“Ethan,” she gasped, out of breath. “Please…” Please no more she wanted to say but when he paused, she wanted to scream, Don’t stop, don’t you dare to stop. Oh, no, don’t you fucking dare!
Ethan growled like a feral beast, drowning her silent protest. “A bit more, sweet, I’m almost there…”
More? What more? Sookie head spun. I can’t… Oh God. He’s crazy if he thinks he can shove—
Her scream died in her throat.
He had pushed in the last inch without warning, filling her beyond full. His cock completely sheathed inside her.
She couldn’t breathe for a second. Her mind sank in oblivion. God. Jesus. Santa Claus. I haven’t been a good girl this year, but this…this is too much. Her train of thought was short-lived when she watched his face. Such bliss. Ultimate pleasure. Do you feel what I feel? That heat. The tightness. The sensation of two souls becoming one. He penetrated her so deeply she could feel him in places she’d never thought possible.
He pulled her against him, grinding the base of his erection against her vulva as if he was seeking a deeper penetration.
Impossible, she thought. He’s nuts if he thinks…
Ethan planted a slanted kiss on her mouth, then let his lips set against hers. “You’re mine, Susan, and no one else’s.”
Her head moved in agreement before she could digest it thoroughly. On second thought, it wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
It felt so right.
As if it was meant to be.
She was his and he was hers.
Bound together.
Forever.
Chapter Five
There was no word to describe the sensation he felt, mating with his true mate. Her pussy was slicked wet and so goddamn fucking tight, a sliver of worry floated at the back of his mind. Her exquisite heat and the scent of her arousal enveloped him, making him, quite truthfully, high. This woman was catnip if he were a feline variety. Cocaine to a junky. A plump and moist red velvet cupcake to a sugar addict.
With her everything was completed. Nothing else mattered.
He kissed her greedily while planting both palms on her lush hips. She nipped back at his lower lip and tongue, eyes never left him.
He pulled his cock out ever so slowly. Her pussy clung and made wet suction noises. The friction was incredible. Sinful almost. Then, when his tip about to leave her opening, he pushed it back in until that wet heaven of her pussy swallowed him home once again.
Christ, he thought, so this is how it feels mating with a bonded. No wonder wolves would suffer if they forsook their true mates. Like his parents’ marriage. His father and mother had found their own true mates before they ever met, but they chose to forsake it because of their duties to the pack and their noble houses. Ethan remembered how miserable the two of them were together. On many occasions, his parents couldn’t stand each other.
That wouldn’t happen with him and Susan.
Their union would be different.
He stroked her hair as he fucked her gently. Getting himself familiar with her body. Finding their own rhythm of lovemaking. Slowly, he gushed his breath through clenched teeth. It took herculean willpower not to go wild with her like his wolf demanded. She was only a woman. A female human wasn’t built like a female werewolf.
She clung to him like a child who was afraid to be left behind. “Ethan…”
“You okay?”
“Uhm, yes, I think?”
Ethan quickened his pace. The pleasure she gave him tested the endurance of his self-restrain.
“Ethan…”
“Yes, beautiful?”
It just dawned on him that she was at the verge of orgasm. He fucked her slightly harder, angling it upward to hit her special spot. “Come for me, Susan. Come on my cock.”
Her eyes widened. Moans turned to groans. He thrust once. Twice. She came. Hard. Her body shook as her pussy gripped him impossibly tightly. The tremor radiated from her core enough to make him lose control. But luckily, he regained it at the very last second. He stopped thrusting as a backlash of pleasure unexpectedly ambushed him. He couldn’t believe it. He could feel her orgasm. It almost made him shoot his load.
Laughing shakily, Ethan discovered another surprising fact about mating with his bonded. He heard often that a pair of bonded had been known to fuck each other’s brains out for hours until they both collapsed in exhaustion.
“Again?” he inquired.
She only bit her lip and smiled coyly.
God, she was driving him mad.
