He noted her surprise and the tensing of her body. Sela stiffened her arms, pushing up and Mac placed his paw between her shoulder blades, keeping her from rearing back up completely.
She trembled slightly beneath his paw. “Mac?” She questioned.
Her scent turned cautious, but not outright fearful. He removed his paw and Sela remained in the position he wanted her. Mac growled his approval.
He gripped her hips, pulling her to her knees. He hooked a sharp claw beneath the waistband of her jeans and pulled, separating the material as he went until he reached the juncture between her legs.
The sweet smell of her arousal filled the room. Hard from the aftereffects of the fight, his cock swelled and thickened to a near painful length. Mac snarled, need gnawing at him.
He nudged her leg with his knee, spreading her legs wider and reached between them to hook his claw in the front of her jeans to rip backwards until the material separated completely.
Unable to resist, he cupped her. Sela moaned. Mac purred, to feel her wet heat pressing into his palm. He flexed his paw around her, mindful of his claws. Ah, the heat and softness of her.
Sela tilted her hips back, rocking into his touch. At the sight of her lush hips and ass arching towards him, Mac lost it. If she had been born a werewolf, in their true wolf form, her tail would be brushing invitingly across his muzzle right now.
Pulling back, Mac yanked the ripped jeans down her thighs until she was fully exposed. Plump folds and pink tender flesh peeked at him. He rumbled once, the only warning he gave her then leaned forward to swipe his tongue through her spread legs.
He lapped at her moisture, sliding his tongue between her folds and then back to her opening. He pushed inside, loving the feel and sweet taste of her. Her sharp gasps and moans filled his ears.
I could feast on her for the rest of my life.
The urge to claim her rode him hard, but he couldn’t resist the temptation to lap her up. Knowing exactly what he was about, feeling her inner muscles contract around his tongue, Mac thrust his tongue in and out of her.
This close to her heat, he knew how far to push her and when to stop. The tiny changes in her temperature and hormones signaled her exact level of arousal.
When Sela began to tense, Mac slowed the stroking of his tongue. She tilted her hips, attempting to draw him deeper inside. Mac pulled back, tracing her opening, but not allowing her to go over.
“Mac!” She yelled. She reached between her legs, grabbed his fur and pulled. Her hands brushed over the tips of his ears, causing him to shudder.
Just that simple touch and Mac lost it completely.
He reared up, cupping her hips and pulling her knees off the bed. He pushed with his lower paws, spreading her cheeks. She was fully exposed to him, the hidden valley between her soft cheeks, all cream and pink. He drew his thumb claw slowly down her sweet divide, pressing his thumb pad gently over her back entrance. Sela moaned and then gasped. He continued down to her wet, swollen folds. On her knees, her hips arched high in his grip, Mac could see everything. Her normally guarded female secrets, unlocked and open to him.
Mac shifted his knees, adjusted them both until his cock just kissed her opening. Damn, he didn’t think he had ever seen anything so right, so perfect in his life. His mate, arching and moaning beneath him, open and exposed just to him. His mate, his everything.
“Mac.” His name on her lips became a plea and a demand.
Submitting to him, pleading with him, demanding all of him, both the man, and the beast.
My everything.
Mac surged forward.
He pushed deep, feeling her contract, shift and accept him. In his werewolf form, every part of him grew larger and broader. Once he was embedded balls deep within her, Mac paused. It nearly killed him not to move. He held still.
Sela moaned beneath him. She shifted, gasped then froze.
Her inner passage fluttered around his cock, stretching and adjusting.
Mac continued to hold her hips off the bed. In this position, Sela had no control. Her weight settled on her forearms and shoulders, she could arch her hips, but Mac held the power over the depth and speed of their mating.
Exposed, submissive and vulnerable, Mac wanted her to feel it. His beast demanded it and demanded in equal strength that Sela enjoy it.
Mac gritted his teeth. His muscles trembled with the need to thrust, to reconnect, to mate. He could see that Sela was fine and unhurt. The very small logical part of him that still functioned, acknowledged that fact.
The rest of him needed to pound into her soft body, to flood her with his essence and his scent, to mark her as his in the most primal way possible. He would keep her tied to his bed if need be until she understood it.
Sela was his mate. HIS.
She did not leave, no matter what the provocation, without him. She did not put herself in danger. She stayed close to him, where he could keep her safe.
She had to. She completed him. She filled in the empty places and made his life whole. He could not function anymore in a world that did not include Sela.
She wiggled her hips hesitantly.
Mac drew in a breath. Her inner muscles tightened around him, gripping his cock. Mac growled low. He pulled out, watching his cock emerge, wet and pulsing with need. Sela’s ripe, pink flesh, stretched tight around his girth.
She whimpered, her hips tilted, following his cock.
She’s ready.
