Chapter 10
Chapter 10
Mia
W e’d made it back to my cabin in record time, both of us panting, Tucker carrying me the entire way. Thankfully, no one was around to clearly see the arousal that hung like a thick cloud around us. His cock was a thick, steel rod bobbing against my ass with every step he took.
I loved the fact that he was almost so far gone his wolf threatened to come forth again.
And here we were, standing in my living room, the lights off, both of us seeing clearly enough that it didn’t matter that darkness surrounded us. Without saying a word, he took off his clothes, his focus trained right on me the whole time.
I let my gaze move up and down his body, taking in the hard planes of his muscles, the way they flexed, constricted, and relaxed with the slightest of movements. Then there was his cock… so massive, thick, and long, the tip mushroom-shaped and constantly dotted with pre-cum. In fact, there was so much of it the clear fluid kept dripping onto the floor before more beaded up.
“My sweet, perfect mate,” Tucker growled low, his tone telling me how much he needed me. “Let me touch you, smell you… claim you. Finally .”
The only thing that could be heard after he spoke was the sound of our combined breathing. And with every second that passed, I felt my pulse quicken further, felt my pussy become wetter, and especially felt my clit pulse in time with my heartbeat.
My panties were past the point of being soaked, the material sticking to my pussy lips, the fabric rubbing erotically against my clit. I felt my pulse beating down there , causing my arousal to climb even higher.
To say I was nervous was the understatement of the century, but I wouldn’t stop this. I couldn’t, not with this inferno inside me, refusing to be tamed. I smoothed my hands down my thighs, back and forth, the most annoying habit I did when I was nervous. But if I didn’t do that, I’d find myself twisting my fingers together, or maybe playing with the ends of my hair. All equally just as telling on exactly how anxious I really was.
I stared into Tucker’s face, his expression hard to read, but what I could tell right away was that his focus was trained solely on me.
“The way you’re looking at me is very dangerous, female.” His voice was low and rough, like sandpaper moving along my body. It was so tangible I actually shivered in response.
“What way is that?” I whispered, unsure exactly why I’d spoken the words, but it was too late to worry about that now. I knew I was tempting his feral wolf inside, the beast all Black Wolf males housed within themselves.
But… I found myself getting even more turned on at that.
He took a step closer, and I was surprised I held my ground and didn’t retreat.
“You’re looking at me like you know.”
I licked my lips and tipped my head back to look into his face when he stepped closer. “Like I know what?” My voice was so low… so wanton.
“That I’m so fucking thirsty for you, Mia.”
My heart thundered in my chest. I smelled the intoxicating wild scent that poured off him, an aroma I knew was his pheromones created just for me. His mate.
“My mate,” he purred like he was a feline, a lion or panther, instead of his fierce wolf.
“I’ve claimed you, my Mia.” He took another menacingly sexy step toward me. “Do you know what that means?”
I licked my lips again and nodded. I felt how wide my eyes were, but it wasn’t from fear. It was from anticipation.
“Yeah, you know what it means, don’t you, baby.” He didn’t phrase it like a question. “It means that you’re mine, and if anyone ever tried to take you from me, I’d tear them limb from limb,” he said low, ominously. “I’ll kill any male, human or shifter, who thinks they can ever take you from me.” He made this low, deep growling noise, and a shiver coursed through my body. “And it especially means I won’t ever let you go.” He took another step closer, and now we were nearly on top of each other, with my head tilted back so I could look into his eyes.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“And you want that, don’t you?” His focus was still on my lips. “You fucking love knowing I’ll kill anyone who looks at you the wrong way.” He slowly trailed his eyes up and captured my gaze with his. “You like that I’d start a war if it meant keeping you close.”
God, my pussy was so soaked I felt the wetness slide down my inner thighs.
“Yeah,” he groaned, “you feel it too. You know how right this is between us.” He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. “Your pussy is so fucking wet for me I can smell it drenching your pants and panties.”
I felt my eyes widen as I saw him start—try—to shift before me, his wolf pushing out for supremacy. His muscles were getting larger, his height taller. He opened his eyes, and I saw the flash of his inner animal, this growl from within that turned me on. His lips parted, and I saw a flash of his elongated canines pressing to his bottom lip.
