After a couple of minutes of exploring, I sensed our combined hunger was too great. I pushed her down, driving my legs between hers. The way she was looking at me was incredible, as if acknowledging that we were meant to be together.
And we were.
I hovered over her, both hands placed beside her head. She was undulating on the covers, her long hair splayed out after ripping the ponytail holder away at some point during the chase. She’d never looked so beautiful as she did at this moment. Whether it was the warm glow of light, the sheen of perspiration on her porcelain skin, or the wild look in her eyes, she was magnificent.
And my cock was so hard that the tip was pressed into her stomach. There was no doubt given the wild look in her shimmering eyes that she loved it, crawling her long fingers down my heaving chest, curling them around the base of my dick.
Every sensation a man longed to feel was right there, my body shaking from both tension and a shot of adrenaline. Fucking her was all I could think about, but I was trying to learn patience. You didn’t go into a marriage acting like a Neanderthal, only taking what you wanted. Men had to stroke and finesse their actions, so the woman was also pleased.
And here I’d thought I wasn’t relationship material.
She twisted her hand around the base of my dick, studying my reaction. Her luscious lips had formed a perfect O, the amusement in her eyes far too adorable. I wasn’t going to last long. There was no chance of making this romantic. This was primal, two beasts in heat. She might not grow fur and sharp canines, but she had all the instincts of a female wolf.
Wild and wooly.
She laughed softly as she pumped up and down, her eyes opening wide when she was rewarded with a few pearl beads of pre-cum. Raking her pinky through the opaque string, when she brought her finger to her lips, I watched in sheer awe the way herlong eyelashes floated across her cheeks. She was dazzling when she fucked with me.
And that’s what she was doing. Teasing me to state with no words that she was top dog.
We’d see about that.
As she savored my cum, I was forced to control my wolf. He was also hungrier than normal, likely after being chastised by opposing players who just didn’t understand him. But this was my night and this was my girl and he hadn’t been invited to the party.
“Delicious,” she murmured.
I was losing control.
“And so sweet.”
I couldn’t help but growl.
Which she seemed to like, even giggling as if hearing the gruff sound for the first time.
When she touched me again, running her finger around my cockhead, I couldn’t take it any longer.
My cock knew its way, finding her tight pussy without needing assistance. She jutted her hips up from the bed as soon as the tip was inside, using the shift in direction to drive my shaft in deeper.
“Be careful, bad bunny. You’re playing with fire.”
“You mean I’m playing with a wolf.” For the first time, it seemed she didn’t hate the idea.
That opened the floodgates and I thrust the remainder of my cock inside.
She jerked up, her moans filling the room, every touch of her skin igniting something dark and dangerous inside. I loved every second of it, especially with the way her eyes remained half closed.
As soon as I pulled out, she whimpered, reaching for me. With both her hands on my shoulders, it would seem she wasn’t taking no for an answer. She even placed emphasis on her desires by digging her nails into my skin. As if pain bothered me any longer.
Together, this was the moment when the mating truly began. It was all about knotting her before filling her with my seed. I could feel the shift in my cock, the fullness that tingled the thin stretch of skin surrounding my dick.
While I wasn’t immune to the desire to let it all hang out, I’d been trained from entering puberty what knotting meant. It was a big no-no unless I wanted a household full of pups.
Which up to this point I had not.
But now? Well, what would be wrong with a few rugrats running around?
I threw my head back, driving the last few inches inside. My God, her pussy was so hot, her muscles clamping down like a tight vise. I was a complete goner, losing all sense of control.
Why did I have a feeling Christine could sense my dire condition and was prepared to use it against me?
