41. Kate
Holy… fuck me.
And boy, did he.
I ran until my legs burned, screaming at me to slow down, to stop.
I pushed on for several miles. I wasn’t worried about falling or tripping over anything, I’m a wolf shifter. In the unlikely event that occurred, my wolf would have changed and come down on all four legs to protect me and the baby.
I’d almost made it back to the cabin when he caught me, snatching me by my long hair, and by the time I blinked the pain away, I was safely in his arms and breathing heavily, my body humming and hungry for more.
I’m still starved for more as Kane kicks the door shut with his heel, the slamming of wood against wood cracking loudly against my ear drums. His arm slips from beneath my legs and they drop to the hardwood floor.
“Bend over the arm of the couch, mate. Ass up.” When I don’t jump into action, his palm cracks against my butt cheek, eliciting a fire that burns while he squeezes my meaty flesh with the same hand. “Now.”
My legs obey before the order catches up to my mind, my naked torso bending over and positioning my ass high in the air as the morning sun begins to filter through the curtain-less windows; the one in the kitchen over the sink and the other to my left, here in the living room.
Kane moves in behind me, his crotch pressing against the crack of my ass and grinding. My claws break through my nail bed, sinking through the couch cushion. I don’t even care that I’m damaging furniture needlessly. His big dick bobs between my spread legs, thumping my pussy lips.
“Jesus, Kate, you just dripped on me,” he says.
The feelings that are coursing through me—Kane’s emotions and how he’s being affected right now—have too much of a profound effect on me. It’s so erotic, and looking between my legs, I see my arousal splash onto the crown of his cock. I swear, that shit has been coming out of me like a leaking faucet, dripping nonstop since his dick slid over my tongue earlier.
“But I’m going to need more than that if I’m going to fuck your tight ass.”
He lines the tip up to my entrance with one hand, and with the other, he grips the top of my thigh, then rams inside me, jolting me. He pulls out and does it again, harder, coating himself while filling me up.
I moan.
“Yes. Fuck me. Make me come all over you.”
“You’re going to come on me, baby, then I’m going to come in your ass, just like I promised.” He pounds into me, burying his dick as deep as he can go. Leaning over my back, he keeps going in and out, in and out. It’s so good, this connection between us. “Put my finger in your mouth.”
I open, and his thumb slides across my wet tongue.
“Slobber all over it,” he instructs, so I do, sucking and gathering the spit in my mouth to twirl all around his finger. “Make it wet for me.”
Yanking it out in haste, he keeps pistoning in and out of my pussy so fast I don’t initially feel his thumb push into my ass until he’s pulling his digit back to the exit hole, only to push back in slowly, then back out again, each thrust in sync with his cock fucking me until my legs begin to quake.
Shallow, moaning breaths leave my mouth. I’m panting uncontrollably as my orgasm attacks me, wrecking me from the inside out.
Kane pulls out from my convulsing pussy, out from my ass.
“Fuck. My dick is drenched, baby. So creamy and glistening. I can smell you on me. If I didn’t want to fuck your ass so bad, I’d make you clean up this beautiful mess of yours.”
His words send me over the edge, and I feel moisture leak from my center as he spreads my butt cheeks apart.
“I need you again. Please, Kane. Fill me back up.”
I push back, my ass seeking a release only his dick can provide.
“Please,” I whine, knowing I’m not above throwing a temper tantrum if that’s what it takes to get him back inside me. I need him so badly.
“Fucking hell, Kate, I can feel your need like it’s my own. You’re going to fucking kill me, baby.”
“No, it’s me that’s going to die if you don’t stick your dick in my ass already.” I’m almost on the verge of bursting into tears. The ache between my legs is too much.
Finally, the head of his dick meets my flesh. Kane pushes forward.
“Fuuuck,” he draws out, growling so deep my core clenches against the vibration. “The room is spinning. Your neediness is fattening my dick too much. I’m going to pass the fuck out if you don’t tamper that shit down.”
“I can’t,” I whine again. Using my heels and the palms of my hands, I push myself down his shaft, the stretch burning and making me clamp my teeth over my bottom lip so I don’t cry out.
I’m only successful by maybe an inch before his hands force me from advancing more.
“Shove it into me, Kane. Fuck me so hard. Please. I need it. I need you. Just you. Please.”
