as brave as you, fierce, bold, sassy thing that you are, my Gwendolyn. I was afraid to even think the word I can hear from you. Fuck, it’s filling my head, and it is so damn beautiful,” he whispered, holding her face and kissing her hard. “Love you so much, Gwen. Love you, my mate. My fated for me and only me, mate,” he growled.

“I love you, too, Weylin. So damn much I can’t breathe without saying it. It’s like nothing I ever felt,” she whispered in awe of this wonderful man who’d given her so many incredible gifts.

“I will spend the rest of my life making sure you never feel even a moment’s regret,” he growled.

“Let’s start now,” she said, moving her hips against him, loving the way his body reacted so readily to hers.

Weylin’s eyes glittered with his Wolf, and she felt hers rear up to meet him through her stare. Oh, she loved his beast, loved the man, too, and was desperate to show him. Gwendolyn was still new to the physical side of loving, but it was fun with him. He made it all seem easy as breathing.

“That’s it, baby. Take me. Take all of me,” he growled and positioned her over his ready cock.

Her head fell back, hair a hopeless tangle, but Gwendolyn was beyond caring as he filled her with his hardened length. The man really was a god, she mused as he lifted her and pulled her down again, filling her to the hilt until they were both panting, desperate with the need to come.

He was turning her into lava from the inside out. Creating wildfires with every touch and brush of his skin against hers. Gwendolyn gasped, digging her fingers into his wide shoulders and arching her back. Weylin roared a little then, flipping them over so that she was flat on the bed of moss he’d somehow found for them.

She mewled, needing him to move again, but he sat there, buried deep and staring at her, running his hands over her body from her neck, over her breasts and soft belly, to strum that tiny nubbin peeking through her curls. Gwen hissed, and he growled his reply, flexing his hips and sliding that deliciously long cock in and out, all the while flicking his thumb over her nubbin.

Pleasure danced along her skin, anticipation of what was to come,mainly her, sizzled up her spine. Yes, yes, yes. She loved what he was doing. Every sound of his body sliding out of hers. Every welcoming slap of skin against skin as he pushed back in. Each breath, grunt, groan, whimper, and sigh. She loved all of it. All of him.

“More, please,” she begged, and her mate did not make her beg again.

Though, to be honest, Gwendolyn would not have minded. His dick was heavy and hard, wet with her pleasure as he pumped, pumped, pumped, bringing them higher and higher until she thought she would burst with it. She loved the feral expression on his face, the fierce glint in his eye as he grabbed her hip with one hand, stroking her clit faster with the other.

“Come for me, mate. Now,” Weylin growled, more Wolf than man.

Gwen was already there. But with his command, her body broke apart. Flying into the sun, that was what it felt like. Her orgasm shot through her with all the heat and power of that enormous star, creating a gravity field all of its own, pulling Gwendolyn and Weylin right into orbit.

Weylin’s body spasmed jerkily as he rode out his orgasm with her, dragging hers out in the process until she was too weak to move. He slumped over her, careful not to crush her with his tremendous size, though she would have welcomed his weight. Instead, he curled on his side and pulled her back, cuddling her close.

“Mine,” he murmured, still trying to catch his breath as he kissed her shoulder and her neck, sniffing deeply where they met.

“So, do I smell weird now?” she asked, only now processing some of her newfound powers, which included one hell of a sniffer.

“Not weird. Good. You always smell good, Gwen. Like strawberries. But now you smell like me, too,” Weylin told her.

She could hear the smile in his voice as he said, and something animalistic inside her approved of his possessive snarl. Gwen smiled contentedly, realizing she was a tad bit psycho,er, proprietorial herself. Her eyes grew heavy, and her breathing slowed as she found peace beside her mate. The steady beat of his heart soothed her nerves, and she dozed off in no time.

“Come on, baby. Let’s get you home,” he said, after what seemed like minutes.

Gwendolyn sat up, realizing she was off the ground already and in Weylin’s strong arms. The evening had turned to full on night sometime after she had closed her eyes, and she yawned, glancing up at the full moon smiling down on them.

“Mm. I am pretty heavy, you know. You sure you got me, mate?” she asked, rubbing his shoulders and kissing his neck.

“I got you, Gwendolyn. Always,” Weylin growled, slapping a kiss across her lips and carrying her home.

Home. That sounded nice to her ears, and she smiled, knowing Weylin was her real home. The Fates had brought them together, and Gwendolyn had never felt so whole before. It was going to be some adjustment from what she was then and what she was now, but with Weylin, and the Pack, she was confident it would be okay.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, love?” she asked Weylin, noting the Cheshire cat grin that seemed stuck on his face.

“I was just thinking, you know you have to marry me now, right?”

“What?”

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