“Roll my nipples again,” I said.
He bent forward and took them in his hands, squeezing as he fucked me. “Like this?” he asked.
I nodded, he didn’t stop driving into me.
“Or would you like this?”
He held one breast in his hand, and with the other began circling my clit. I couldn’t stop from shuddering. I was going to come. He began to thrust harder, faster. He was pounding into me. Our bodies colliding in waves of pleasure. I felt his surge in my soul. His wolf howled as we both groaned in unison. My wolf howled back and we were connected on a whole different level.
He growled into my back. I could feel him twitching inside of me. I clamped his cock back with my pussy. I was ready to come. I was shaking.
“Come–” I said. “Come now. Come inside me.”
Dion yelled, pulling away and placing his hands on my hips. He fucked me harder, driving his cock deep into my pussy. It sent me into overdrive and I rubbed myself off as he began to cum inside.
We came together. Him shooting his hot jizz into me as I came over and over. He continued driving into me, filling me with his seed as I squeezed against him. He held me with strong arms and I couldn’t believe that he could stand. He kept pumping me andour groans became one in the echoes of the oasis. We orgasmed for minutes on end, our bodies one and energy complete.
Until we were both weak, and we collapsed onto our clothes. Him still inside me, me still holding him with my pussy.
I could feel his emotions, his thoughts, and he could feel mine. We were connected as one. Bonded. We were fated lovers that had just mated for the first time for the rest of our lives.
I love you,I said in wolf sense.
I love you too,he replied.
Chapter 24
DION
Months passed by the time we’d reached Moondaj. As frustrating as it had been, it was to our advantage. For Lady Skol, along with anyone that ever known us, believed us dead. The downside was that with our deaths Lady Skol enacted her final plans to kill all werewolves.By the time we reached Moondaj it was almost too late.
But it was just another wrong step in her plans.
Zani’s father brought the wagon to a stop at the gates of the village. As custom, it was closed for night. But what wasn’t custom were the guards and inspectors on the door. Nor the hundreds of men confined in the wire cages out on the plains.
“Why are you here so late?” the guard barked.
“Me? I have been traveling all day. I cannot control the winds my horses must battle against,” her father said.
The guards spoke. “We’ll have to inspect.”
“Be my guest. But my daughter is changing back there though! Be wary of her modesty.” There were sniggers of laughter.
Feyra and I hid in a wardrobe box. In front of us stood Zani, she had her back to the opening and was standing there completely naked. She winked at us. The Sleep Singers, as we’d found out recently, were very liberal with themselves.
The guards spoke to Zani’s father like he was an idiot as they gave the wagon a once over. Finally, they came to the back and opened the flap.
“Hey!” Zani yelled. “I’m getting changed.”
“What I just say, you perverts!”
The canvas dropped quickly. “Sorry madam. I mean miss. I mean–”
“How dare you peek at my daughter. What kind of welcome is this? I travel all day in this shitty weather to bring the shittyBullwrot Beeryou idiots love and now you spy on my daughter while she is vulnerable?”
Zani’s face was glowing with joy as she reached down and picked up her wrap. Her father was an excellent actor. She brought it tight around her body and then donned her robe. Before long we were let through to the village. The guards realizing that they were holding up their favorite drink had encouraged them more than the embarrassment of being caught spying.
The wagon came to a stop, and Zani’s father tapped the bench three times. “Okay.”
