Chapter 19 The Claiming Biting Thing #2
The scarlet across his cheeks was spreading to his ears and scalp. “What do you want me to say? It's just a fact, and I thought you had a right to know.”
My shock softened in empathy. Reaching up, I brushed my fingertips over his cheek, and he turned to kiss my palm.
“So this is going to be your first time,” I concluded, the idea bouncing around my mind like a pingpong ball. The idea that Sawyer was a virgin too, just like Thorne had been, absolutely blew my mind.
What was I? Some sort of virgin werewolf pied piper?
I’d assumed Sawyer had been sleeping with his girlfriends, like I’d done with the few guys I’d dated. But any time I ended a relationship, Sawyer would break things off with whoever he was seeing as well. It always seemed like serendipitous timing. Now, I knew better.
“I want this to be really good for you,” Sawyer said, “and I’m worried about having to bite you. I mean, I’ve felt the urge to. A lot. But obviously I never have, and I don’t want to screw it up.”
“It’ll be okay.”
“I could hurt you. Or fail at it. What if I lose myself entirely and don’t manage to bond with you? I don’t want to chew you up and it doesn’t even help us.”
“Hey,” I said, squeezing his shoulder at a pressure point to snap him out of his spiral. “I’m confident you can do this. You won’t hurt me.”
“You don’t know that,” Sawyer said darkly.
“I trust you,” I said softly.
His mouth snapped shut, his pupils eating up the green until his eyes were dark. He was holding himself back, and that was the last thing I wanted.
“I know what your fingers feel like, and your mouth. I’ve had your cock in my mouth, and I’m ready to feel it inside of me.”
He let out a sound between a growl and a whimper.
I grinned. “I can’t wait. Please, please fuck me.”
His muscles flexed, a dam about to break.
“I need you to claim me,” I tried. That did it.
Groaning, Sawyer pushed me onto my back. I sat up on my elbows, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Strip,” he said, lifting his own shirt above his head and letting it fall behind him.
Mouth dry, I stared as he unzipped his jeans, shoving them down, and fisted his cock, squeezing over his knot. He was desperate, but I wanted him absolutely mindless so he wouldn’t overthink things.
Slowly, I pulled my shirt up, running my hands over my bare stomach to put on a show for him. From the whimper he let out, it was working.
A heady sense of power rushed through me. I owned him, and he loved every second of it.
Rolling onto my stomach, I pulled my knees in to raise my ass up before I teased my panties down over my ass and then slid them down my thighs.
Sawyer stroked his cock, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “That’s my slutty, perfect girl.”
My bra was last, and once I was entirely bare, I rolled onto my back, my knees together and to the side in a demure pose.
“You’re killing me,” he groaned. Pupils blown and chest heaving, he took me in.
“Are you just going to stand there and jerk off? I don’t think that’ll get the job done,” I teased. “You’d better get up here.”
Sawyer knelt on the bed, taking me in. Climbing over me, he settled his hips between my thighs.
Pushing up, I pressed my lips to his. His hand cradled my head, and I looped my arms around his back, clinging to him as we kissed.
Reaching between us, Sawyer lined himself up. I gasped against his lips at the feel of his cock nudging my entrance. My heart sped up. This was it. Not only was my best friend in love with me, and a werewolf, but I was about to take his v-card.
My nails dug into his back as he pressed into me. He broke our kiss, his forehead dropping to my collarbone as he let out a rumbling moan.
“Fuck, Autumn. Shit.”
Sawyer gave a shallow thrust, working himself deeper, and my eyes fluttered shut at the exquisite feel of him.
My legs hooked over Sawyer’s hips, and we rocked together, Sawyer fighting to not orgasm before he marked me. Knowing he was losing the battle from the way his muscles tensed and his movements shortened, I pressed against his shoulder and nudged him with one leg.
Obediently, Sawyer rolled over, keeping us connected so I straddled him. He looked up at me with awe, his lips parted and green eyes glowing.
Bending over, I kissed him, first on the lips, and then over a trail of freckles to his throat.
“Let me handle this for a while, okay?”
His hands settled on my hips, moving to squeeze my ass.
Smiling sweetly, I straightened and began riding him, gently rolling my hips so his cock rubbed against the perfect spot.
“This might be my new favorite thing, watching you use me like your own personal toy,” Sawyer said breathlessly.
“How does this feel?” I asked, working myself harder. My hand slid between my legs, touching myself.
Arousal and hot jealousy swam through my fated mate bond, and my smile widened. My free hand cupped my breast, giving him a show.
“You are so damn sexy.” Sawyer’s fingers trailed over my thighs and back up. “But please tell me you're getting close, because I’m barely holding on here.”
Shortening my movements to concentrate the friction in the perfect spot, I pushed myself higher, an electric euphoria building and building until I was shaking. Any second.
“I’m just about there,” I moaned.
“Thank fuck,” Sawyer growled, grabbing my hips and flipping us back over. His hand gathered up my wrists and pinned them above my head, his other hand bracing his heavier body over me. The change in angle pushed him deeper, and I shivered.
“Yeah, you’ve got about five seconds,” I gasped.
Sawyer growled, his fingers digging into my thigh as he slammed into me, sending sparks across my hazy vision. He thrusted into me twice, three times, and I was arching under him, gasping for air as my body convulsed around his cock.
“Please,” I whined.
Sawyer sank his teeth into my skin, pressing harder until the skin broke. The pain felt transcendent as fierce pleasure flooded my body.
It was enough to trigger Sawyer’s orgasm too. He released me and shuddered, his warmth flooding deep inside of me.
Impulsively, I dragged him down and bit down on his pec, breaking the skin on his chest.
Shocked, I pulled back, licking his blood off my lips. I had no idea what instinct caused me to do that, but the connection crashed over me as the bond snapped into place. His ecstasy and anxiety rushed through me, tumbling around my own emotions.
We stayed there panting for a long moment.
“Are you okay?” he finally said.
“Yeah, I’m fucking superb,” I promised, reveling in the animalistic satisfaction seeping into every corner of my being. With Sawyer’s werewolf cock cemented in my pussy and the taste of his blood on my tongue, I was a wild, feral thing.
Sawyer stared at me like I’d hung the moon.
“First time knotting anyone too,” I said, kissing his cheek. My fingers raked through his blond waves. His eyes closed for a second as he enjoyed the touch.
“Damn, Autumn, I honestly didn’t think you'd bite me too.” Sawyer wiped at the blood welling around where I bit him.
“Oh my god, should I not have?” My voice went high with my nerves.
“No, I love it. I’m glad you did. It makes our bond stronger since it’s both ways,” he said, leaning down to kiss me for a long moment.
Flopping onto his side, Sawyer pulled me against his chest, my leg hooked over his hip and his cock stuck inside of me.
“Baby,” he said, kissing my forehead. “I can’t believe I got to mark you. I love you so much.”
“I love you,” I murmured, reveling in the feel of his body wrapped around mine. Smiling against his skin, I teased, “So do you feel adequately deflowered?”
“Shut up,” Sawyer grumbled, his arms around me tightening as I giggled.
After the stress of the day, the last thing I expected was to take a nap, but after so much sex and a brand new mate bond hitting me, it was easy to drift off in his arms.