Page 16 of Banished From the Pack

“You’re a masterpiece,” I murmur.

Reaching down, I stretch her opening wide with one hand and work a finger into her tiny hole with the other. She gasps, tensing up. The clench of her walls around my finger makes my cock threaten to erupt cum all over her like a geyser.

I force myself to focus on her, sliding my finger deeper until I feel the barrier of her virginity. I long to thrust my finger through, but that honor belongs to my engorged cock. I lower myself between her legs, taking my cock in my hand and stroking the swollen head up and down her slick folds.

“This will hurt at first, but try to relax, and the pleasure is even more than what I just gave you.”

Her eyes close, and she settles her head onto the pillow. She reaches up, her tiny hands gripping my broad shoulders. “I want more,” she moans.

“That’s it, Luna love. Just let me pleasure you. You have no idea how happy I am that I’ve found you.” I practically purr as my heart floods with joy at having discovered my True Mate, the one made just for me and my wolf. My wolf roars with lust and joy inside me, frantic to take what’s ours. She raises her narrow hips, and I look down at her perfect little body, reminded again how small and fragile she is beneath my powerful body. All the more reason to treasure her and treat her like the precious creature she is. Our mate.

I rock my hips against hers, coating my cock with her fragrant juices as her knees open and she arches up, seeking our completion. I can feel her wolf calling to mine, the way mine is to hers. They want to be one, to join, to make the unbreakable bond that only True Mates can share.

I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her gently and thoroughly, holding myself back. As she responds to my kiss and finds her rhythm with mine, I fit the head of my erection to her tight, virgin entrance and press. Nothing happens for a moment, and I have to apply more force than I expected to breach her opening. When her flesh yields and my bare tip breaches the vicelike grip of her unopened pussy, her fingertips dig into my biceps and she cries out, the sound echoing into my very soul.

“It hurts,” she gasps.

I ease away from the kiss and bring my mouth to her ear. “It will only hurt for a bit,” I whisper. “Relax and I’ll make love to you until all you remember is pleasure.”

She nods, blinking a tiny teardrop from the corner of her eye. I wipe it away with my thumb, overcome by a swell of love and a primal need to possess my mate that can’t be stopped. With a groan, I force my cock deeper, opening her channel for the first time until I feel the barrier of her virginity stretch and then slowly tear around the head of my cock. She cries out again, and I bury my thick length all the way inside her tight little pussy, claiming every inch of her sacred depths for my own.

Her walls clamp down around me so tight I think I’ll erupt inside her instantly. I hold myself back, forcing myself not to fuck her hard and raw, pounding her into the bed until she screams my name. I can feel the head of my bare cock pressed up against her cervix, and all I want to do is breed her, seed her belly with my babies right here and now.

“You are mine,” I growl, my wolf surfacing. She nods, biting her lips together, tears pooling in her eyes. I kiss her gently, but my wolf will not be held back any longer. He wants to release our seed deep inside her. A roar tears from my lips, and I drive into her tight flesh again and again, feeling a bond forming with each powerful, claiming thrust. She cries out each time, but she doesn’t fight destiny. She spreads her knees wide and gives herself over to me completely, her tiny little body absorbing the brute force of my thrusts, submitting to my need to possess her delicate little body and wild soul. An overpowering sense of love and ownership and completeness fill my chest, a raw joy I never imagined possible.

She is my True Mate.

She is ours.

Apparently you don’t have to cum to know. I can feel it in my blood, my bones, my wolf, my soul. I feel a burning ache at the base of my cock, and realize I’m starting to form a knot, something I thought was only legend, something that happens only with a True Mate. A shocking heat throbs in my arm, like a brand is searing into my skin.

Luna shrieks, grabbing her own arm. A glowing white crescent moon appears on her skin, branded by the power of the ritual, of our bond, of the rightness of our union.

I want to roar my pleasure and come and come and come, spurting my potent seed inside her until she’s overflowing. But I know that once the knot forms fully, she’ll have to come too before we can be separated, so I hold back, waiting for her.

“What’s happening?” she cries. “What are you doing to me?” She shoves me away, her eyes full of panic that tells me neither of us will be coming.

Fighting back my wolf instinct to finish the claiming and breed her, I roll to the side. My erection, still pulsing and slick with her blood, slides from her wet core. “It’s the True Mate bond forming, Luna. This is a good thing. It means we’re bound together forever. I’ll love and protect you for eternity.” I reach to comfort her, but she jumps from the bed, her eyes wild as she reaches between her legs and pulls her hand away bloody.

“I don’t want eternity,” she screams. “Why do I feel this way? Did you cast a spell over me? Make it go away!” She digs at the glowing mark with her fingernails, drawing blood from her arm, too.

“Luna, no,” I protest in horror. “What are you doing?” I make a grab from her, but she ducks aside and races from the room.

Fuck!

I’ve found my True Mate only to be rejected by her before we even finished mating.

Chapter Six

Luna

The glowing moon on my arm burns as I race through Axel’s house, and my core throbs with raw pain and unfilled need, like he put an empty spot inside me that only he can fill, and it will always be empty now, always crave him returning to fill it. Blood trickles down my legs along with my own wetness, but I ignore it and the call of my mate as I run for the door. It seems I’ve been branded, something mama once told me people called “cowboys” do to their cattle. When they’re branded, the cowboy always knows which cows are his. I didn’t know they had to mate them first.

Does that make me Axel’s? Now that he’s mated me and branded me, do I belong to him instead of myself and Mama and the swamp?

I hear his footsteps behind me, like he’s coming to claim his property the way Mama and me claimed our little hillock in panther territory and chased off anyone who tried to crowd in. The house was big enough for only two, and the hillock only big enough for one house. But my body is not Axel’s house, even if he was inside me. My body is my house, and there’s only room for one.

I run outside, scent the air real quick and then take to my wolfskin. It’s easy, since I’m not wearing a stitch of clothes. I run fast, racing back toward the woods and the swamps where I belong. This whole crazy day feels like a bad dream, the kind I had when I was a kid where I’d wake up shrieking like a panther because I was sure I was drowning, that the swamp had come alive and was sucking me under the mud and muck, where I couldn’t breathe the way an ogre could.