He crushed her lips with a greedy, starving, kiss. She kissed him back just as ravenously until she stopped for air.
She smiled again. “You’re still hard…”
“You don’t think you can finish me up that easily, do you? I plan to fuck you all night long.” Her eyes blazed with fire when he repeated, “All. Night. Long.”
Wow, she mouthed silently. She didn’t mind, though.
Christ, woman, he sighed in desperation. You tempt me. There’s a dire consequence when you dare to tempt a big bad wolf, little girl.
With a strangled voice, he withdrew from her. His cock was heavy and throbbing. His balls also throbbed. They hurt like fucking hell. For now. But soon. He intended to make himself last. “Undress me,” he commanded.
She snapped her attention from her thigh where their juices dripped from her pussy. Ethan groped her and collected her juice and licked his fingers dry. The essence of her femininity burned his lust into a different high.
She unbuttoned his shirt and undid the top clasp of his trousers he didn’t bother to undo. He shrugged his shirt off, letting it fall on the floor with a soft whisper. His pants fell to his ankles. She pulled the rest of his briefs down. Ethan kicked his shoes off. His socks came next.
She watched him with lust in her eyes. “You are beautiful, Ethan.”
“So are you.”
He scooped her from the desk and carried her to bed. He deposited her in the middle of the bed. She sprawled like some innocent offering to some perverted deity. The wolf within him was more restless by the second. This woman was lust incarnated in flesh. Ripe and willing for the taking. His. The one and only.
Ethan crawled on top of her, giddy with anticipation. He looked her over with critical eyes. The huff of heavy exhalation prickled his ears and drew his gaze from her chest to her face and back to her throat. The longer his eyes remained there, the more he thought about everything that came with the movement. The rushing of the blood, the complete helplessness of total exposure, and in this case, the immense amount of trust that came with it.
She reached for his face, caressing day-old stubble. “Take me, Ethan. I’m ready.”
The animal inside him howled and he was lost.
His tongue darted at the sensitive spot in hardly a blink of an eye, lapping hungrily at her throat. The tension of muscles, the quickening pulse, the taste of her skin made his canines itch and before long, he was dragging them along. He bit and nipped hungrily, but always, offered a series of apologetic laps just after. He found her shoulder and bit her there, momentarily forgetting his strength.
She cried out. Her back arched hard, a sharp gasp following. Ethan pulled away enough to quickly lick and comfort the bite, each stroke growing a bit slower as she calmed.
He pulled away and took another close look at her. Her big doe eyes were wide, her lips parted, but the way she stared up at him was desperate, begging him to go on. This time, he planted softer kisses at her jaw and throat.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled his words in her ear. Apparently that was her erogenous zone because she shivered like a trembling leaf. So Ethan licked the shell of her ear and nibbled on the spot behind it while he recited things that he was going to do to her. She moaned deliriously in delicious, tiny, huffing chuffs that fueled his appetite and made him even hungrier.
Ethan licked his lips. The memory of her taste was still potent upon them. But this time, it wasn’t that par
ticular taste he wanted. He rolled her onto her stomach, hands at her hips. He pressed his nose to the lowest part of her back then let his tongue out to run up her spine, taking in the scent and taste both.
His saliva left a cold trail up her back and it made her shiver hard enough that a moan was forced out as well. “Ethan,” his name followed the shuddering moan. “Oh, God, Ethan, yes.”
In reply, he grasped her hair, pulled her head to the side, and buried his face into the crook of her neck and shoulder. A sharp, hissing breath rushed through his nose and filled his lungs with her redolent scent.
Gently, he ground his erection against her plump ass. She was aware of it and instinctively rocked her hips and begged him to take her again.
Ethan spread her thighs apart and guided his cock into her waiting warmth. He pushed in. The familiar tightness welcomed him. Jesus. He clenched his teeth. Too good. Too fucking good. With a growl, he thrust his whole erection in.
She yelped.
“Does it hurt? Sorry.”
