He said he’d make her sing; he did. She writhed under his mouth and hands. Like an unopened bud, she unfurled to the tune he played.
“Yes, like that. Let it all go.”
Drew was right. She understood the primal part her nature better than the complexities of making love in human form. Her were half was ready to mate and his touch made it impossible to maintain a balance.
Roused by the heated musky smell exuded by the man-wolf she was about to take as her lover, she relinquished her misplaced pride and all her inhibitions. Sabine gave her wild untamed side free rein.
Threading a hand through his hair, she pulled his mouth to hers.
To taste him fully, she suckled on his tongue as he’d done to her. She tasted the bitter coffee he’d sipped and the masculine spiciness that was the essence of him. The combination teased her palate. All Drew. All hers, her mate.
Sabine caressed him of her own volition for the first time. She touched his flat male nipples with the intention to tantalize him as much as he’d done to her. Exploring further, she ran her hand over his shoulder and curled her hand around the thick column of his neck. As she caressed the most vulnerable spot on a were’s body, he quaked under her touch.
Wanting to learn what he liked, she trailed her fingers delicately over the rim of his ear, down his neck and chest. Elated, he was as enthralled with her touch as she was with his. Sabine slipped her other hand beneath the waistband of his trousers and cupped his bare rear end. Sabine kneaded his butt, Drew grunted and his hips arched reflexively. Encouraged, Sabine touched him everywhere her hands could reach.
To her surprise, it gave her pleasure just to touch him. Her claws slid out from her fingertips. She raked them lightly down the skin on his back and smirked when he ground his pelvis against hers.
The characteristics of the alpha wolf in Drew drifted across his face. His eyes lit with the rings that marked him as a were, and his lips pulled back over lethally extended fangs. He buried his nose into the crook of her neck. Ardent possessive growls rumbled up from his chest.
Sabine quivered when the raspy length of his tongue swirled over her flesh. The tips of his fangs clamped into her neck for one fraught moment before he released her. Drew reared back and shook his head. “Don’t do anything to entice the wolf to come out,” he bit out tautly. “You have no idea how much keeping my word to you is costing me.”
Yes, Sabine recognized the strain he was under, but how could she not touch him? Wanting his mark on her to satisfy her inner were had become a raging need that her whole being demanded.
Drew’s thighs widened to spread her legs further. Sabine eased her hips forward, seeking more of him. She loved the weight of his body on hers. The straining muscles in his legs wedging hers apart, the bulk of his cock wedged between her folds and the way the silky cloth of his pants glided over her clit made her tremble.
A gasp escaped from her when he pulled back and lowered his head to suckle on the tight nub atop her breast.
“Now, take me now.” With an inborn instinct, she slid her thighs up to widen the juncture between her thighs.
Sabine offered herself to Drew, freely, without reservations. No pride-filled barriers, or duty-driven demands came between them. Just a were and his mate. A man and woman who wanted each other in this moment, that was all that mattered.
In tense anticipation, she waited for him to push away his pants and thrust into her. Drew shook his head and rolled over on to his side, taking her with him.
Facing her, he murmured in a strangled groan, “You’re nowhere near ready for me.” Drew lifted one of her legs and set it on his hip. “We need you moister, to ease my way. More aroused, that you will welcome me, even if there is a little discomfort.” His agile fingers parted the folds of her vagina. “Why don’t you let me play with your pretty pussy a bit?”
Sabine blushed at his crude euphemism.
“Don’t you use that word?” he taunted.
“Even uncouth Silverwolves are aware of it.” She curled her lip remembering Jules’s insult.
“Let’s see about that. How about, cunt?” She glared at him, “No, too crude?” He deliberately misinterpreted the reason behind her glower. “How about…cleft, slit, road to paradise?” Sabine undulated, in response to his caresses. “Hmm, I do believe you’re getting wetter. You love to hear the words.”
“I don’t know where you got that idea from.” Heat spread across her cheek to her consternation.
