Chapter 24 #2
I was having none of it. After pushing her back, I removed her shirt, twirling the material in the air before pitching it away.
We both laughed while she clawed my skin, raking her nails over my shoulder and down my back.
Oh, did the wild woman know what she was doing to me?
I could feast on her for hours, but I hungered to have my cock shoved deep inside.
And I would, multiple times.
She truly thought she was getting control. Her legs were stronger than I remembered and she was almost able to garner some control, but when I placed my knee on the bed, all bets were off.
She had no idea just how hungry I’d been since catching her watching me the first time.
She had no idea her presence had spurred me on.
You bet I’d been furious when the bastards had challenged my shot.
And hearing her exclamation had been like some sweet cherries added to a cake I hadn’t known I needed.
Winning had meant everything.
But being with her right now like this, perfection.
I dropped her onto her knees, immediately ripping at the button on her jeans. She was doing the same with me, yanking at what was left of my uniform. Since I’d been barefoot after taking my skates off, she had a partial advantage.
Until I pushed her down onto the bed, giving her an authoritative look. The little bad bunny was going to see what happened when she teased a wolf.
I ripped off her shoes, tossing them with far too much power, smashing them against the wall.
She continued fighting me, trying to sit, but I refused to allow her, wrangling her jeans and thong together.
As soon as I ripped them free of her luscious body, she let loose a raging growl that rivaled mine.
Maybe she was more of a mate than I’d realized. With a grin on my face, I allowed her to tug on my jersey pants, finally able to yank them off.
Now that we were both naked, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. The feel of her heated body pressed against mine was far more exciting than anything I’d been through during the game.
I raked my hands down her back, cupping and squeezing her bottom while she roamed her hands down my arms. She was going to be the death of this boy if I couldn’t thrust my dick deep inside soon.
After a couple of minutes of exploring, I sensed our combined hunger was too great. I pushed her down, driving my legs between hers. The way she was looking at me was incredible, as if acknowledging that we were meant to be together.
And we were.
I hovered over her, both hands placed beside her head.
She was undulating on the covers, her long hair splayed out after ripping the ponytail holder away at some point during the chase.
She’d never looked so beautiful as she did at this moment.
Whether it was the warm glow of light, the sheen of perspiration on her porcelain skin, or the wild look in her eyes, she was magnificent.
And my cock was so hard that the tip was pressed into her stomach. There was no doubt given the wild look in her shimmering eyes that she loved it, crawling her long fingers down my heaving chest, curling them around the base of my dick.
Every sensation a man longed to feel was right there, my body shaking from both tension and a shot of adrenaline.
Fucking her was all I could think about, but I was trying to learn patience.
You didn’t go into a marriage acting like a Neanderthal, only taking what you wanted.
Men had to stroke and finesse their actions, so the woman was also pleased.
And here I’d thought I wasn’t relationship material.
She twisted her hand around the base of my dick, studying my reaction.
Her luscious lips had formed a perfect O, the amusement in her eyes far too adorable.
I wasn’t going to last long. There was no chance of making this romantic.
This was primal, two beasts in heat. She might not grow fur and sharp canines, but she had all the instincts of a female wolf.
Wild and wooly.
She laughed softly as she pumped up and down, her eyes opening wide when she was rewarded with a few pearl beads of pre-cum.
Raking her pinky through the opaque string, when she brought her finger to her lips, I watched in sheer awe the way her long eyelashes floated across her cheeks.
She was dazzling when she fucked with me.
And that’s what she was doing. Teasing me to state with no words that she was top dog.
We’d see about that.
As she savored my cum, I was forced to control my wolf. He was also hungrier than normal, likely after being chastised by opposing players who just didn’t understand him. But this was my night and this was my girl and he hadn’t been invited to the party.
“Delicious,” she murmured.
I was losing control.
“And so sweet.”
I couldn’t help but growl.
Which she seemed to like, even giggling as if hearing the gruff sound for the first time.
When she touched me again, running her finger around my cockhead, I couldn’t take it any longer.
My cock knew its way, finding her tight pussy without needing assistance. She jutted her hips up from the bed as soon as the tip was inside, using the shift in direction to drive my shaft in deeper.
“Be careful, bad bunny. You’re playing with fire.”
“You mean I’m playing with a wolf.” For the first time, it seemed she didn’t hate the idea.
That opened the floodgates and I thrust the remainder of my cock inside.
She jerked up, her moans filling the room, every touch of her skin igniting something dark and dangerous inside. I loved every second of it, especially with the way her eyes remained half closed.
