Chapter Ten #2
“No. No one else is like you.” He ran his palms up her back, pulling her closer, and she draped her arms around his neck. “But maybe we wait to discuss marking again until after we spend some time with the pack. Are you sure you can take more time off work?”
She made a face. “I might be saving the library money by not working. Mrs. Lemon will probably have volunteers fill in for me.”
“Okay. I’ll pay for everything.”
“I can pay my own way.”
“But you’re making this trip for me. So, I’ll pay. Don’t argue with me,” he ordered when she opened her mouth to protest.
“When do we leave?”
“Think you can be ready to go the day after tomorrow? I can leave at a moment’s notice, but I thought you might like to call Chandra and your parents. Maybe let some of your neighbors know that your house will be empty?”
She gave him a quick kiss. “I should go start packing.” She pulled back but didn’t get far. Matt didn’t release her.
“I want a real kiss.” Curling his fingers around the back of her neck, he held her captive, lifted his face to hers, and sealed his mouth to hers.
“I’ve waited for this for so long. It’s hard to believe it’s actually happening.
I fell in lust with you the second we met.
Love followed about five minutes later.”
“Oh, Matt.” Sifting her fingers through his soft curls, she drew his face to hers for another kiss. She licked the seam of his lips, deepening the kiss when he opened to her. Matt gave her a moment to explore, allowing her control. She loved his mouth. His lips were full and soft.
After several minutes, Matt groaned. Crushing her to his chest, he stood. “Bed? I’ll beg if you want me to.”
It was quick. Too quick. But this was Matt, not some man she’d just met.
She nodded. “Yes, but no—”
“I won’t bite,” Matt said, reading her mind. He picked her up and she yelped. At five foot eight, she hadn’t been carried since she was a child. Preston was only three inches taller than her. She couldn’t even wear heels with him.
Clinging to Matt’s shoulders, she said, “I can walk.”
“I know. I’m hanging onto you in case you change your mind.”
“Not going to happen,” she assured him.
He placed her on the bed with care and followed her down, fitting his narrow hips between her thighs as naturally as if he were made for her.
Sage welcomed him by arching beneath him.
He gave a quick thrust, his thick cock dragging along the perfect spot.
Matt swallowed her resulting moan in a kiss.
Sage returned his kiss wholeheartedly, tunneling her fingers through his curls, holding his head at the perfect angle and rolling her hips beneath his, keeping pace with the tide of arousal flooding her bloodstream.
“Clothes,” Matt muttered after a moment, sitting up to whip his shirt over his head.
She took a few seconds to admire the definition of his abs before attacking the button on his jeans. He gave a moan of relief as the denim folded back and allowed his erection to spring forward, still encased in his briefs but no longer restrained.
He shoved down his jeans and ran a hand over his cock. Wetting his lips, he stared at her. “Strip,” he ordered.
She sat up and peeled off her top. After fighting with her pants for a moment, she sighed.
“This is easier on TV.” She nudged his chest and rolled off the bed when he moved back.
While she dropped her pants, he took the opportunity to stand and completely remove his jeans.
He hesitated briefly and then pushed down his briefs as well.
Sage’s mouth went dry. He was beautiful, long and thick and perfectly formed.
Big. But she wouldn’t have expected anything less.
Licking her lips, she reached out to touch him.
Her fingers closed around his length. One stroke and he moaned, his head dropping back onto his shoulders.
Shivering, his hand covered hers. “Been too long.”
“How long?” she asked and then bit her lip. She shouldn’t ask. It was none of her business. “Never—”
His eyes met hers. “A year. Maybe more.”
Shock held her in its grip as he removed her hand from his cock and backed her into the mattress. Their gazes locked, he undid the front clasp of her bra. “God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed as the lace fell the floor.
“I was thinking the same of you.” Unable to keep her hands off him for any great length of time, she stroked his shoulders and ran her palms down his chest.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he buried his face in her neck. He inhaled deeply, a growl erupting from his chest. Before she could properly panic, he moved down, his lips trailing over her collarbones, then the upper curves of her breasts.
Bending her backward over his arm, he painted her nipples with his tongue before taking one tight peak into his mouth to suck.
Her nipples were incredibly sensitive, and she could have come from the hot pull of his mouth alone.
But then he slid his hand inside her panties, a finger teasing the seam of her pussy lips before delving deeper to circle her clit.