He bent slightly forward so we were more eye level. “Mia,” he whispered. “Do you see what you do to me, how you make me lose control by just being close?” He leaned in another inch, and I felt myself submitting, tipping my head back and tilting it to the side. Baring my throat. Tucker ran the tip of his tongue up the side of my neck, and I closed my eyes at how good that small touch felt.
I felt this wild sensation move through me. Not thinking and just needing to feel Tucker, I turned my head back forward, lifted my hand to curl it around his nape and keep him close, and closed the distance to kiss him.
“Baby,” he grunted against my lips. “I fucking need you like my wolf does.” He pressed his body to mine fully, and I gasped as I felt the scorching hot, massive length of his hard cock rubbing against my belly, his pre-cum smearing along my shirt.
I wanted to be as naked as he was.
And even though the kiss was slow, Tucker letting me lead, I felt his restraint start to leave. He growled and a second later tangled his hand in my hair, grabbing the locks in a gentle but firm fistful, and tilted my head back.
“My Mia. My sweet, perfect mate. I need you so fucking badly, baby.” He rolled his hips forward, rubbing his erection against me. With one hand still in my hair, he moved his other along my shoulder, making a slow, almost lazy path down my arm, and curled his fingers along my hip. He pulled me forward forcefully, and I gasped as I placed my hands on his hard, defined pectoral muscles to steady myself.
He took control of the kiss, sliding his tongue along my lips before plunging it inside, mimicking the act of fucking until my legs felt like jelly and I realized he was the one holding me upright. And then in the next instant, he gripped my thigh and lifted me easily off the ground, hooking it around his waist.
“Hold on to me,” he demanded in a sexy voice, and I wound my arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss. He moved us backward, his hands cupping my ass and holding me close to his raging hard-on.
Gravity took us down until he was on the couch and I was straddling him. He gripped my hips and jerked me forward, adjusting me so my legs were on either side of his massive thighs and my pussy was pressed right down on his thick cock that bulged against the seam of my jeans.
He went back to devouring my mouth as he used his grip on my hips to press me down on him at the same time he lifted his cock against my pussy.
I gasped, “Tucker. God, I need to get undressed. I need to feel all of you.”
He groaned, and before I knew what was happening, my pants were torn clean off of me, the denim tearing away like fragile paper. I gasped when I was left in nothing but my panties and had to shift on the couch slightly so he could pull the remnants away and toss them to the side.
And when he lifted his hips, I closed my eyes as my pussy pressed aggressively against his hot, thick, and hard bare cock. He cupped the side of my face and kissed me passionately for long minutes. The need to feel more of him, all of him , was so strong I had to break the kiss and gasp for air.
“I want so much with you.” Tucker started kissing my neck, and I tilted my head to the side, relishing the feel of his lips and tongue sliding along my flesh, of the erotic prick of his sharp canines. “My need for you is this entity inside me, fighting my wolf and human side for supremacy. It’s winning, baby. God, it’s dominating every sane thought I have in my head, taking all my self-control, and extinguishing it.”
He licked a path over the shell of my ear, and I couldn't stop the moan that left me, or the shiver that moved through my body.
“You like that, don’t you?” He didn’t phrase it like a question as he ran his tongue over the shell again, rumbling in pleasure.
“Tucker… I… I need?—”
“More, don’t you? You need more from me.”
I dug my nails into his flesh and nodded, not trusting my voice.
“I want inside you so badly I’m about to come already.” He sucked on my earlobe, and I cried out as my entire body spasmed for that erotic feeling.
A warm wave washed through me, and I found myself lifting my hips and trying to grind myself against something—anything.
I felt Tucker run his palms over my ass, the small strip of cloth that covered my pussy and those mounds not enough to hinder the feeling of his hands on me.
A sharp gasp left me at the sudden tilt of the world around me when Tucker turned me over, so I was now lying on the couch, my legs spread and hanging over the cushions, my pussy on clear display. I felt my eyes widen as I watched him tear at his clothing until he was gloriously naked and standing before me.
