I stood up and stripped, watching her eyes track the process and seeing them widen slightly when my cock sprang free, already thick and hard and aching to be thrust deep into her core.
She stared at it, standing rigid and heavy between us, her face filled with a combination of apprehension and hunger that made me want to pin her to the mattress and not let her up until morning.
Climbing back onto the bed and leaning over her, I planted my hands on either side of her head and my knees between her spread thighs. The head of my cock dragged across her slick folds as I lowered myself, and she whimpered, her hips lifting involuntarily toward the contact.
“This might have been gentle,” I said, holding myself just outside her entrance. She could feel me there, I knew, a promise and a warning. “If you hadn’t been such a disobedient little mate.”
Her eyes found mine. Wide, dark, full of a mix of need and trepidation.
“Silas—” she started.
I pushed inside her.
Not all at once. Inch by inch. Slow enough that she felt every fraction of the stretch, the gradual claiming of what belonged tome and had always belonged to me, her body opening around my cock with reluctant, exquisite tightness.
Her mouth fell open, but no sound came out. Her hands flew to my forearms and gripped, nails biting into muscle. I watched her face as I bottomed out inside her and held still, her pussy clenching around me in a series of involuntary contractions as her body demanded my seed.
“Please—” Her voice was wrecked already, raw and breathy and stripped of composure.
“Please what?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes you do.” I pulled back until just the head of my cock remained inside her, held there for a moment that lasted long enough for her to feel the absence, and then drove forward in a single, claiming thrust that punched the air from her lungs.
She cried out, raw and unfiltered and loud enough that it bounced off the adobe walls and came back to us.
I set a steady pace. Not the frantic, desperate rutting from the cabin or the punishing rhythm at Dana’s apartment. This was slower, deeper, each thrust a full withdrawal and a complete return. I wanted her to feel every inch. I wanted her to feel the exact moment I entered her and the exact moment I pulled back and the emptiness between one and the next.
“You ran from me twice.” I drove into her harder and she gasped, her back arching, her nails scoring lines down my forearms. “Two times I hunted you. Two times I found you.” Another thrust, this one hitting her cervix, and she keened. “There won’t be a third.”
“I’m sorry—” She was panting, her hips moving in counterpoint to mine now, meeting each thrust with a roll of her pelvis that took me impossibly deeper. “I won’t run again.”
“I know you won’t.” I shifted my angle, hitching her left leg higher around my waist, the change in position opening her in a way that made us both groan. “Because after tonight, you’ll have my pup in your belly and my bond in your blood, and your wolf will know exactly where she belongs.”
Her pussy clenched so hard my vision narrowed. I felt the orgasm building in her, the tell-tale rhythmic fluttering of her inner walls, the way her breathing went ragged and uneven, the flush climbing from her chest to her throat.
I pulled back.
She made a sound of such desperate, bereft protest that my cock actually jerked in response.
“Turn over.”
She stared up at me, glassy-eyed and trembling, and for a moment I thought she might not obey. Then she rolled, slowly, presenting the long line of her back and the curve of her ass.
I gripped her hips and hauled them up. She rose to her hands and knees, her hair falling forward over her shoulders, her spine dipping in the arch that left no doubt her body knew its mate.
“Spread your knees wider.”
She did. The position put her on display in a way that made my cock pulse. Her pussy was swollen and slick and slightly parted, the tight ring of her bottom hole on full view, the flushed inner skin of her thighs glistening. I ran both hands over the curves ofher ass, feeling the residual warmth, the silken skin, the way her muscles tensed and released under my palms.
Then I lined myself up and sank back into her, and the sound she made was so raw and honest it belonged to the wolf she didn’t know how to be yet.
I fucked her deep.
Grinding rather than thrusting at first, each forward press of my hips seating me to the hilt and holding there. She dropped from her hands to her elbows, then from her elbows to her face, the sheets bunched against her open mouth. Her fingers clawed the mattress.
“Silas—oh God—I can’t?—”