“Yes. No. Oh fuck, no. Fuck me, Ethan.”
Her reaction made him want to ravage her here and now. She mewled over and over, jerking back against him with the same growing desperation and anticipation.
He grasped her wrists and gripped them tightly then plunged into her with more force than he had the first time.
Her response was something between a pleasure squeal and a scream. “Fuck. I’m so full.”
“You can take me just fine. We just have to do it more often so you can get used to it.”
She made a noise that sounded like a laugh and a moan.
He cooed softly as he fucked her in steady thrusts. “That’s it, beautiful. Relax. Don’t fight it. I promise you only pleasure.”
She did relax and caught on the rhythm. She eagerly thrusted back against him to meet his strokes.
“Susan…” he growled. Ethan tightened his fist on her hair, a low, constant grunt emanating from the depth of his chest. She was well-lubricated now and it made it easier for him to pump faster. Fuck. It felt so fucking good he almost couldn’t help himself to ravage her. He pounded harder. Faster.
Deeper.
She cried out, her hands twisting tightly in the sheet. Her cheeks pressed against the mattress as she chanted his name deliriously.
Ethan was far beyond speech by now. Little by little he surrendered to his inner beast.
“Yes, yes,” she hoarsely screamed. Her head came up the bed, turning sideways, eyes frozen in ecstasy. Judging from her reaction, she was entirely absorbed in this animalistic mating, content to give herself over, body and soul for him.
He grunted. Her submission acted like fuel to flame. He ground and fucked and pounded her with sheer force. Her sweet, prey-like whimper only urged him to fuck her harder. Her pulsing, searing heat around his cock woke something deep inside that he’d never experienced so acutely, so intensely and he couldn’t get enough of it.
Even as he gripped her hips and roared in ecstasy, pumping his thick seed into her, he found himself absorbed in the action alone, his orgasm coming in distant second to the feeling of being so thoroughly joined and mated. His hips seemed to have designs of their own and didn’t even begin to slow down until he drew back from the mind-shattering climax. It was only once he filled her twice more that he began to come down from the frenzy, slowly sliding back and slipping from her.
Bathed with sweat and musk, he eased into the bed beside her. He pulled her limp form into his arms.
She perspired from head to toe, but even then, she still looked so goddamn beautiful. She whispered something but no sound came out. He understood her just fine.
He stroked her hair and gave her a sweet, light, butterfly kiss on her eyelid. At that very moment, he was so consumed with strong emotion that he was sure he couldn’t live without her. Love. Need. More love. It filled every fiber of his being that it almost shook him to his knees.
Ethan kissed her one more time and told her what he really felt.
Chapter Six
Sookie woke up the next morning way past noon in an empty bed with a sore body and even more sore pussy. She heard noise from beyond the bedroom door like someone was busy with the stove. Ethan had been up for quite some time. His side of the bed was cold. She rolled there and sniffed the sheet where his scent was the strongest.
Ethan…
She couldn’t help grinning like an idiot. Ethan was… He just… wow. Who knew a guy like him could be such a magnificent lover? And now, he was hers.
She hoisted herself into a sitting position and groaned. Ugh. She was sticky with dried sweat and semen on her thighs. Her pussy was still throbbing and felt like his dick was somehow still inside her. She hadn’t had a lay in long time, her body must somehow have re-virginized itself. Hah! Silly. But too much fucking can’t be a good thing and now I’m paying the price. I’m surprised I still can walk. She staggered to her feet and trudged her way to the bathroom. She did her womanly business then washed her face in the sink. When she looked in the mirror she saw a disheveled woman staring back. Now, that is a well-fucked woman, she thought. A wicked part of herself cackled maniacally.
When she was able to compose herself she noticed something else. The heavy burning that crushed her chest since the graveyard fiasco had vanished. Sookie put her hand on her breast. I’m no longer alone. I have someone who I can lean on, depend on. Someone I can trust to face all my problems together. We will be fine. Jesse and I and Ethan. Soon we can live a normal life again and happily ever after.
