Chapter 25
Christine
Everything.
No turning back.
The first word itself encompassed the world and everything in it.
The second three? As if the clock couldn’t be turned back on my desires or my life. My entire world had shifted on its axis.
Including the reality that shifters existed. How did I know? Because the stunning silver eyes that had been staring back at me were no longer entirely human.
And you know what?
I was fine with that.
All the idiots who thought shifters were out to eat people were laughable. And the garbage in social media about two huge cocks? Ridiculous.
Because shifters didn’t need two appendages. They were experts with one.
Holy shit, I’d never felt this way in my life.
Excited yet exhausted. Eager yet apprehensive. Filled yet unsatisfied.
The moment was wild and relentless, a savage coupling that I would remember for weeks to come.
Or until we had primal sex again.
I’d been in shock from the moment Steven had covered my mouth with his hand, keeping us protected from the prying eyes and invasive cameras of the reporters.
He’d told me only a tiny bit about the interview, but I’d read enough on social media to be incensed, hurt, and completely aroused. How was the combination even possible?
And seeing the comments made by the puck bunnies had pissed me off. He was mine.
There I went again, acting as if this mating thing was real.
But wasn’t it?
If this moment was any indication, I’d say we were becoming one entity.
His grip on my hips was so tight I knew I would bruise, but honestly, I just didn’t care. I was too hyped up, every inch of my skin electrified. There was magic in our passion. I felt it. My skin tingled from it. My pulse raced because of it.
And dear God, his cock felt much larger than before. How was that possible?
As the sound of skin slapping against skin permeated my eardrums, I stared straight ahead. We were both dripping with perspiration and it was impossible to keep from clawing the bed.
His growls were deep and guttural, floating around the room like some intense piece of music. The mischievous side of me wished there was a camera in the room. That would be a picture for the fans and my parents.
Every stroke was rougher than the one before until the brutal pounding was wild and completely unhinged.
Seeing stars, as his cock continued to expand, my breath was stripped away. Yet I didn’t care. I craved more. I bucked hard, meeting every pounding thrust and in those next few seconds, I was certain I would die of pleasure.
Something happened that brought a trickle of fear. His cock was swelling. There was no doubt about what was happening.
I was no dummy. I’d read my share of kinky books, the kind that some people would hide under the covers, never admitting to reading.
Knotting was a real thing.
Knotting equaled mating.
I wasn’t losing my mind.
Or if I was, what an incredible way to go.
There was pressure unlike anything I’d ever felt. I was full, so much so my moans were strangled. He slowed his rhythm yet filled me completely.
Now, as we rocked together, I only wished that I could look him and his wolf in the eyes.
Maybe the next time.
His body tensed, another growl setting the tone. And in the next few seconds, my pussy was filled completely and there was no doubt about the moment he erupted deep inside. He collapsed over me, holding me in place as he nuzzled his face into my ear.
When I felt his teeth grazing across the skin on my neck, I shuddered in his hold. “A love bite?”
“Just marking what belongs to me.”
“So how long does this last?”
He chuckled as if asking him was strange. “A few minutes. Just relax.”
There was something entirely wicked and wonderful about mating a wolf. But he hadn’t lied. In about fifteen minutes, his cock deflated and I was sad. Actually sad. How was that even possible?
When he disengaged, I hung my head, but I refused to beg for more. At least not yet.
“Stay right there,” he said in a far more dominating voice than before.
“What if I don’t?”
He laughed as he crawled off the bed. “Oh, you’ll learn. You will follow my rules.”
I threw my head over my shoulder, giving him ‘the look.’ “If you think you’re going to control me, you’re dead wrong.”
The grin on his face brought out his dimples. One of his best features. “Like I said. We shall see. Stay there.”
Toying with him felt just as freeing as the wild sex. Maybe I was sowing my wild oats a little late or maybe I was taking the fiancée bit a little seriously.
And in truth, being his mate wasn’t such a bad thing.
I was still in a drunken haze of sexual bliss and every woman should have a chance to feel so sensational.
But not with my man.
There I went again.
When he suddenly appeared with a belt from my closet, I glared at him. “What are you doing?”
“Well, you were eavesdropping on a private conversation for one thing. If we’d talked, you know, the communication I mentioned, it’s entirely possible we wouldn’t have had a misunderstanding. I think that deserves a good old-fashioned round of punishment.”
