Chapter 9
Maya
Forge is crouching beside me on the bed. Gloriously naked. His tattooed skin glittering with water droplets and sunlight, and his cock all huge and swollen.
Last night, I had the most intense dreams of him taking me, making me his. All kinds of dirty thoughts that had never even entered my head before.
But now his expression is fierce and kind of scary. “What happened to you not taking a werewolf as a mate?” he growls.
I bite down on my lower lip. I never meant to break the promise I made to my mom.
But she was wrong. Forge is not one of those bad wolves she warned me about.
He’s sacrificed everything to keep me safe.
He’s chosen me over his pack. And I know enough about werewolf packs to understand what a big deal that is.
My feelings for him are stronger than any vow.
And I’m just about stir crazy from how much I want him.
When I look up at his rugged, handsome face, a deep pulse beats through my body and my pussy aches for him like nothing else.
I watch him take me in. His burning gaze alighting on my nipples, which I’m sure are pushing at his T-shirt in hard points, and then my thighs, which are spread apart a little.
I know he can see me, all bared to him, and the thought makes me embarrassed, but I’m not going to hide from him.
“What about that vow you made, huh?” he growls, when I don’t say anything.
“I-I guess I didn’t say I wouldn’t mate a werewolf,” I stutter.
He cocks an eyebrow. “Yeah? You think the two things are different? Think you can go mating the big bad wolf, then go off and marry some pasty human dude?” A snarl breaks out of his throat and he coughs to hide it, but not before it’s vibrated all the way through me.
I know what it means—it’s his wolf’s sound of possessiveness—and I love it.
His hand moves to my inner thigh and he pushes my legs farther apart.
“And when that pasty human guy asks who you gave your sweet cherry to, what are you gonna tell him?” His eyes are burning, and I see his wolf rising up, broadening the bones of his face.
I wonder how much it’s costing him to ask these questions.
Wonder why he’s putting himself through it.
“I don’t know,” I murmur. Because I haven’t thought this through. Haven’t thought any more than I want Forge to make me his. “I guess mating and having a mate is the same.”
He pushes my thighs wider with a growl. “You’d better believe they’re the same, little girl.
Because when a werewolf takes his mate, he doesn’t allow her to go off to some other douchebag.
A werewolf mates for life. So if you think you’re gonna tease me, give me your cherry, then run back to human land, you’ve got another think coming. ”
I shudder. Because he seemed like he was teasing me before, but now he’s deadly serious.
“Maybe you need some more time,” he says. “We don’t have to mate right now.”
His hands are still on my thighs, holding them apart, and I bite back a groan. I’m aching, soaking wet. Half-crazed for his touch.
“Forge, I want you,” I say. “And only you. I want to be your mate.”
Pleasure flickers across his hard features. But then his lip curls sardonically. “And what’s your mom gonna say when you admit you mated the big bad wolf?”
“I’ll tell her she was wrong. That she’d never met a guy like you before—” It’s getting harder and harder to speak because Forge’s hand is sliding up my thigh, toward my aching core. His burning gaze rakes me from head to toe.
“Then show me,” he says. “Show me you want me.”
I sit up, haul my T-shirt over my head. Then I lie back down and spread myself for him. “I’m yours,” I tell him. “I want you inside me. I want you to mate me, claim me.”
A smile tugs at his lips. He’s still kneeling, that massive cock jutting between his thick thighs. He takes it in his hand. “You want this inside you, little one? Are you sure?”
My eyes lock onto it. It’s bigger than ever, veins standing out, pulsating almost. A drop of liquid leaking from the head. It seems way too big for me. But I don’t care. I want all of him. “Yes, I want it inside me, right now.”
He gives a little growl and arches over me, spreading my thighs over his knees. “You want this cock to take your cherry?” he demands.
“Yes!” I shout. I’m desperate for his cock to ease that burning ache inside me.
His big body arches over me and when he presses his cock to my entrance, I shudder in delight.
“Jesus, you’re so wet, baby,” he growls. “It’s like you’re drawing me in.” He pushes a little more, then there’s a searing pain. I cry out and cling to his broad back.
“That’s it, baby,” he grunts. “Tear up my back with your nails, whatever you need.” He keeps coming, slow but forceful, pushing through my maidenhead, opening me up. It hurts, but oh god, it actually feels incredible. Pleasure and pain twine around each other as Forge takes my virginity.
“You’re so tight, baby,” he mutters as he forces his massive girth inside me. “So fucking tight. You sweet little virgin.”
I clench around him, little ripples running through my pussy. Nothing has ever been inside me before, and now Forge’s cock is filling me up. Breaking through my cherry.