The two words barely passed through his head before he lifted her hips higher with his paws and pushed forward. Sela screamed. Mac pulled out and pushed inside her. Her arousal spiced the air, reassuring him.
She arched her hips into his thrusts. Knowing he pleasured his mate, watching her body arch and twist in his grip, feeling her grip his cock as if she never wanted to let go – it all combined inside of him. This is what he wanted, what he needed. Her.
Mac slid his paws under her hips, over her belly and up to her breasts. He flexed his palms over them then slid his reach up to her shoulders. He held her tightly, lowering his chest over her back and pushing his thighs into the backs of hers until his body covered her completely.
Sela cupped her hands over his paws. He gripped the tendon along her neck with his jaw and growled once, before he pierced the tender skin with his fangs.
Sela yelled and began climaxing around him. The fierce contracting and releasing of her inner muscles pushed him over. Mac thrust as deep inside of her as he could get, his release poured through him. He let go of her neck and howled.
****
Sela turned her head and gulped in air. She’d been suffocating until it occurred to her that no one could breathe with their face stuffed into a pillow.
No other brilliant observations floated around in her mind.
Breathing and pulling together her body held all of her focus. She felt fairly confident that her body still maintained its general shape, she just didn’t know if all of the parts still existed or even functioned.
Her world had narrowed to Mac and his body in hers. Then everything exploded.
Time to run a damage report.
She flexed a foot. Right foot and toes still attached. She tried the other foot. Left foot and toes reported in.
Okay. Good. Time to take a break.
She didn’t have to query her legs. She could feel them quite well, smooshed under Mac’s hairy ones. In fact, part of the reason she still struggled to breath - make that a very large part of the reason - had to do with Mac’s body pressing her into the mattress.
Mac must have exploded like she did. A fuzzy memory tugged at her. Oh, right. He had exploded. She knew because she’d felt every pulsing stream exploding out of him. His hot seed jetting into her had . . . his hot seed jetted into her again.
Sela wiggled as much as she could under his weight. A deep purring rumble vibrated over her back. Mac flexed his paws at her shoulders and nudged his hips against hers. His thick, still-completely-hard cock swelled inside
of her. Another heated rush of semen followed.
Sela panicked.
She pushed her hands into the mattress and got . . . absolutely nowhere. In this form, Mac had to weigh closer to four hundred than three hundred pounds. It amazed her that she hadn’t been squashed under his weight.
She could not move at all.
Panic set her brain to working.
“Mac?” Sela paused. She didn’t know exactly what to say.
“Mmmm?”
She took the sighing growl to mean he had indeed answered her.
“I can’t move.” You didn’t wear a condom. Again. Something is wrong. I swear you are still climaxing.
She had to regain her wits. Once she found them she would stop imagining things. Like Mac still hard, larger than usual and still climaxing inside of her.
“Mmmm.” Mac accompanied this sighing growl with a shift of his body. He rolled to the side, one furred arm around her shoulders, the other pressed around her hips. His cock remained inside of her.
Still totally hard. And immense.
Sela tensed. She tried to ease her hips away, but Mac made a coughing sound behind her and pressed her back.
She grabbed his arm at her waist and tugged at his fur. “Mac, I think something is wrong.”
A warm, rough tongue laved her neck. The skin felt highly sensitive there. Another memory tried to intrude, but Sela pushed it aside.
Inside her, Mac swelled again and another hot, wet rush flooded her.
“Mac!” Sela yanked at his arm and jerked her hips forward. Mac snarled and Sela yelped.
Oh, sweet Hannah, I have to find an emergency room. He’s stuck in me.
Sela shifted cautiously to be certain. Yep. No doubt about it. Mac’s penis had swelled to such proportions that she couldn’t move away.
Maybe in this form, werewolf men should only mate with werewolf women. Werewolf women were probably bigger and could handle the werewolf sex. A supernatural woman on the other hand, even one with Elemental powers, risked getting stuck.
Sela moaned.
Mac nuzzled her neck. His soft fur brushed over sensitive nerve endings. “Relax,” he rumbled. “Everything’s okay.”
“No. No it’s not. You are still hard. You’re still climaxing and I can’t move.” Sela ended on a wail. She couldn’t help it. Nightmarish images of tabloid headlines – Half Woman Half Beast Creature Found Stuck Together! – flashed through her brain.
His chest vibrated along her back, a soft, giant, furry blanket laughing around her. He found being stuck inside her amusing? “I’ll finish in a little while.” He lapped at her neck. “In this form, when we mate, we mate more like wolves.”
Hope flared. “You’re not stuck?”
He rumbled against her some more. “No. Well, only for a little while. When I finish, you’ll be able to move.”
Okay. That sounded promising. A bit weird and maybe somewhat kinky, but now that she knew they weren’t stuck like this she could relax.