I didn’t even hide the fact that I looked over every inch of him from his wide shoulders to his broad, defined chest. Along his biceps that were stacked with slabs of muscles, along his abdomen that was layered with rolling hills of power. Then there was the V of muscle that led to the trimmed dark hair that framed a cock I was sure was the biggest in history. Hell, the girth was easily as wide as my wrist, and the length would no doubt reach past his navel.
He fell to his knees between my splayed thighs, his masculine hips narrow, yet his body so massive that I had to spread my legs even more to accommodate him.
“The shirt,” he gritted out, and I lifted up slightly to work the material over my head, but in the next second, he gripped the edges, tore the fabric, and tossed it aside. He did the same with my panties, ripping them off as if they were a nuisance easily discarded.
And then I lay there in just my bra, my chest rising and falling harshly as he stared down at the offending material. In the next second, Tucker leaned in, gripped the thin piece of fabric that kept the cups together between my breasts, and bit it off, his fangs brushing against my flesh.
With his mouth on mine, his hand around my neck, I felt him start a dirty but oh so good rhythm against me. His hips started moving, pressing into my body, mimicking sex without the penetration.
“I can smell how much you want me. I can feel your pussy soaking my dick, your cunt scorching hot and driving me to the point I’m going insane, baby.” His voice was nothing but a distorted growl. He speared one of his hands into my hair while the other made slow work of moving down my body. The heavy weight of his hand rested on my lower belly, and my pussy tightened at the possessive feel of that palm on me. When his hand started moving lower, I forced myself to keep my eyes open to watch what he planned on doing.
“You’re shaking, Mia. Are you afraid?”
I shook my head, my eyes wide.
“Are you ready for me?”
I nodded, still unable to speak.
“Then why are you shaking, baby?” The deep, husky timbre of his voice shot straight to my clit, and I bit my lip.
“Because I want this so badly it’s making me unable to control myself.”
He closed his eyes and groaned, the muscles of his arms and chest contracting. I knew he was trying to control himself, but I didn't want that. I wanted him to be as out of control as I felt right now.
His large, callused fingers slipped against my inner thighs, closer and closer to my pussy. I lifted my hips, and he cooed at me, as if trying to ease me.
“Let me take care of you. Let me do right by my mate and make her feel good.” He spread his fingers through my slick folds, and I tossed my head back and moaned at the electricity that moved through me from that small touch.
“Look at you,” he hummed in pleasure. “So receptive to my touch.” He was tormenting me with desire, and I couldn’t get enough. “You want more?”
I nodded.
“Tell me then.”
“Tucker. God. Please .”
“ Christ . Mia, you’re so hot and wet. You’re so ready for me, aren’t you? Your pretty pussy is soaking wet, primed for my big cock to be shoved deep inside.”
I couldn’t have verbally said anything at that moment, so I moaned my answer instead.
“Yeah,” he groaned. “Yeah, you’re so ready for your mate to take your virginity and give you his.” He sounded like he was speaking to himself, his focus on my face as he kept playing with my pussy. His thickly callused fingers slid along my folds, tormenting me.
Our combined breathing was fast and labored, and I knew neither of us could wait a moment longer to be with each other. He leaned closer, his eyes still on me as Tucker kissed a scorching trail of wet kisses down my body until his hot breath teased the skin right above my pussy. I couldn't drag my focus from what he was doing.
Tucker lifted his gaze, staring at me from between my thighs, and God that was the hottest thing I think I’d ever seen. And when he slowly—oh so slowly—opened his mouth and moved his tongue closer to the part that ached for him, I held my breath in anticipation.
“Mine,” he growled right before he leaned in and licked me slowly, thoroughly.
I cried out, nearly coming from that one lick alone.
Over and over, he dragged his tongue along my pussy, moving to my clit and circling the engorged bundle of nerves before dragging the muscle back down to press against the opening of my body.