“Oh, I don’t think so.” I scrambled to crawl off the bed, but he was having none of it, yanking me backward. With his hand firmly planted around my long strands of hair, he maneuvered the belt until it was exactly the way he wanted.
I thought for certain the thin fake leather wouldn’t cause any pain whatsoever.
As I’d been with so many other aspects of my life. I was dead wrong. The pain was blinding in a way that kept me still for a few seconds. All I could do was concentrate on my breathing.
Steven wasn’t gentle either, cracking the belt against my sit spots. Finally, after the fourth smack, my body and mind willed themselves from the intense fog I’d been driven into.
“Ouch! Stop that.” As if my exclamation was going to do a damn thing.
It wasn’t.
He continued the spanking, bringing the belt down several times while I clawed at the sheets until the sound of something ripping could be heard.
What did I care at this point? The pain brought explosive jets scorching every inch of my skin while little specks of light created pinpricks in front of my eyes. My skin was on fire much like my pussy, the effects lingering in such a way I was still breathless with excitement.
On top of the agony, he was enjoying the hell out of himself. The man was whistling. Was he crazy?
He took his time marking me, adding a flair of the dramatic when he brought the strap down, as if the way he was marking me was an art form.
In an unexpected moment, the anguish shifted into something far too pleasurable, leaving me wet and horny.
Whatever was happening between us, I was strangely happier than I’d been in a long time. All because of a wolf.
After six more cracks of the belt, he tossed it aside, pushing me down and curling his body around mine.
Where he held me, keeping me close. It was funny how after sex before I’d always gotten so cold. I was still hot, and his body also was to the touch. But the warmth was everything I wanted and something I didn’t know I’d needed.
Several peaceful moments drifted by, the comfort of his body almost like a cocoon.
Yet this girl had so many questions running around in her mind.
“How often do you shift?”
He laughed. “I didn’t lie to you. About that anyway. I rarely shift. It’s not the same as when we were kids.”
“What happened when you were kids?”
“The pack used to have contests like human kids had softball games. Whoever was the fastest, strongest, and most virile was given a trophy.”
“Sounds like the Hunger Games.”
“Except we didn’t kill each other. At least not usually.” When I lifted my head, he snorted. “I’m kidding. We’re not savages, no matter what you might be thinking.”
I honestly wasn’t certain what I was thinking. Everything that had occurred over the last few hours had been surreal. Even with how close I felt to him, I had to remind myself that nothing lasted forever. Not friendships. Not relationships. Not lives. That was the terrible yet factual reality.
“Do you kill and eat animals?”
“Jesus. I didn’t realize you were planning on grilling me on shifter etiquette.”
I pulled out of his arms so I could look him in the eye. “If I’m going to be your mate, I guess I need to know these things. So if you go out some night after midnight, I won’t think you’re with another woman.”
He laughed and peered down at me, but seconds later his smile faded. “First of all, I don’t cheat. That has nothing to do with being a mate and don’t you pay any attention to the puck bunnies. My mama raised me right. Although she will tell you I’m not perfect.”
“Trust me. Humans aren’t either.”
“We hunt for sport sometimes. I’m not going to lie to you, but there’s no need to gather fresh roadkill for food any longer.”
“Ah, yes. Because you can easily purchase beef in the grocery stores.”
“That’s what my brother’s mate said. Yep. We can head on into Costco and purchase whatever we want. We even have careers.”
When he started tickling me, I pushed him away. “Stop. I’m being serious here. Aren’t there bad shifters?”
“Well, yeah. Of course there are. Just like humans.” He rolled over onto his back, crossing his arms behind his head. “Where are you going with all this?”
“Just curious.”
“Okay, look. As with any other species, we have our bad eggs. We’ve tried to handle them without human interference. We have our own laws, our own communities.”
“You mean packs and prides and…”
“You might find it interesting my parents live in a community association. They have friends. My dad plays golf. My mother shops too much. Dad is on the board of directors of his homeowner’s association and yes, many of his neighbors are shifters, but not all.”
“Just normal people.”
“With special attributes, yes.” The look of concern on his face was endearing.
“Do you live forever?” I don’t know why I was asking. I honestly wasn’t certain I wanted to hear the answer.