“Okay, let’s disprove my theory.” He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “First, I’m going to slide my fingers up and down the furrow of your pussy to get you ready for me.” Drew mimicked his words with the action. “Then I’m going to play with your little pearl.” He brushed the callused pad of his thumb over her clitoris.
“Or shall we call it a clit, a personal favorite of mine,” Drew informed her hoarsely. She was glad she wasn’t the only one affected.
Sabine felt the bud at the apex of her labia emerge from its hood under his coaxing. Drew milked moisture from her with the unhurried play of his fingertips over the nerve-rich tissues. The slow insertion of his finger into her was delicious. He added a second digit, and her muscles clamped down on them greedily. Inch by inch, he worked his fingers into her, each inward stroke more pleasurable than the last. Readying her passage for him, he flexed his fingers in a scissor like motion.
“I think you’ll like it if I wedge my cock where my fingers are.” He removed his fingers, pushed down his waistband, and nudged the swollen head of his member between the folds of her vagina. He slid it along the length of her cleft, in slow taunting increments. “When you’re wet enough to take me inside you, I’m going to sink it into you to the hilt.”
A gush of fluid erupted from her to coat the knob pressed into her yielding tissues.
All she could do was close her eyes and moan.
It took a lot of effort, but she gathered her scattered thoughts and managed to croak out, “I think you’ve made your point.”
“Oh yes I did.” He affirmed with a strangled groan.
She gripped his upper arms convulsively.
Sabine buried her face into his bare chest and drew in the musky scent of him. Her calf tensed on Drew’s hip and pulled him closer. “Please, you have to do something.”
“Do you rush head first into everything? You know foreplay should be enjoyed, drawn out to heighten the experience.”
Drew traced the outline of her lower lip with his tongue and he bit down on it. The sharp nip pushed her to the edge of a desperation she couldn’t comprehend. Sabine’s body quaked and a sweet ache eddied out from the spot where Drew caressed as bliss rippled through her body.
Sabine pulled at Drew’s shoulders. “If you don’t take me now, I swear…I’ll take you.”
Drew reached down and touched the spot where their genitals were connected. He dipped his fingers into the fluids pooled around the tip of his shaft. “Ahh yes, I do believe you’re wet, aching, and ready for me.”
“You knew very well what you’re doing to me and what the end results would be,” Sabine snarled at him. If he didn’t do something to douse the fire he built in her soon, she’d injure him permanently.
Drew grabbed a pillow, hiked up her hips and slid it under her bottom. “Well, you’re ready now aren’t you, so needy all you can think of is me, sliding into you. That’s what I was waiting for.” Drew shoved his pants down his legs. He couldn’t kick them off fast enough. In his haste, they tangled around his ankles. Drew let out a string of curses, ripping the garment to free himself.
At least she wasn’t the only one eager to consummate their union.
He hung over her on his hands and knees. “I’ve exercised the patience of Job waiting for this moment. Now you are mine to take.”
His muscled thighs brushed the quivering tendons in her inner thighs and a ripple of edgy need coiled in the center of her core.
The harsh sound of their combined pants reverberated th
rough the room. Sabine spread her legs wider. Seeing her provocative pose, Drew’s hips flexed, his lance dipped and swayed, influenced by its heaviness and rigidity.
She took hold of him and nestled his manhood on her palm. Its weight delighted her. Hot and inflexible, she knew it would assuage the need he’d brought to life deep within her.
Raised veins stood out under the taut skin encasing his shaft. The knob was dampened with translucent fluid, seeping from the small slit atop it, making the texture of the crown satiny and slick under her fingers.
Drew wrapped his hand around hers and tilted his pelvis forward. Together they guided his cock between her labia and set the glistening head at her virginal entrance.
“Tell me to take you again.” He flexed his hips. The head of his shaft slid up and down her cleft.
He’d want the words welcoming him into her and she didn’t blame him. She’d been a bag of contradictions, blowing hot and cold. Well she was an inferno now. “Mate with me, Drew,” she said formally. Her request held a hint of primness, something Sabine didn’t feel.