“Stop egging me on, mate.” His chest rumbles. “I’m trying not to hurt you, but Jesus, your begging makes me weak. So goddamn weak.”
He drives achingly slow, but Kane gives me the object of my desire, his big cock pushing into my ass until his groin smashes into the cheeks of my butt, his dick as far inside as it’ll reach. He stops moving, and a sob breaks free from my throat. Tears crest my lower eyelids, falling to the cushion of the couch.
Wrapping his fingers gently around the upper portion of my arm, Kane pulls me up and my back against his chest as he glides my hair to my other shoulder, uncovering my healed but scarred bite mark.
“Don’t cry, baby. I’m going to fuck you good. I promise.”
“Please.” I hiccup and sniffle, my chest shuddering. “I need my mate to fuck me.”
The space between my legs throb. I can hear my clit pulsing with too much need.
“I want to bite you, Kate. Mark you again, but… but this time, I want your consent. Consent I should have asked for the first time.”
I understand his human side would naturally feel bad for marking me, claiming me without asking permission, but his animal side doesn’t play by the same rules.
“Bite me. Bite me and prove that you can bite me harder than your wolf,” I demand, remembering how it felt the first time and wanting to experience that again. There was pain, but bliss overpowered any discomfort I was feeling.
“Jesus, you don’t ask for much, do you.” He somewhat laughs, but it’s followed by a grunt when I pull away and then push his length back into me.
“You’re my world. I want everything with you. Bite me, please,” I beg, unashamed and needy. So needy.
“No, baby, you’re my whole fucking world and a dream come true; one that I’ll never deserve, but I’m selfish when it comes to you. You’re mine. I’m never letting you go. I’ll give you anything and everything you ever want. Just say it, and it’s yours.”
“In that case, fuck me and make it hurt, but love me while doing it.”
“I’m going to fuck you like I love you because I do. More than anything. But I’m going to do so slowly.” He moves his hips, pulling away. “Your ass needs to adjust to my size. I’m going to take care of you, Kate.” I open my mouth to argue, to tell him I can take care of myself when he beats me to it. “Don’t you dare spew that bullshit, mate! You do need me to take care of you just like I need you to take care of me. We’re going to take care of each other for the rest of our lives, baby. That’s just how it’s going to be. Better get used to it now rather than realize I’m right later on.”
Before I can respond, Kane’s lips seal over the scar between my shoulder and the column of my neck. His canines break the skin and sink through flesh and muscle. Kane flexes his hips, pushing his dick back into me.
“Ahhh,” I pant and find the back of his neck, wrapping my hand around him as he bites and fucks, holding him to me.
One of Kane’s hands goes around my throat, his fingers tight, his claws inserting just the way I love. With his other hand, he wraps it protectively around my pregnant belly.
“Mmm.” My eyes roll into the back of my head, my ass burning more with each push and pull.
Kane promised to fuck me good, and that’s exactly what he’s doing.
He fucks me slow and deep, and I feel everything. Every single sensation, every bit of pain and zing of pleasure. His emotions spill over into me; he feels complete. Whole. The same as I do.
We’re connected, and I feel what he feels. I never imagined it would be like this, but now that I have it, I never want to lose it. He’s mine. I’m his. A war of hearts and fate binding us together.
With one hand holding onto Kane’s neck, I reach between my legs with the other while he’s moving in and out of me from behind. My ass feels like it’s being stretched to its maximum capacity, but there is so much pleasure humming inside my core that the burning dissipates. I press two fingers to my clit and circle. It’s so swollen that it doesn’t take much to send me over the edge.
Kane grunts, his movements hiccuping, but he quickly finds his rhythm again. Sounds leave both our mouths. Screams come from my throat as another orgasm spins and cascades through my body. Then he explodes inside me, shooting his load into the channel of my ass. His teeth and lips release me. His claws and hand fall away from my neck.
“Fuuck, baby. Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect. Perfect and mine,” he growls. Then Kane’s tongue snakes out, swiping over the puncture wounds, sealing and healing the wound he created with shifter powers.
I fall forward, my energy zapped, my forearms resting against the cushion as I pull in a lungful of air.
Kane spreads my ass cheeks apart, but I wasn’t expecting it, and my butt clenches. My mate’s quick intake of air is the only sound other than my own breathing.
“Your asshole is so pretty with my cum spilling out.”