Sage’s legs trembled. “Matt, I—” He moved to her other nipple, nibbling it and then sucking deep, simultaneously filling her with one thick finger while the other pressed insistently against her clit.
“Ohhh, fuck,” she moaned, tumbling over the precipice.
Preston had never been so good with his hands.
And he’d never figured out that her trigger was to have her nipples stimulated at the same time as her pussy.
Consequently, she’d rarely had an orgasm with him.
Matt worked her panties down her hips, holding her up when she would have collapsed onto the mattress, her legs were that weak. When they fell to the floor, he gripped her waist and picked her up, lifting her into a hot, wet kiss. His cock throbbed between them, the tip wet with precum.
He placed her on the bed. She held her arms out to him. Shaking his head, he shoved her thighs apart and then lowered himself onto the mattress.
She looked down at him. His gaze was firmly fixed on her pussy.
While she watched, he inhaled. A look of ecstasy rolled over his face and his eyes fluttered closed.
He ground his hips into the mattress. Sage reached for him.
“Matt, don’t you want to—” Her voice broke off with a squeak when he slid his tongue between her folds.
When her thighs twitched, threatening to close, he flattened them to the bed with a growl, his eyes glowing as they met hers over the length of her body.
His mouth on her was possessive, demanding.
She reached for her breasts, but Matt’s hands were already cruising up her torso.
He cupped her breasts and tugged on her dark nipples.
Her moans became a litany of his name. He didn’t stop until she was on the cusp of another orgasm.
As her inner muscles began to flutter and tighten, he rose over her, his cock in his hand.
He ran the tip between her folds. “I can’t get you pregnant and werewolves are immune to viruses.
” He began to push inside her slowly, groaning.
“So…I’ll take you bare…but…. Fuck, you feel good.
” He dropped to his palms, his hips working in a back-and-forth motion, burying himself deeper and deeper inside her cunt.
Swallowing, he shook his head. “I won’t cum in you if you don’t want me to. ”
She nodded, barely registering his words as his cock stretched her open, the minor discomfort only magnifying the pleasure of his invasion.
Matt’s head dropped as he watched his dick tunneling in and out of her pussy.
“Never thought this would happen,” he said, his tone full of awe.
He lowered himself onto his elbows. When his gaze met hers, his eyes were glowing.
He began thrusting more forcefully until finally his hips met hers. “Mine,” he growled.
Sage gasped. She should be frightened. The glowing eyes, the fangs, the guttural depth of his voice should have had her running for the hills. She’d never been a thrill seeker, but damn…. She was so turned on, her toes were already beginning to curl.
When Matt pulled out slowly and then slammed back home with a wet squelch, her face heated with embarrassment.
“No,” he said. “It’s good,” he slurred around a groan, drunk with pleasure, continuing move.
The knowledge that she was the source of his pleasure kicked her arousal up another notch.
“So, fucking good.” He swiveled his hips, and she agreed. So, fucking good.
Nodding, she drew him down for a kiss. He kissed her voraciously, drinking down her rapturous cries as his hips began to buck.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and arched into his thrusts.
Her breasts rubbed against his chest as they undulated together.
His silky chest hair rasped her nipples and kept them taut.
The steady thump of the headboard slamming rhythmically into the wall, the protesting creaks of the mattress, the slap of flesh meeting flesh, and their muffled moans created a aria that swirled about her bedroom.
Somewhere off in the distance, she thought she heard the ringtone from one of their phones, but she didn’t care.
There was no stopping this. She’d die if she didn’t get to the other side.
Matt broke their kiss and latched onto one of her nipples. He cupped her other breast and thumbed the nipple. Then he ground his hips into hers, hitting her G-spot. Her climax hit hard and fast. She called his name as her pussy locked down on his plunging shaft.
Growling, Matt buried his face in the crook of her neck, his hot breath fanning her ear. “Sage, fuck, I’m going to cum.”
She knew what he was asking. “Inside,” she plead, wanting to feel his pleasure.
He growled and pounded her into the mattress.
His cock swelled to a new hardness inside her still sensitized walls, pushing her over the edge again with a smaller but no less satisfying orgasm.
Groaning, his arms closed around her and his hips continued to jerk even as his dick pulsed inside her, hot cum erupting and flooding her pussy with each contraction.
Matt collapsed on top of her. Sage grunted at the impact of his full weight, and he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She giggled breathlessly and then fell into a sated sleep.