As soon as I pulled out, she whimpered, reaching for me. With both her hands on my shoulders, it would seem she wasn’t taking no for an answer. She even placed emphasis on her desires by digging her nails into my skin. As if pain bothered me any longer.
Together, this was the moment when the mating truly began. It was all about knotting her before filling her with my seed. I could feel the shift in my cock, the fullness that tingled the thin stretch of skin surrounding my dick.
While I wasn’t immune to the desire to let it all hang out, I’d been trained from entering puberty what knotting meant. It was a big no-no unless I wanted a household full of pups.
Which up to this point I had not.
But now? Well, what would be wrong with a few rugrats running around?
I threw my head back, driving the last few inches inside. My God, her pussy was so hot, her muscles clamping down like a tight vise. I was a complete goner, losing all sense of control.
Why did I have a feeling Christine could sense my dire condition and was prepared to use it against me?
Because I knew how the girl thought. Yes, I could read certain thoughts running through her big brain, but our connection was even stronger than through mental tethering. Not that I could explain the science, but we just hit it off on all cylinders, including with our rough start.
The major difference in how I’d felt with every other chick?
There was a single word that kept floating through my mind.
Mine.
The possessiveness was real and if I wasn’t careful, the raging and completely off-centered hunger could tear me apart.
She wrapped her long legs around me, pulling me even closer. Together we rocked hard, moving the bed in such precision that when the headboard slammed against the wall, it did so as if following a metronome.
My mind was all over the place in trying to control the urge, the level of desire only increasing with every deep stroke.
She clawed at my arms, tossing her head back and forth. We were building to a frenzy and it was amazing, leaving me breathless and every muscle aching.
I thrust with long, deep strokes, filling her completely, but it didn’t seem to be enough for either of us.
So I rolled her over, forcing her on top.
Her laugh filled the room and she pressed her hands against my chest, kneading my skin like a cat would do. All while bucking against me like a wild animal.
The moment was fantastic and my vision was foggy from the extreme lust but watching her in the limited light and the way she enjoyed indulging in her primal side was spectacular.
Her long hair was draped across my chest and I hadn’t noticed the hint of copper in her dark curls until now. I was still in the process of discovery, learning nuances that should intrigue any man.
But I wasn’t just a man, something I felt the need to remind myself. She was still human.
Still vulnerable.
And very much my mate.
Maybe Saint had been right in that there was significant comfort in accepting things we couldn’t change. As if realizing my mind had wandered, she cupped my jaw, slowly lowering her head until she was able to capture my mouth.
All while bucking against me.
I was so enthralled by her taste that I hadn’t paid any attention that she’d yanked my arms over my head, pinning them to the bed. She thrust her tongue inside, refusing to allow mine to interfere.
And all while sliding up and down on my throbbing dick.
What a way to spend a night.
The bed continued to make noise, creaking much like the scattered moans erupting past the kiss. I was on fire much like she was, experiencing a level of current that shouldn’t be allowed. My wolf was fired up, rocking my world with desires to shift and hunt.
What an incredible feeling.
I could sense that her body was incapable of maintaining control, her muscles still clenching and releasing. She broke the kiss, rising to a sitting position as her body began to shake uncontrollably.
She still tried to keep my arms locked down, but she had no chance. I cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples between my fingers as she issued a sharp, cut-off scream.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
God, there was nothing sexier than a woman in the throes of pure ecstasy.
The moment continued, her eyes tightly closed and I could watch her for hours except for one little problem.
The way my body was aching, surging toward a need that had to be fulfilled. There was no other choice.
Yet one climax rolled into another, her body continuing to buck hard against mine. She was breathless, swinging her hair in wide circles. The woman was completely letting go.
Which would help make the knotting go smoothly.
Fuck, I was sweating like a pig, the need to do this, to finish our mating clouding my vision.
Whether she heard me or not, I was panting like a dog, even growling every few seconds.
While she seemed very much in control, I was losing my shit.
I couldn’t take it any longer, pushing her back and breaking the connection. My face must have held a wild, manic expression because her eyes opened wide.
Before she smiled. Even her eyes were glassy, completely unfocused, which made it that much easier to plant her onto all fours.
Now I cinched my eyes shut and allowed my wolf to surface just enough to know how best to handle the knotting. I plunged my cock into her pussy, gasping for air as soon as I did. My body was completely tense, emotions all over the place.
I had a firm grip on her hips, rocking into her slowly.
Deliberately.
She took a deep breath, tilting her head over her shoulder. “Something has changed. Am I right?”
Another growl left my throat and I opened my eyes, allowing those of my wolf to gaze back at her.
“Yes. Everything has changed. There is no turning back.”