Page 41 of My Big Fat Shifter Wedding

Right.

This was our first date, and we hadn’t discussed going out again. For all intents and purposes, we were two consenting adults hooking up. Nothing less, and nothing more.

Even if I really, really wanted it to be more. Not only because I felt like I was going to come harder than I had in years, but also because I genuinely liked Keith. His sense of humor, his gentleness combined with his intense masculine strength and bulk, his looks, his smile, his goofiness. All of it. I wanted to know more about him, to learn more of his fears, his triumphs.

And I wanted him to know me like that too.

Then one of his fingers slid inside of me, crooking it just so to hit an electric spot inside me. It felt so good, I nearly arched completely off the bed.

“That’s it,” he murmured into me. If I wasn’t a wolf, there was no way I would have been able to hear it. As it was, I barely could with all the blood rushing to my ears. Funny, given how intense I was feeling, I would have thought it was all going to my cl— “Don’t forget to breathe, Olivia.”

Oh right. That was important.

I drew in a ragged breath, my entire body trembling, and without much warning beyond the pressure building in my pelvis, I was suddenly launched out of my corporeal form.

At least, that’s how it felt. One moment I was drawn so tight that Robin Hood could have fired a volley of arrows from me to win Maid Marian’s hand, the next I was launched into the stratosphere.

Every muscle in my body tensed so hard I thought I was about to pull something, and then, relief. Relief and pleasure and excitement and joy and… and… and… I didn’t even know. Every sense, every synapse was flooded with bliss that would put even my Hitachi to shame.

How was Keith single? Surely there had to be something wrong with him, or else human women were certifiably insane. Not only was he handsome and funny, but he could also make me come so hard I maybe threw my own back out?

Sign me the fuck up.

Potentially a thousand years passed while I was astral projecting outside of my body from the force of my orgasm, or maybe it was only a full minute. By the time I collapsed back onto the bed, I was damp with sweat and so utterly boneless that I wondered if it was possible for me to float away.

I could smell how pleased Keith was with himself, dopamine and attraction from him flooding the room enough to compete with the scent of my climax. But that sense of mine was dulled when he climbed up my body and kissed me, because then all I could taste was us. His lips and my slick combined to make something delicious.

Suddenly, even though I was still full of contentment, it wasn’t quite enough contentment and I found myself craving being riled up all over again. That pesky voice at the back of my mind spoke up again, whispering that I’d never be satisfied without a wolf knot, but I ignored it and all the other pessimistic things it said. Tonight wasn’t the time to be realistic. Tonight was for hope.

For fun.

For joy.

For us.

Even if I didn’t know what us meant, or even if there would be an us at all, that was for the next day.

I gripped Keith’s broad, strong shoulders and let out a whine before I finally found my words. “…inside me.”

He paused the kiss that had largely swallowed what I said, his kind eyes much sharper, more dangerous in a way that thrilled me. “What was that?”

I swallowed, realizing I needed a little more enunciation if I wanted his dick-tation. “I want you inside me,” I managed to get out. I’d never really been one for dirty talk in my life because I found it cringy, but this didn’t feel like dirty talk at all. I was telling Keith what I needed because I trusted him to give me exactly that.

“Are you ready?”

I nodded, all words fleeing my mind as his hands went to the zipper of his dress slacks. I liked him in overalls, jeans, and even those dark pants, but there was something particularly seductive about him unzipping and pulling down his briefs to show his long, pale length which was already blushing and straining for me.

“Fuck,” I whispered. Who cared if he didn’t have a knot? Keith’s cock matched the rest of him: absolutely massive.

“Do you want to come again?” he murmured when my eyes landed on his length. Even from where I was I could see the veins bulging along the sides. “My partners usually need a little extra preparation.”

A scholar and a gentleman, I was sure.

But that was the thing, his previous partners likely weren’t shifters with enhanced healing and biology meant to take a knot. So if anyone could skip some of the being careful, it was me.

“I’m good,” I said hastily. “Really, really good.”

“Good.” He kissed me, then leaned to the side to open a drawer on his bedside stand. The distinctive smell of latex hit me.