Chapter 6
The word was so soft, so simple, and yet it was all he had wanted to hear. Anders cupped her face. “Are you sure?”
She nodded and closed her eyes but not before he spied tears forming.
“What is it?” he asked. “I would never claim you if you don’t want me to.”
“It’s just… I shouldn’t.”
“Because of your father. Still won’t go against his wishes. Well, what about what you want?”
“What I want and what I will have aren’t the same thing.”
He frowned. “I don’t follow.”
“Life isn’t just a game, Anders.”
“I realize that. It’s high stakes, and right now, we can roll with the punches, or we can be bludgeoned to death. I know which I pick.”
“Typical guy. Thinking only with his?—”
“Yes, I want you. Yes, I find you insanely attractive. Yes, I might be a little selfish and self-serving by wanting to claim you. But you said so yourself. There isn’t a better idea. So why are you resisting?” He inhaled deeply. The scent of her arousal was enough to drive him insane.
If she would have him, he’d have her right here, right now, standing up. Or in the stream. Up on a tree branch. On a blanket made of grass. Anywhere. Everywhere. Any position. Every position.
But he would not take her, would not claim her, not without consent. To claim a werewolf against her will meant that she would never truly be his. She would never bear him any children, and the resentment between them would lead one to eventually kill the other. Time and again that had happened. Even without that, he would never dare to try and take her against her will. He wanted her to be eager, to come freely, to claim him as much as he claimed her.
“Why am I resisting?” Her voice was so faint he could scarcely hear her. “Because I’m afraid.”
“Afraid of what?” His thumb traced along her jawline.
Her eyes fluttered close. “Afraid of losing myself.”
“But what if it’s the only way to find yourself?”
Her eyes opened. The tears were gone, replaced with a primal lust he himself felt. Her lips devoured his, her tongue fighting his, dueling him almost, and it was such a turn on his cock started to throb. His hands pressed against her back, forcing her close, and she willingly decreased the space between them until her breasts were smashed against his chest.
His hands drifted lower to grab her ass, and he brought one hand down even more so he could reach between her legs to her wetness. Oh, yes, she wanted him. Oh, God, did he want her.
Easily, he picked her up. Her legs immediately wrapped around him, and he laid her on the ground. “Okay?” he murmured.
“Shut up and kiss me,” she growled.
Her lips pressed against his again, and when he put his tongue in her mouth, she sucked hard. He could almost feel her taming him even as she encouraged his wild side.
He squeezed her ass hard with one hand, the other pinching her nipple. She whimpered against his mouth, and he fought a grin, loving how she responded to everything he did. Her ass muscles had tightened, her nipple so hard. Her body was a work of art he could play and mold with all day long.
She lifted her pelvis to grind against him. If he wasn’t careful, this would be over far quicker than he wanted, so he pulled away, even stood.
Immediately, she jumped to her feet. If she intended for him to be the one on the ground, she had another thing coming. He had something else in mind.
He’d stolen a few blankets on his trek with Gerald, and he grabbed one of them and looped the ends around higher branches of a tree so he could have her back against it without fear of getting splinters because a lot of friction was about to take place.
As soon as he motioned her over, she stood beside him, and he used kisses and his hands to guide her into place. Her one leg lifted to wrap around his hip, and he allowed it for now, as he eased himself inside of her. She released a strangled gasp, and he had to fight back a moan himself. If he died at this moment, he’d be a happy man.
Before he started thrusting, he unhooked her leg and lifted it, so it was braced against his shoulder. “That okay?”
She jerked against him, hands clutching his ass, trying to get him inside her deeper. Seemed like it was more than okay.
Still, he was gentle at first, easing himself out and then pushing forward. After a few more times like that, she was bucking against him, wanting more, and he couldn’t deny her, or himself, any longer. Deep and fast and hard, he plunged inside her until he couldn’t take it any longer. Cum spurted out of him, burying deep inside her, and her walls closed around him as she orgasmed too. The grip of her tightening around him prolonged his pleasure, and he continued to pump inside her, one hand on her nipple, teasing it, pulling it, tweaking it, while the other felt up and down her thigh. He loved the stretch of her leg against his chest.
He had been touching her like this throughout the entire time he’d been inside her, but he hadn’t been kissing her, his head flung back as he enjoyed the pleasure of all she had to offer. Now, however, he drank in her kisses and left a trail of kisses all over her face and neck.
The time for claiming had arrived.