by Cara Morgan
“It’s not. There’s only one thing that I want right now, and you know what it is.”
He leaned forward and nipped at the top of her breast. When she yelped, he smiled at her. “We talk first. Have you ever had sex with a man?”
“No.” She was a twenty-year-old virgin. Eli was only the second man she’d ever kissed, and her first kiss had been five years ago while she was still in high school. It wasn’t easy getting close to people when you had secrets like hers. “I was always afraid I’d lose control of the wolf.”
“You don’t have to be afraid of what you are, not with me. You won’t shift during sex, if that’s what you were worried about, but that doesn’t mean you won’t feel the wolf under your skin. Let her join us. My wolf will be there too. There’s no reason to try to shut them out.” He smiled, and it was like the sun breaking out from behind the clouds. “I don’t think we could keep them out of this if we tried.”
He spread his legs, forcing her thighs wider and opening her to his touch. A shiver ran over her skin and she moaned softly. Good God, he felt amazing. Everything about him. It was like he’d been made especially for her.
His hands were big, strong and capable. His thick fingers should have felt rough against her sensitive flesh, but he was so very gentle, parting her folds and teasing the moisture from her body to ease his way.
He rested his head on her chest, his hair a soft tickle against her skin. He looked down at her body as he stroked her, gently circling her clit but never putting any pressure on it. She tried to push against his hand, but her position didn’t give her much leverage.
“You’re so wet,” he said in a rough voice. “Your clit all ripe and swollen. You were hurting, here in this cabin all alone, weren’t you?”
“Still. Hurting.”
He eased a single finger inside of her. She clenched around him, and he hissed. “You’re so damn tight.”
“Sorry.”
He laughed, though there was a note of desperation to the sound. “Don’t be sorry, sweetheart. I don’t want you sorry about anything, but definitely not about this. I’ll get you ready for me. Does this feel good?”
“So good.”
He withdrew slightly and then pressed deeper. It soothed the ache inside of her, but it wasn’t nearly enough. She needed more. When she began to move against him, he slid a second finger inside her.
She squirmed, and he kissed the side of her breast. “You’re doing fine sweetheart. God, you’re so beautiful like this. Your smell is driving me crazy, did you know that? I can’t wait to taste you right here.”
He circled her clit with his thumb and she groaned, rocking her hips to take more of him. He curled his fingers, stretching her, dragging his fingertips along the inner wall of her pussy. When he tried to add a third finger, her body tightened, resisting the intrusion.
“Let me in, Maggie.”
Two of his big fingers filled her completely. A third wasn’t going to work.
“It’s too much.”
“It’s not. I know how big my cock is, sweetheart. You can take it. I know you can.”
Turning his head, he caught her nipple between his teeth and pulled it into his mouth. Her hips jerked, sinking down to press against him. He slipped the third finger inside of her in a sweet sliding burn, and she stilled. He withdrew slightly, and when he pushed back inside, she decided that three fingers were just fine. Perfect. Well, almost perfect anyway. Now that he’d mentioned his cock, she wanted to see for herself if it was really as big as he said it was. If it would fill her up the same way as his fingers.
“That’s it.” He lifted his head from her breast. “Put your hands on my shoulders. Ride my hand. I’ll take care of you.”
His eyes fixed on her, dark and hungry, gleaming yellow with wolflight. She knew that if she looked in the mirror now her eyes would be glowing too. A normal human virgin would probably be scared to be the focus of such openly carnal attention, but Maggie wasn’t scared at all. Seeing the wolf so plainly on his face unlocked a door inside her that she normally had to keep sealed shut. Eli was a wolf just like her, and she didn’t have to hold anything back.
She liked his eyes on her. She liked his too-big, too-hard body. And she liked the wild light in his eyes as he pumped his hand into her pussy. She liked the growl that rose in his throat when she took charge and began to ride him.
His wolf trembled beneath his skin, that slight blurring shiver that always accompanied a change. He’d said they wouldn’t shift during sex, that it was okay for her to let go, and she trusted him. More than that, her wolf trusted him, and her wolfy side had always had better instincts about people than her human half. Her wolf looked at Eli and said “mate.”