“I’ll never get enough of your taste. I’m so fucking addicted to it.” He flattened his tongue on my slit and ran it up and down my pussy, staring at my clit, moving down to my pussy hole, then repeating the process over and over again. “So sweet and all mine, Mia.” And when he sucked my clit into his mouth and gave a powerful, suctioning pull, I nearly came off the couch.
“Tucker,” I whispered, begging. “Don’t stop. Please .” I didn't care that I sounded desperate right now.
He groaned and started sucking on my clit with more fervor. “I’ll never fucking stop. You’re mine. Always. Forever.” He started a wicked rhythmic suctioning on that sensitive bundle of nerves, and I felt the orgasm coiling within me.
I was losing my head with the pleasure, never having known anything could feel so good. And when I felt him run a finger along the tight, virgin hole of my pussy, I knew I wouldn’t last. He’d surely make me lose my mind.
Tucker slipped that thick, long digit into me, and I didn't fight the sensations. I just surrendered to the feeling that washed through me. Stars danced in front of my now closed eyes, and a long, whimpering noise left me so loud I should have been embarrassed. But I wasn’t, not with the wet, growling noises Tucker was making against my soaked pussy.
And the entire time, he was relentless as he mouth-fucked me, as he dragged his tongue up and down my cleft at the same time he finger-fucked my pussy. When the sensations became too much, I sagged against the bed and reached out to push his head away. He growled again, an impatient wolf who didn’t want to give his spot up. That had me moaning again.
“Tucker,” I moaned, pleaded… whispered for him to stop… for him to give me more.
In one fluid motion, he was on top of me, both of us totally naked, bared in the most sexual, incredible way. I felt all those hard, defined muscles pressing against my feminine softness, and I moaned, arching my back, pressing my breasts against his warm, firm chest.
“All I can think about is devouring you,” he murmured, his face in the crook of my neck, his noses running up and down the side of my throat as he scented me.
I spread my legs wider, felt the hard length of his cock nestled between my pussy lips, and I gasped, wanting to feel every inch of him, every hot, scorching inch as he pushed into my body and filled me up.
“I feel like the predator about to devour his prey.”
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and arched up again, unable to stop touching him. He growled against the side of my neck, the vibrations sending delicious shockwaves to my clit. I felt the way his tendons and muscles flexed above me, and a fresh gush of arousal spilled from my pussy.
Tucker pulled back, his head lowered, his glowing eyes trained on my obscenely spread thighs. He slid his hands down my body until his massive palms were splayed on my inner legs, his thumbs close, drawing slow circles on my flesh and inching closer to my pussy. His nostrils flared, his groan surrounding me, and I watched his lips part, his canines lengthening right before my eyes. I wanted him to run those deliciously deadly fangs over my flesh, those sharp points lightly scraping along my body, so sharp they could have broken skin.
But he’d be so gentle.
He’d be so careful with me.
“My mate.” His voice was more animal than man, and when he slowly lifted his head, running his gaze over my belly, my chest, lingering on my throat, on the spot where my neck and shoulder met, I knew he was thinking about biting me… marking me.
He tore his focus from that spot and looked into my eyes, his pupils dilated in pleasure, his eyes glowing brightly from his wolf. “You’ll never know the full compass of how much I want you, of what I’d do for you.” And then I was off the couch and in his arms a second later. He strode down the hall to my room, and before I could even take an inhalation, my back met the mattress, the cold sheets momentarily cooling my very overheated body.
He was back over me, his big body covering mine, and I licked my lips and smoothed my hands along his thickly corded and veined forearms. “You probably want me as much as I want you,” I whispered truthfully, responding to what he said before he surprised me and went all primal on me.
He slowly shook his head. “Never. You can never know how much I’ll always desire you, or the lengths I’d go to keep you.”
I moved my hands back down and covered his with mine, which were still framing my pussy, his palms hot and firm on my inner thighs. “Claim your mate, Tucker.”
This savage sound left him as he leaned back an inch, took hold of his thick and long cock, and brought it to the entrance of my pussy. The breath stilled in my lungs, and his sawed in and out of him as he stared at where his cockhead was poised.
“Mine,” he snarled as he pushed into me and forever changed the life I’d always known.