This.
This had been the reason why I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
When a female went into heat, her partner usually knew days before she did, especially if she wasn’t paying attention. That was much more common in mates, but if my wolf had decided he should be the one to take care of her, he would ride me until I acted. None of that mattered anymore.
I was standing right next to her when she catapulted into her magical needing, and even if I hadn’t spent the last week trailing after her like a love-sick puppy, I wouldn’t have been able to escape it. Her sweet citrus smell ensnared me, and I was powerless to fight against it. The thought of anyone else, literally anyone, being here to see her like this infuriated my animal side. The way my instincts pushed my internal possessive buttons should have been terrifying. It wasn’t.
“Fen,” she cried, arching her back off the mattress. “Please.”
I stood and started to climb on top of her, but another blast shot out of her body, freezing me midair. I couldn’t move against the weight of its tremendous force, an invisible shield that hovered my body over hers, locking me in place. I grit my teeth against the intensity and relished the taste of her pheromones sliding down my throat as I inhaled. It roped me under its spell, and I, ever the greedy son of a bitch, let myself drown in it.
I’d never helped anyone through their heat. I’d never wanted to. After my parents died during a raid by a rival MC, I’d been left in charge of raising my little sister. That made me swear off becoming a parent until I was mated, and I’d never been serious enough about anyone to let myself consider who that might be.
But watching Wyn’s beautiful body contort with anguish shifted something inside. Maybe it was just the hormones, maybe it was how deeply I knew her, but the thought of watching her belly grow with my pup, knowing I marked her completely inside and out, nearly had me coming in my pants.
When the shockwave subsided, I put my hands out to catch my fall so I didn’t crush her.
“Oh Gods,” she whimpered. “It hurts. It hurts so bad.”
“I know, sweetheart.” I leaned down to pepper tiny kisses on her jaw and cheeks. The thick scent of her arousal hit me, making me dizzy and miserable with lust, and I ached to get my head between her legs. I wanted to lap it up. I wanted to bury my nose in her cunt until she drenched my face with it. But…one step at a time. “Let me help you out of this dress, huh? Where’s the zipper?”
She rolled under me to expose her back, and I sat up to slide the metal down. Her soft skin made my mouth water, and my fangs extended, throbbing with the need to dig into her shoulder. To mark. To claim.
Fuck.
This was worse than I ever could have imagined. It was a good thing I’d never done this before. I didn’t know how shifters could go through this with someone and come out the other side unchanged. Even if she didn’t want me after this was over, even if she wanted to go back to the way things were, I wouldn’t be able to resist her. I’d offer myself up for the slaughter every time this happened. She wouldn’t have to put herself under ever again. I’d prostrate myself on the altar of her incredible mind and soul if it meant she’d use me instead.
“Arms up,” I said. She complied, and once I had the dress off her, I shucked it aside and went to work on her tights, smoothing them down her legs and off her feet. She lay on my mattress, wearing nothing but her silky black bra and panties, and I took a moment to memorize every detail. Her thick brown curls splayed around her head like a halo, amplifying the amber glow in her eyes. Her full, pouty lips gave way to a delicate neck just begging to be sucked and worshipped. Her breasts rounded out of the top of that soft fabric, and I wanted to bite them, too. The slope of her belly curved into her hips, hinting at the delicious flesh hidden behind black lace, and I licked my lips at the thought of finally getting them off.
“Gods, you’re beautiful.” The words tripped over my tongue before I could stop them.
She pushed up on her elbows and stared at me, the wolf dancing behind her eyes, all traces of the person I knew as Wyn gone.
“Stop stalling, Fenris,” she snarled. “Fill me up, or I’ll find someone else who will.”
My brain short-circuited. I blinked as her demand landed in my balls with a hard jerk. Most of the females I brought back to my room were all too eager to let me take the lead. No one spoke to me like this. And fuck…I loved it.
“Yes, m’am,” I finally uttered, reaching behind my head to rip off my shirt as she reached for my belt with talented fingers, ripping the leather through my pants loops with a quick shoosh. I stood to kick off my shoes and shuck my trousers down to my ankles, stepping out of them before doing the same to my boxers.
My cock jutted out in front of me, and I gripped the tip to keep it from leaking all over the place. She reached behind her back to unhook her bra and slid it down her arms, and when she reached for her underwear, I grabbed her wrists to stop her.
“No,” I snarled, and pushed her hands away. “Let me.”
She huffed and lifted her hips as I tucked my fingers under the waistband and gingerly pulled them down her legs.
Fuucckk.
She was already so wet, and the electrifying bouquet of her scent intensified, plunging me deeper into a trance. I could feast on her for eons. I would live on my knees to serve her as long as she’d let me.
I roamed up her inner thighs, opening her to me so I could lean down and inhale her deeper, relishing every delicious note, every minute detail that made her her.
“Wyn…” I sputtered, barely able to form the syllables, my hands shaking, my nerves rattling deep inside me.
She tunneled her fingers through my hair, fisted a handful at the crown of my head, and tugged my face to her cunt.
Gods damn.
I was the dominant here. I was supposed to be the one in control. But when she forced me to her, I grunted with a sick, delighted pleasure. My cock wept, and my knot throbbed. My balls tightened. My fangs ached. But I was a man of my word, and I speared my tongue through her, lapping up her delectable slick. I kissed her pussy like a reverent devotee, like I’d never eaten cunt before and had just discovered the secret to happiness. I sucked her clit and relished the way her head fell back on her shoulders. She tightened her grip on my hair and rocked her hips against my face, urging me on.