The motion of his hand became rougher and more insistent. Instinctively, she tried to squeeze her thighs together, but Eli didn’t allow that. He kept her spread wide. His fingers sliding smooth and deep. He seemed to know just how to touch her, reading the responses of her body and adjusting his pace and pressure to drive her closer and closer to the edge. His thumb slicked through her folds and moved over her clitoris with a light touch. Gentle and sure, the perfect amount of pressure at exactly the right time.
Her orgasm came upon her in a deep powerful rush. She dug her nails into Eli’s heavy shoulders and dropped her head back as her body clenched around Eli’s fingers buried inside her. He pressed his open mouth to her exposed throat and continued to pump his hand. She felt the scrape of his teeth, but he didn’t break the skin. A growl rumbled from his chest, low and satisfied. It passed from his body into hers and made her entire body tremble.
When it was over, she sagged against him, panting. Eli stroked her back and whispered soothing words to her—about how beautiful she was and how he couldn’t wait to come inside her. When she recovered enough to speak, she lifted her head. His eyes were still wolf bright and his face was flushed with desire. His body as taut as a predator ready to pounce. Holding her gaze, he lifted his hand to his mouth and licked her juices from his fingers. She shivered, surprised to find that her orgasm hadn’t even taken the edge off of her desire for him.
“I want your clothes off,” she said, her voice hoarse and rough. It wasn’t a voice she recognized and she thought she’d never been so close to her wolf while still fully in her human form.
He smiled at the demand and stood, lifting her into his arms and then depositing her on the bed. “As my mate commands.”
She propped herself on her elbows to watch Eli undress. He stripped quickly, the tension vibrating from his body a palpable thing. She drank in the sight of him. He reached over his shoulder and pulled his shirt over his head and then shucked off his jeans with careless haste. Her mouth went dry. Black hair dusted his chest and narrowed to a line running down the tightly rippled muscles of his abdomen. His biceps were thick, his thighs powerful and strong. His cock was… She swallowed hard. His cock was uncut, perfectly shaped and proportional to the rest of him. Big. More than three fingers big, was her guess. No wonder he’d wanted to prepare her to accept him. A shadow of fear must have shown on her face, because Eli reached for her gently, cupping her jaw and lifting her gaze back to his face.
“I won’t hurt you, sweetheart. We’ll take this as slow as you need it to be. Let your wolf come out to play again. She’ll help.”
Sometimes, when it had been a long time between runs, her wolf retreated to a small corner of her soul like a hibernating bear. Maggie could always feel her presence, even during the long years when Aunt Tildy had prevented her from taking her wolf form, moving them away from the countryside and locking her up every night so Maggie couldn’t slip away. Now, it felt as if there was no barrier between her two halves. The human and the wolf were in complete agreement as to what they wanted to happen here.
Maggie rose to her knees and reached for Eli. He slipped his hand beneath the weight of her hair and curled his fingers around her neck.
“We can do this any way you want,” he said, his voice ne
arly a growl. “But this time, for our first time, I want to take you as a mate does.”
As a mate. She didn’t need to ask him what he meant by that because her wolf wanted the same thing. His weight on her back. His teeth at her neck. The strength of his body surging inside her. She wanted to wear his mark and have his scent pounded into her skin until it couldn’t be washed away.
Turning, she dropped to her hands and knees on the soft mattress and looked over her shoulder at him, feeling exposed and more shy than she had when his fingers had been buried inside her. Eli’s attention was riveted on her pussy, and there was a hard, hungry expression on his face. His hand reached down to close around his cock. He stroked himself, squeezing the base of his shaft and pulling toward the tip, his foreskin sliding beneath his palm. A pearly drop of moisture gathered at the head, and she licked her lips, wondering at the taste of him.
Later. Later, she would taste him. She would touch him everywhere and try to give back some of the pleasure he’d given her. Right now, she needed this.
