The strong fingers of his other hand wrapped around the base of my jaw, massaging. He pulled me forward and his cock was back, pushing in deep, hitting the back of my mouth. I just barely kept from gagging as his fingers applied pressure, wanting me to relax just there. To release the tension.
I did as he wished and was rewarded with him pushing in deeper. Receding and then deeper still, down into my throat. Faster now, fucking my face.
This should be highly uncomfortable. Much worse than the pump-suck action I usually employed. But gods help me, I fucking loved it. I wanted more of him. All of him.
His tip dripped and I swallowed greedily, holding onto his thighs as he yanked my hair with each thrust. My eyes wateredand I looked up at his face, knowing somehow that he’d get off on it. Not questioning why. Deeper and deeper he went until his balls butted up against my chin.
“Good girl,” he growled, so soft.
The rest of my tension drained away, basking in the glow of his praise—which was alarming because usually I got deeply annoyed and often violent if a man talked to me like I was his pet. Like I needed his approval. But this stranger’s tone held none of that. We were on the same team, each of us striving to give the other what they needed. Those words now, like this, said like that... It was all kinds of hot.
I hollowed my cheeks with suction, loving those little yanks in my hair. I felt his pleasure like it was my own. And then I felt the base of his cock begin to swell. Clearly he was a shifter, a wolf. They were the only magical beings that could form knots, the bases of their dicks enlarging enough to lock them inside of their mates.
My lips butted up against it as he pummeled my mouth and suddenly I needed it inside of me. I craved to be locked with him in a lover’s dance, feeling him pulse, answering with my pleasure.
I pushed his legs with my hands and pulled back against the tight grip he had on my hair. He relented his hold immediately; something that must’ve given him pause. I would’ve been panicked that the job would go unfinished.
I reached up for him, my hands bumping against his body.
He caught my wrists, beginning to lift me up. I pulled, though, trying to bring him down to my level.
He sank to the ground in front of me, his warm breath dusting my face. I ran my hands across his torso, salivating at the mighty pecs. Up to his shoulders— hulking things, incredibly wide. Around to the back of his neck, pulling him to me.
He leaned in slowly, taking his time. I could feel his gaze on me, roaming my face. Settling on my lips. With him I didn’t need detailed sight. I seemed to be connected to him in a strange way, able to anticipate his movements, feel his whereabouts and intentions.
His lips brushed mine, unhurried. Soft, as though we’d been lovers all our adult lives. As though we were reuniting after a long time away, savoring the moment. Deeper now, his lips nibbling, sucking in my bottom lip. I groaned with his taste, drew him closer, nearly crawling up onto him to get closer still.
Our kiss turned urgent. His tongue delved and his hands gripped my butt, lifting me with ease. But my legs were trapped in my trousers. I couldn’t wrap them around his hips.
He spun me so I landed with hands and knees positioned on the dirt. He moved in behind me, slow like a predator, readying to take what was his.
Shivers washed across my body, feeling that heat. More warmth leaked through my chest.
A hot, rough hand grabbed my right hip. My breath sped up. Another hand, at my left hip. His fingers kneaded a little as a knee hit the inside of mine, wanting my legs wider. I complied, the anticipation killing me.
One of his hands disappeared only to have the head of his cock slide up my wet center. His growl sounded possessive as he pressed in, getting him all slick. The blunt tip paused at my opening.
My eyes fluttered closed as my head dropped. It felt like all my nerve endings were sparkling, alive for the first time in my life.
His hand slapped back down on my hip and he thrust.
Lights danced behind my eyes. A searing ache erupted in my core. He wasbig.Larger than I’d ever experienced, stretching me until I whined, panting with the effort of not wiggling away.
He held himself there. “Relax, baby,” he whispered, leaning over me, his chest to my back.
I did as he said, trying to give in to that ache. To release my tension.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice deep and intoxicating. One hand snaked around my body and his fingers touched down on my clit, massaging. “Get used to me. Relax.”
I relaxed further, working on steady breaths.
He started moving, his fingers working, drawing out slowly and pushing back in. The pain receded quickly until all that was left was a slow build of pleasure. I pushed back against his thrusts, feeling that knot against my opening. He lifted my body a little as he leaned, his front still to my back. He thrust faster, hitting me a little deeper. His knot pushed against me, wanting admittance but he held back. His lips pressed against the skin of my shoulder, his teeth just beyond.
I shivered violently, holding my breath. I knew what he was contemplating—to dig his teeth into the place where my neck met my shoulder and apply a special kind of magic. A claiming kind of magic, ruining me for any shifter not strong enough to override his claim with their own.
My body started to shake, knowing I should pull away. I needed to shrug him off. But I couldn’t seem to manage it, instead leaning harder, moaning with the onslaught, wanting his mark. Wanting his knot. His seed.
His movements turned frantic to match my own. His finger rubbed against me. His teeth scraped.
