But wasn’t it?
If this moment was any indication, I’d say we were becoming one entity.
His grip on my hips was so tight I knew I would bruise, but honestly, I just didn’t care. I was too hyped up, every inch of my skin electrified. There was magic in our passion. I felt it. My skin tingled from it. My pulse raced because of it.
And dear God, his cock felt much larger than before. How was that possible?
As the sound of skin slapping against skin permeated my eardrums, I stared straight ahead. We were both dripping with perspiration and it was impossible to keep from clawing the bed.
His growls were deep and guttural, floating around the room like some intense piece of music. The mischievous side of me wished there was a camera in the room. That would be a picture for the fans and my parents.
Every stroke was rougher than the one before until the brutal pounding was wild and completely unhinged.
Seeing stars, as his cock continued to expand, my breath was stripped away. Yet I didn’t care. I craved more. I bucked hard, meeting every pounding thrust and in those next few seconds, I was certain I would die of pleasure.
Something happened that brought a trickle of fear. His cock was swelling. There was no doubt about what was happening.
I was no dummy. I’d read my share of kinky books, the kind that some people would hide under the covers, never admitting to reading.
Knotting was a real thing.
Knotting equaled mating.
I wasn’t losing my mind.
Or if I was, what an incredible way to go.
There was pressure unlike anything I’d ever felt. I was full, so much so my moans were strangled. He slowed his rhythm yet filled me completely.
Now, as we rocked together, I only wished that I could look him and his wolf in the eyes.
Maybe the next time.
His body tensed, another growl setting the tone. And in the next few seconds, my pussy was filled completely and there was no doubt about the moment he erupted deep inside. He collapsed over me, holding me in place as he nuzzled his face into my ear.
When I felt his teeth grazing across the skin on my neck, I shuddered in his hold. “A love bite?”
“Just marking what belongs to me.”
“So how long does this last?”
He chuckled as if asking him was strange. “A few minutes. Just relax.”
There was something entirely wicked and wonderful about mating a wolf. But he hadn’t lied. In about fifteen minutes, his cock deflated and I was sad. Actually sad. How was that even possible?
When he disengaged, I hung my head, but I refused to beg for more. At least not yet.
“Stay right there,” he said in a far more dominating voice than before.
“What if I don’t?”
He laughed as he crawled off the bed. “Oh, you’ll learn. Youwillfollow my rules.”
I threw my head over my shoulder, giving him ‘the look.’ “If you think you’re going to control me, you’re dead wrong.”
The grin on his face brought out his dimples. One of his best features. “Like I said. We shall see. Stay there.”
Toying with him felt just as freeing as the wild sex. Maybe I was sowing my wild oats a little late or maybe I was taking the fiancée bit a little seriously.