He climbed on to the mattress behind her and settled one big hand on her hip. He slid his cock through her folds until the blunt head bumped against her clit. She cried out at the jolt of sensation that shot through her, and Eli made a soothing noise.
“I’ve never had sex with a woman like this before, Maggie. I’ve never taken a woman as a mate would. It didn’t seem right even when I had no hope of ever finding you.” Positioning himself at her entrance, he nudged forward, pressing only the tip inside of her. “Ah…God, you’re fucking perfect.”
She inhaled sharply, her body stiffening with resistance. He was barely inside, and yet he felt so big. Too big. Instinctively, she rocked forward, trying to escape. His hands tightened on her hips, not allowing her retreat.
“Don’t,” he said, his voice a ragged growl. “Trust me just a little further, sweetheart.”
There was nothing little about it, not about trusting him or about his size. His cock was a heavy weight against her most intimate parts, thick and unyielding. His breath was strained. Tension radiated off the hard body behind her, but still he waited. Her choice. He was still waiting for her to make it.
She’d already made her decision, and there was no question of her changing her mind now. She pushed against him, accepting another inch, and Eli groaned. His hands smoothed down her back, and he murmured her name before gripping her waist and sliding deeper. Her flesh parted grudgingly, stretching to accommodate his size. When she pulled away, he followed, leaning forward to plant a hand on the mattress beside hers. He nuzzled the back of her neck, nipped her shoulder and then dragged his tongue up the side of her throat. She tilted her head to give him better access and he scraped his teeth above her pulse.
“You’re killing me,” he said brokenly, forcing her legs wider and burying himself deeper inside her. It felt good, that fullness. It felt right, and she wanted more. “I’m trying so hard to be good here.”
“Please, Eli. I don’t need you to be good. I need…” What did she need, except for more of him? And he was doing his damndest to give her that, though her body was resistant. She whimpered as her womb clenched with heat, wanting more. Hungry. Insatiable. The wolf didn’t want gentle. She didn’t want him to be good.
Eli hummed in sympathy, but he didn’t relent. “Soon, sweetheart. Almost there. Be patient with me. I don’t want to hurt you. Heat can last for days and it doesn’t care how sore you are. Let me be gentle while I can. You’ll appreciate it once you meet the rest of the pack.”
The thought of the rest of his pack joining them sent another searing wave of need and lust rolling through her. She shouldn’t want more men, especially when she couldn’t even handle the one she had. But she did. They weren’t really men anyway. They were shifters, just like her. The only people on earth who could possibly understand her driving urge to mate.
“I don’t care about that,” she cried. “I need you to fuck me, Eli. Please.”
His free hand slipped down to cup one heavy breast. He caught her nipple between his fingertips and rolled the aching peak. Her body jerked when he pinched it. She pulled away from the sharp sensation, but that only impaled her deeper onto his cock. She gasped, and he did it again, harder this time. The sting was a sharp counterpoint to the gentle kisses he rained down upon her back and shoulders. He rocked against her, gently nudges that pushed him deeper and deeper with every short thrust.
She found her fear slipping away until there was only sensation. Eli’s cock stretching her wider, slowly, inexorably filling her up. His scent surrounding her, and his hands—God, his clever, amazing hands—drifting lower and splaying briefly over her abdomen before sliding between her trembling thighs. He slicked a fingertip through her folds and then circled her swollen clit.
“My greedy little Maggie. So wet and hot. You like having my cock buried inside you, don’t you?”
She moaned, and he nudged deeper.
“Does it drive away the pain of the heat, me filling you up? Can you still feel it now?”
The desperate, needy feeling trembled in her womb and urged her to growl at him to hurry. She didn’t know if it was the heat or plain desire. The only thing she knew was that she couldn’t take much more of it. She needed him to move.
“Please,” she begged, her voice breaking.
He growled low in his throat and she arched her back as he withdrew. He rose up behind her and grabbed hold of her hips, lifting her to adjust her position to exactly the right angle.