I cling to him tight, wanting all he’s got to give.
Suddenly, with a big thrust of his hips, he pushes himself all the way in. I give a wild cry as he opens me all the way up. Pleasure roars through me. And that’s it. He’s got my virginity. I’m his.
Forever.
He pauses, strokes my face. “Okay, baby?”
I break into a grin. “I’m very okay,” I tell him, as euphoria flows through my body.
He kisses me long and deep. It’s such a hungry, erotic kiss that at first I don’t realize he’s starting to move inside me, to thrust little by little, and in a second, good turns to incredible. Wow, this is what fucking feels like.
His huge cock sliding into my wet pussy, again and again.
The sweet friction setting my insides on fire.
Pushing, pushing.
“You feel so good,” he mutters. “So tight. Your tiny pussy stretching around my cock.”
He’s holding back. I feel it all over his body. But I don’t want him to. I want him to give me everything he’s got. “I want all of you, Forge,” I tell him. “Claim me hard.”
With a growl, he starts to thrust harder and faster, and that feels even better. That beautiful rushing sensation builds up in me again. I’m shaking all over, my pussy gripping his cock tight, clenching, clenching. And then I’m falling through space, black spots clouding my vision.
Falling, falling, and then I explode. I come all over his cock. Forge’s mouth on mine, his cock buried deep inside me
He keeps going, keeps pumping into me. And my orgasm goes on and on, in waves of color and ecstasy.
At last, I’m all burned out and I collapse back against the pillow, my hands going slack on his broad, damp back.
“You came around my cock,” he says, in a tone of wonderment.
“I did.” I laugh.
“Your virgin pussy came around my cock.”
“Not a virgin anymore,” I tell him, and another wave of euphoria crashes over me.
“No, not anymore,” he growls. He’s rougher now, more feral, and I sense his beast close to the surface.
“Mine,” he growls into the crook of my neck. “You’re all mine. And now I’m gonna flood your little pussy with my seed.”
I stiffen. Because I’m not on birth control. Never crossed my mind I’d need it any time soon.
He draws back, looks at me seriously, his cock still buried in me to the hilt. “You want me to make you pregnant, little one?”
“Mmm,” I mumble, because the thought of carrying Forge’s baby in my womb lights me up inside. But I’m not sure I’m ready for babies just yet.
He crooks his eyebrow in that wicked way of his. “Don’t worry, you’re not in heat right now.”
“I’m not?”
“Nuh-uh. So I can flood your womb with impunity.” The corner of his lips tugs up into a half-smile. “But a coupla days’ time, it’s going to be a different story.”
He gets rougher, jerkier. Hips pounding, pounding.
Suddenly he pulls out of me and flips me over. It happens so fast I barely understand what’s happening, until I’m lying face down and his cock is pushing inside me in this new way. There’s a second of pain again as he shoves himself all the way in, and then it feels real good. Deep and intense.
His hips butt up against my ass, Faster and faster. Fucking me into the mattress. I feel a sharp sensation at the back of my neck. His teeth. I shiver all over at the realization.
Three more hard thrusts, and it happens—
With a savage roar, he comes, deep inside me. His hot cum fills me up, at the same moment that his teeth bite down on the nape of my neck.
I lie still, stunned. He’s taken my virginity and claimed me. All at the same time.
Slowly, Forge lifts his perspiring body off me and turns me, gathering me up in his arms. “My mate,” he murmurs, and I’m shocked at the naked emotion in his eyes.
I feel at the back of my neck. At the raised, tingling area there. “You marked me.”
“Sure did.” There’s triumph in his smile. “Means you’re mine. Forever.”
The growl in his voice shudders through me with a thrill. “Forever,” I echo.
Then I discover there’s a little blood on the sheet, and around his cock.
“Sorry,” I mumble, embarrassed.
He looks shocked. “It’s an honor. The greatest honor, baby. You gave me your virginity.”
“I did,” I say, and I’m so happy I did. So glad I saved it for him.
He rests his cock in his hand, examining the evidence of my virginity. “Wish I could keep it there forever. Maybe I’ll get a tattoo of it.” Then a smile plays at his lips. “Better yet, I’ll tattoo your name on it.”
“Tattoo my name there?”
He shrugs. “Why not? This cock is all for you. And I’m gonna give it to you every single day, until you can’t take any more of it.”
“That’s… that’s beautiful,” I say, still not sure if he’s joking.
His expression turns serious again. “You’re mine, baby. Always.” He holds me in his big, muscular arms and kisses me long and deep. My fierce werewolf lover, who’s too much for me, but treats me like the most precious thing he’s ever seen.
Can he really mean, forever?