“Once, when I was very young. Barely eighteen. A foolish decision made with a female I did not care for.” Pain flashed across his face. “I regret it deeply. I wish I had waited. Wish I had saved myself for you, as you have saved yourself for me.”
I reached up and touched his face. “You didn’t know I existed.”
“My soul and wolf knew. We were waiting, even if I did not understand what for.” He turned his head and kissed my palm. “But now I have you. And I will spend the rest of my existence making sure you never regret choosing me.”
He kissed me then. Slow and deep, his tongue pushing into my mouth, tasting like me still from earlier. His hands slid over my body, tracing my sides, my hips, squeezing my ass a little. He undressed me bit by bit, pulling off my shirt first, ripping my bra off, kissing the spot where the strap had been. When he got to my pants, he tugged them down slow, along with my underwear, his fingers brushing my thighs.
When I was bare before him, he pulled back to look at me. His gaze was hungry but also awed.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he murmured.
I reached for him, needing to feel him too. My hands shook a bit as I yanked at his shirt, pulling it over his head. He kicked off his shoes, then shoved his pants down, his cock springing free. He was stone-hard, thicker than he’d been when I touched him through the blanked, and his tip was already leaking pre-cum. It bobbed in front of me, veins standing out along the shaft, and I couldn’t look away. My mouth went dry, but I wanted to touch it, to feel how hot and heavy it was.
I wrapped my hand around the base, my fingers barely meeting. He was so thick, the skin velvety over the hardness underneath. I stroked up slow, thumb brushing over the head, smearing that slick drop around. Mal groaned, his hips twitching forward a little.
“Careful, little mate,” he said, voice rough. “Your hand feels too good on my cock. If you keep that up, I might not last long enough to be inside you.”
When had he started talking dirty like that? I kind of loved it.
I didn’t stop. I pumped him a few times, feeling him throb in my grip, the way his breath hitched. It turned me on, seeing how much he wanted me, how my touch affected him. I squeezed a bit tighter on the downstroke, watching his face tighten with pleasure.
“Wen,” he warned, but there was a grin in his voice. “You are playing with fire. I want to bend you over and fuck that pretty mouth of yours right now.”
“Oh my god,” I whimpered, squeezing my thighs together. “Who even taught you to say those words?”
“You like them?” He lifted an eyebrow, smirking, “I told you I had been taking notes from those books. If you like it, I will continue speaking dirty, little mate.”
Shit. “Um,” I breathed, “Yes, I like it. Very much.”
I let go before he came, not wanting to push him over the edge yet. We pressed together, skin on skin, his chest hot against mine, that hard length digging into my hip. It made my stomach flip, heat pooling low again.
“Tell me if anything hurts,” he said, his voice strained with control. “Tell me if you need me to stop or slow down. This is about you, little mate. Your pleasure and comfort.”
His hands were everywhere, stroking my arms, cupping my breasts, thumbs rubbing over my nipples until they peaked. His mouth followed, lips on my neck, sucking lightly, then down to my collarbone, nipping the skin. Lower still, he kissed my stomach, his breath hot. When his fingers slid between my legs, finding my pussy still slick and swollen from before, I gasped, hips jerking.
“Still so wet for me,” he growled, fingers circling my entrance. “So ready. I want to bury my cock in this tight little hole and fuck you until you’re screaming.”
Shit.He pushed one finger in, then two, stretching me slow. It felt good, the pressure building as he curled them inside, rubbing that spot that made my toes curl. He whispered in my ear the whole time, mixing those book lines with his own words.
“You feel exquisite, little mate. So tight around my fingers. I cannot wait to fill you with my cock.”
“I want to taste every inch of you again. Want to fuck you raw until you forget your own name.”
“You are precious beyond measure. I will cherish you always.”
The mix hit me hard, made my face heat up, but also made me wetter, aching for him. I gripped his shoulders, nails digging in.
“Mal, please... I need you inside me.”
He pulled his fingers out, and I felt empty for a second. Then he settled between my thighs, the head of his cock nudging my entrance. I was shaking, nerves mixing with want.
“Look at me,” he commanded. “I want to see your eyes when I claim you.”
I looked up, locking on his gaze. He pushed in slow, inch by inch. It burned at first, the stretch intense since it had been a while, but his eyes held mine, steady.
“Breathe, little mate. Breathe through it. That’s my good girl - take my cock nice and slow.”
I breathed deep, and the pain eased into this full, heavy feeling, like he fit exactly. When he bottomed out, balls against my ass, he groaned.