“As my mate commands,” he said, and then drove fully inside of her in one long, relentless thrust. He didn’t stop until his hips were pressed flush against her ass, but then he held himself there for a long moment. She panted as her body struggled to adjust to his enormous cock. She cried out as he withdrew again, dragging his hard flesh along her sensitized nerve-endings. She tried to follow him, but he held her steady, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He slammed home again, and she rocked forward, falling onto her forearms. He pulled her back onto his cock, and she cried out his name.
“Is this what you want, my sweet girl?”
“Yes.” This is exactly what she’d needed. What her body had been craving.
Her breasts swayed as he drove into her again and again. His balls slapped against her skin. She arched her back, trying to take him deeper and he growled low in his throat.
He covered her again, leaning over her back. Fisting his hand in her hair, he tugged, turning her head so that he could take her mouth in a branding kiss, hot and possessive. His tongue speared into her mouth even as his cock filled her pussy. Every breath was filled with his scent. Every single cell in her body filled with awareness of him. The powerful movement of his body on her and inside her. His rasping breath and the hard pounding thrust of his cock.
There was a tremor beneath her skin as occurred just before the change. For a second, it terrified her.
“Eli,” she gasped. He’d promised she wouldn’t shift during sex. She didn’t know what that would do to her when they were joined like this. What it would do to him.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he said harshly. “I’ve got you. Let her out.”
She barely heard the words because the tension that had been building inside her all day suddenly released in a fireball of sensation. She’d never felt anything like it before. It wasn’t the primal pleasure and pain of the shift when the very cells of her body felt ripped apart and rebuilt. Certainly, she’d never achieved anything like it with her hands. This went beyond that. It was far deeper and more powerful. Not only her body was swept up in it, but her mind and spirit too. She might have lost herself completely, but Eli was there with her, connected, anchoring her and pulling her back to herself as her body clenched around him again and again.
“Ah, fuck,” he roared, and then his body stiffened. Wrapping an arm around her torso just beneath her breasts, he pulled her tight to him and then he bit her.
She cried out as his teeth sank into the
muscle behind her shoulder. It should have hurt. It did hurt. But it also felt so damn right that it lifted her into another orgasm, this one sweeter than the last. She felt the flood of his seed, hot and vital. She felt him. The essence of the man that Eli was. And she felt his wolf touch her consciousness for a moment. Possessive and satisfied.
Eli licked the spot where he’d bit her and she shivered.
“Maggie,” he said softly. “Sweet Maggie. I never imagined it would be like that.”
He withdrew from her body and rolled to the mattress pulling her with him and tucking her against his warm, strong body. When she didn’t respond, he caught her chin and lifted her face. “Are you okay?”
She was so much better than okay. She was complete. Her wolf quiet. The wild hunger of the heat faded. A deep peace wrapped around her. She dipped her chin and caught his thumb between her teeth to bite it lightly.
His eyes turned wolfish, and she smiled. “Is it always like that between wolves?”
He breathed an unsteady laugh, and his arm tightened around her shoulders. “God, I hope so.”
Chapter Four
Eli woke when the fire burned low enough to raise goosebumps on his exposed skin. Outside, the storm still blew, rattling the glass in the old windows of the cabin and causing the trees to creak and sway. Inside, the air was rapidly cooling. He slid his hand over the soft, warm curves of the woman tucked so sweetly against him.
Wrapped in a warm cocoon of blankets, he didn’t want to get up, but he didn’t want the fire to go completely out. He slid from the bed as carefully as he was able and adjusted the blankets around Maggie’s spent body. She murmured a sleepy protest and rolled onto her back, exposing one ripe breast. Her nipple pebbled in the chilly air, and it took every ounce of willpower Eli possessed to turn away and re-stoke the fire. Neither the mundane task nor the cold air could stop his cock from hardening. His. His mate was in that bed, sated and filled with his seed.
When he finished rebuilding the fire, he stood over the bed, looking down at the unexpected treasure fate had gifted him. As if she could sense his attention, Maggie moaned softly in her sleep. She threw an arm over her head, and the blanket slipped lower, baring her to the waist. Stifling a groan at the sight, Eli climbed in beside her, determined to be good and let her get the rest she so desperately needed.
