“I’ve never been so sure of anything.”
He leans forward and presses his lips against mine. It’s gentle, soft, and slow. I love the way his mouth feels warm and wet against mine, and I just can’t get enough of it.
I wrap my arms around his neck and yank him down onto the bed with me. Both of us laugh as he lands on top of me, and I don’t waste a moment prying the shirt off his head.
My hands crash into his body, tracing the hard lines of his muscles as I feel his skin prickling around me. Before I know it, my hands are on the buttons of his pants, and they’re undone, his cock already hard and grazing against me.
“You really do react strongly to talk of mating,” I say with a smirk.
He pulls the pajama bottoms I’m wearing down, and I feel cool air between my legs. “Trust me, I can smell that you do too.”
His hand falls between my legs again. I lean my head back and savor the way his finger brushes against my clit. “Oh God, that’s good,” I moan.
Feeling him touch me is such a relief. I’ve been going crazy all day with him gone, thinking about this, about being with him. I realize I never want to be away from him. Being more than ten feet apart feels like I’m going to go mad.
Zeke pulls my T-shirt off and tosses it aside. He moves his mouth down my body, kissing his way down my neck to meet my breasts. His lips wrap around the swollen pink flesh, and he pulls my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.
My fingers lace through his hair, holding him against me. His finger continues moving against my clit, and I feel like I’m going to lose myself entirely in this.
I push his jeans and underwear down as far as I can, groaning when his hot, bare skin meets mine. I move my legs to wrap them around his waist, centering him between my legs, where I desperately need him to be.
The tip of his cock hovers outside me, grazing against my folds.
“Your pussy is so fucking wet for me,” Zeke whispers as he pulls his mouth from my breast and looks down at my body. He licks his lip and lets his hands trail from my breasts all the way down to my waist as he sits up on his knees. “You’re so sexy.”
I lie on my back, staring at him between my legs, his cock hard and eager to fill the void inside me. I need it so bad. I spread my legs wider to invite him in and silently urge him on.
“I’ve been thinking about this since the moment I laid eyes on you,” Zeke mutters, grabbing his cock and positioning it. I feel him pressing against my entrance and hold my breath, waiting for him to slide inside me. “Every time I put my finger in you, I wish it were my cock filling instead. You want that, huh?”
“Yes,” I eagerly say, biting my lip.
“Tell me what you want, Addison. Tell me you want my cock to stretch your pussy,” he demands, moving his thumb to my clit and pressing against it gently.
“I want your cock inside me,” I moan, closing my eyes as the tiny jolt of pleasure courses through my veins. “I want to feel you stretching me while you mate me.”
Hearing that, he doesn’t waste another moment. The clawing that I’ve felt for so long, which I now know is my wolf inside me trying to connect, is intense.
Zeke slides an inch inside me, eliciting a loud gasp from me as I feel my walls stretching around him. My wolf howls with satisfaction, but there’s still a desperate yearning that I need to quench.
“More,” I moan, my chest rising and falling.
Zeke watches me as he slides even more of himself inside. I feel how comforting and soothing it is to this part of me that needs something so desperately. I feel full and so intensely pleasurable, like it’s nothing I ever thought it would be.
But still, my wolf is not entirely at ease. I need something more from this, but I don’t know what it is.
When Zeke is fully inside me, he moves slowly, looking down at me as his hips buck against mine. I see the pleasure on his face, confirming that he wants this just as badly as I do.
I feel him inside me, so hot and hard, yet it’s still not enough. I don’t know what to do. The more I think about it, I’m overtaken by an almost animalistic type of urge just to be claimed by him.
“Faster, please,” I moan, reaching for him to lean down so I can kiss him.
Zeke hovers over me, his mouth enveloping mine as his tongue explores every inch of it. I wrap my legs around his waist to drive him deeper inside me, not wanting to miss a single inch of his cock filling me.
He does move faster, thrusting in and out of me with more urgency. I raise my hips to meet him, colliding into him with more force each time. That’s what happens. I feel the intensity growing in my body, and my wolf howls with approval inside.
“Oh God!” I cry out with quiet whimpers as he continues thrusting hard against me.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Zeke groans, not holding back as the bed rocks below us.