She decided to take a shower and wash her hair. Ethan had provided her with generic clothing to wear. She slipped into fresh pair of panties, a cotton shirt that was rather tight on the chest, and a pair of jeans that fit surprisingly comfortably. She brushed her teeth and fixed herself decently without makeup. She wished she had some so she wouldn’t look like a corpse warmed over.
Sookie tidied up the bedroom and changed the sheets with fresh ones she found in the linen closet. Ethan came in with a tray of food as soon as she put the sheet in the hamper.
“You’re up,” Ethan remarked. “And here I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed.”
“I’m still surprised.”
He kissed her on the lips. “Morning, beautiful. Don’t you look scrumptious?”
She was giddy from his compliment.
The smell of the food made her stomach growl. Suddenly she was terminally famished. The wild sex last night had burned massive energy. A few more sex romps like that and she was sure she could lose a third of her body weight. “Sorry,” she said, embarrassed about the growling stomach.
“Why? I’m glad you’re hungry. You need to replenish your energy. Eat up.” Ethan uncovered the platter. He had made her scrambled eggs, a medallion of filet mignon cooked rare, crispy bacon, breakfast sausages and lightly buttered toast. There was a cup of homemade strawberry jam, a glass of orange juice and a mug of black coffee.
“Wow.” Sookie was extremely impressed. “Where’s your plate?”
He waved, “Don’t worry about it.”
“I didn’t know you could cook so well. You’re a keeper. Don’t tell me you can whip up some fancy gourmet food too.”
“I could try.”
“You mean you don’t cook often?”
“No. I always stay in a hotel or eat out when I’m out of town. We have cooks in Lunar Manor. They didn’t like me in the kitchen. Don’t ask why.”
“So, this is a special occasion then?”
“Yes. It’s a big deal for a wolf to feed his mate. We don’t just do this with any female. It’s an old custom. The pack alpha always let his mate eat first, especially when she’s with pup.”
“That’s kind of romantic.” Sookie grabbed a fork. “Thank you for the food, Ethan.”
“Dig in. You look like you need plenty of replacement nourishment from last night.”
“Hmm. I wonder whose fault is that?”
“How can you say that when you’re
the one who can’t keep your hands off me?”
Sookie punched him playfully. He captured her hand and kissed it.
“Eat all of it if you can. You must take care of your health carefully from now on. Especially for our future pups.”
Her hand froze. Ethan wanted to have children with her, there was no doubt about it. Her cheeks heated. She had wanted a family too. A family just like her parents had. She often fantasized how good life was before that accident tore them apart. Mom, Dad, John, and Jesse. The good old days.
“Pups?” Sookie repeated.
He watched her indulgently. “Of course, pups. You will bear me my heirs.” He threw a knowing smile at her belly. “If you haven’t already.”
What? Uh-oh. They didn’t use any protection last night and she wasn’t on birth control. It didn’t even cross her mind at all last night because she was so horny. With her love life practically non-existent, she’d forgone it altogether for the past few years. Birth-control cost money and she’d rather buy groceries or pay bills with the little money she had.
Ethan couldn’t possibly know it right away, could he? But again, he wasn’t an ordinary man. Maybe this werewolf had his way of knowing things that normal humans didn’t.
“Maybe,” Sookie said, shoveling a big chunk of egg into her mouth, putting the thought about a baby wolf at the back of her mind right then. There were other things more important than—
Oh my! The eggs were delicious. This was better than her cooking and she prided herself as a pretty good cook. She motioned that the food was da bomb. Ethan kept watching her eat with a cryptic smile on his face the whole time.
She ended up finished the whole thing because he insisted. She was ready for a nap from being stuffed. They moved to the kitchen. Ethan made them coffee while she washed the dishes. After that, they sat by the table, enjoying the coffee. Ethan wasn’t a breakfast kind of guy. Coffee was enough to sustain him until lunch, and often, dinner.
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