Sabine wrapped her arms around his torso, pulled him on her, and eased her hips up. The snug ring of muscles at her opening pulsed against the tip of his cock.
The masculine wolfish grin on Drew’s face was all were.
Drew pressed forward with shallow thrusts. He retreated in barely perceptible increments, to delve deeper. The silky smoothness of his cock slid with greater ease into her with each lunge, soothed and aroused her more with each short thrust. She got her first taste of why men and women risked life and limb to gorge themselves on the pleasures found in a lover’s arms.
Throwing his head back, Drew growled through gritted teeth, “Fuck it, I can’t hold on for much longer. Either way this is going to hurt.”
Drawing out, he lunged back into her, breaching her maidenhead. Sabine twisted to get away from the sharp stab of pain, but Drew held her in place.
The stretching and the awareness of being filled by the forward-moving bulk elicited a high-pitched shriek from Sabine. She shot an admonishing glare up into the strained face of her mate. How could something feel so blissful one moment and excruciating the next?
“Easy, the worst is over now.” Drew’s member rested deep inside her, throbbing with virile power.
The soreness receded and her awareness of his feathery pubic hair grazing over her clitoris and her labial folds grew.
Drew ground his pubic bone against hers and rocked his hips from side to side. “Better?” He sank further into her. The weight of his sac rested heavily on her butt.
“Yes, it’s much better.” Involuntarily, Sabine heaved her hips up. Tremors ran in never ending ripples through her lax legs resting on either side of his hips.
Sabine gasped and slid her hands under his arms. She spread one hand on the bunched tendons below his shoulder and the other on the small of his back.
Drew paused for a second, reared his pelvis back and plunged inward.
Her channel gripped him with undulating spasms, in ever-tightening circles.
His eyes focused on her face, he asked softly, “Are you in any pain?
Sabine shook her head.
No, she wasn’t, not anymore. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. Unable to speak, she lifted her hips to meet Drew’s pelvis. It was the most natural thing in the world to do. She followed her inclination and flexed her hips in the same flowing motion as his. Together they set a rhythm. It gave her such a depth of pleasure to meet him thrust for thrust.
Drew sent the distended head of his cock into her snug sheath with long slow lunges. Her spasming flesh clung to him, milking and secreting cream, which eased the way for the next stroke. On each retreat, the muscles within her contracted and pulsed craving his return. Every time, he gave her what she needed and surged back into her.
She’d never conceived that her body and mind could be this wrapped up in giving and receiving pleasure.
He raked the edge of his teeth over her jaw line and covered the spot under her earlobe with his open mouth. The moist heat combined with slow swipes of his rough tongue pulled a husky moan from her. He worked his way down to the area where he’d place his mate’s mark and she shuddered. She’d always remember the heat and fervent suction of his mouth there. He’d marked her in his own way.
She writhed when he clamped his mouth over the sensitive knot of nerves in the side of her neck and suckled rapaciously. Neither the rhythmic pistoning of his hips nor the suction on the crook of her neck wavered, and she shuddered under his double assault.
Every sinew and nerve in Sabine tautened with a wrenching bliss; her orgasm rolled over her in explosive bursts. “Drew!”
Back arched, with every muscle straining, Drew planted his cock into her depths, and his seed jetted into her. The fluid spurts pulled her body taut and had her shuddering all at once. Her senses swam in a cloud of blinding ecstasy, which obliterated everything around her but Drew. All she was aware of was his scent, the heat of his mouth on her neck and the mass of his lance spearing into her with short jerky lunges.
The rapture of their first shared orgasm hit her with delirious voluptuousness. Drew delivered on his promise and everything in her sang.
Chapter Eighteen
Sabine let out a sigh and stretched languidly. Every muscle in her body hummed with the sweet aches brought on by total repletion. She grinned and figuratively hugged the wonder of Drew’s lovemaking to her chest. She’d always believed a woman knew how much stimulation her skin, breasts and clitoris needed to bring her to acute state of arousal.
The orgasms she’d achieved on her own paled in comparison to the brilliant bursts of pleasure she’d found in her mate’s arms. Drew—Sabine purred his name in her mind like an invocation. He’d certainly made her body sing, as he’d promised.
She’d drifted off into a light doze after he’d introduced her to the joys of being made love to by a man, by him. Drew seduced her from slumber to alert neediness with his mouth on her breast.
She loved the possessive, voracious way he suckled on her nipples. Drew had taken his own sweet time to excite and torment her to the brink of mindlessness. Using his long raspy tongue to lap at every inch of her body, he sensitized her to his lightest touch, until she quivered under him like a bird in shock.
Sabine submerged herself in the new sensations Drew awakened with each flick and swipe. It was better than any adrenaline-driven hunt, when all her perceptions were at their most acute.
He welcomed her exploratory caresses, quivered under her touch when she discovered the places on his body that heightened his arousal. She’d taken him into her and he’d howled out in pleasure, calling her name over and over again.
She did that to him and for him. The feminine pride she felt in achieving that widened her grin. Why was she so proud of that? Deep down she wanted to be more to him than Christa had been, though she’d never admit it aloud.
What they shared suddenly felt like a bear-trap, which had snapped shut. It was going to be hellish to free herself from its hold. She wanted his mark on her and that need was not something that was going to go away. It would grow.
“I can almost hear your mind whirling from over here. You’re going to find ways to complicate what we shared, aren’t you?” Drew’s sleep-roughened voice rumbled above her head.
Sabine turned over to face him. Streaks of the late afternoon sunlight filtered through the shaded windows to cast a corona around him. Drew’s disheveled hair framed his lean face. His warm brown eyes studied her.
“It’s already a thorny mess,” she whispered uncertainly.
Drew slid across the mattress, levered himself up to stare down at her. “Only if you allow it to be. We have enough to contend with without you erecting an unnecessary barrier between us. Relax. Everything will fall into place. I have a plan.” He slung one muscled thigh over her hips, trapping her.
“And I suppose you have a plan for everything.” Her pulse jumped when Drew
slid his wide palm across her stomach.
“Just about.” He nuzzled her neck and she arched into him. “All I’m saying is, enjoy this respite. When the shit hits the fan we’re going to hunt the Redmavens until this is over.” He moved his finger down the bridge of her nose to tap the tip. “For someone who professes to be more in tune with the wolf side of her psyche, you analyze everything like a human.”
“I’ve never had these kinds of problems before, and you seem to make everything more complicated.” She huffed out a heavy sigh and glowered at him. “You never mentioned that your pack was so large.”
An unapologetic grin spread across his face. “I didn’t want to scare you off. They’re a good pack, Sabine, they’ll welcome you,” Drew suggested gently. “Accept what is offered freely, a strong clan that will help you to preserve your heritage. It might help if you try to forget some of those rigid rules you’ve lived by.”
Accept and forget? It would be the easiest route to take. Even now, with the flesh between her thighs still throbbing to remind her that they’d mated through the night, her vow to her father intruded. It opened cracks in the cocoon she’d insulated herself in as she wallowed in her newfound awareness of her sexuality.
To disturb her further, the fragrance of their combined spoors lingering in the room permeated her senses. Sabine involuntarily opened her mouth to catch the scent on her tongue. She relished the sharp tang of Drew’s potency mingling with her own familiar scent.
It gave her a hint of the essence of the cub they would create together. The yearning for their child seeped through her, to settle with a hollowness in the pit of her belly. The primeval instinct to propagate her race roused the she-wolf within her. Could he tell? Taste her need for him on the air?
Sabine turned onto her back to look up to meet Drew’s probing eyes. His expression slowly changed to one she’d come to recognize.
His eyes heated up with desire, for her, and she hoped only for her. Yes, he could smell her need. The warm regard she saw shining from his eyes would die if she attempted to take his cub, but she needed a child for her pack, she thought with growing desperation.
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