Mac made another sighing growl and Sela felt him release inside of her again.
“How long do you climax like this?”
“Usually about half an hour.”
O.M.G. Could she become a werewolf too?
Mac shifted, cuddling her body closer in. “Comfy?”
Actually, she was. His large body surrounded and supported her. Hot most of the time, his body now felt like he had plugged it in and turned it on turbo high. His thick coat rubbed and stroked her naked skin. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine lying on a fur rug in front of a roaring fire. With an oversized dildo inserted deep inside.
Even that wasn’t uncomfortable. Mac didn’t thrust or move at all, which would have pushed her into actual pain. He held still and each time he released he would swell larger then contract a little. Stretched to her limits? Absolutely. In pain? No.
Surrounded by his scent, heat and body - and still feeling slightly kinky - Sela was aware most of all of feeling like she belonged here.
Wave the white flag, Chickie. You’re sunk.
Chapter Twenty
Sela stepped out of the bathroom tugging on the thin, napkin-sized motel towel. Okay, so motels were infamous for their lack of amenities. Sela knew this and understood this. In fact, she counted on them being cheap. But honestly, did they think that only extremely small people rented rooms from them?
The general populous had to be at least five feet larger than these towels. And that would be on the short side of things. So to speak.
Plus, threadbare barely began to describe the consistency of the towel. Well, bare might cover it. Or not.
Muttering and tugging, Sela made a beeline for her clothes.
A large hand clamped over her shoulder. “Now, why don’t you tell me exactly why you’re here instead of safe in my home?”
Sela decided it had to be sheer shock that stopped her. Granted, Mac’s hand lay heavily on her shoulder, but his words, not his physical grip, held her immobile.
Seriously? The man just had a half-hour long orgasm and he wanted to take her to task? Did he even understand the concept of the post-coital glow? Considering the half hour long part, Sela figured any imagined wrong doings on her part should be completely forgiven.
Shit. She deserved bonus points galore for the half hour long part.
Sela narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re actually going to get mad at me?” She raised both eyebrows. “Now?” She raised her voice, too, just a smidge. “After that?” She nodded towards the bed they had both recently used extremely well.
Mac folded his arms over his chest. Darn him. Even in his human form his chest stretched and stretched and stretched. Sela licked at the corner of her mouth, just to be on the safe side. It simply wouldn’t do to drool over him, especially not if he truly planned to draw lines in the motel room.
“That,” Mac mimicked her nod, “Has nothing to do with you escaping from my home and coming here by yourself. You lied to me and put yourself in danger.” Mac growled. “I will not tolerate it, Sela.”
Sela gaped at him.
Her own sweet Hannah would soon sprout a flower. On her big toes, since anything seemed to go. At least in Mac’s mind.
The big werewolf truly did think he could chew her out.
Right now. Not fifteen minutes after his colossal half hour long climax.
Time to give the big werewolf some new thoughts.
Sela moved until she stood an inch away from his folded arms. She noted his eyes widening briefly then they narrowed and he leaned slightly forward.
He thought he could physically intimidate her too? Her outrage knew no bounds.
Sela rose up on her tiptoes, which put her in the vicinity of his biceps. Folded as they were, his biceps bulged alarmingly.
Alarming for her totally ticked off half, her mindless, Mac-crazed hormones started a bonfire in preparation for a happy dance.
Sela dragged her eyes up to his face, ignoring the wails from her happy-dancing-crazy-trouble-starting hormones.
Eye on the ball here, Chickie. DO NOT forget the half-hour- long part turned to he-thinks-he-can-yell-at-you part.
Sela pushed her shoulders back. “First of all, at no time did I lie to you.” She’d been around Mac enough to emit a satisfying snarl of her own.
Mac opened his mouth, but Sela shook her head. “You assumed that I would stay at your house under guard, but I never said that I would. In fact, I am quite positive that I told you rescuing my sister was my responsibility not yours.”
Mac winced. Memory appeared to be making a return.
“Second, I am not going to stay at home while you go out and fight the bad guys. Ever.”
Mac growled. Sela ignored him.
“Third, I am totally fine. Not even a bruise. I found my sister, faced the bad guys – on my own – and came out on top. You need to remember that point for future reference.”
His biceps flexed and bulged, but Sela refused to be distracted.
“Fourth,”
her voice rose. It still irked her to no end. “Anytime that you have a half hour long orgasm inside of me,” she sucked in a breath and resisted the urge to kick him, “you damn well better show some appreciation.”
Sela sniffed at him, twitched her tea towel and spun around to get her clothes.
The hand Mac put on her shoulder kept her spinning around until she stood in front of him again. He gripped her waist between his large hands and lifted her until they were nose to nose.
Sela latched onto his shoulders to regain her balance. Good Golly Miss Molly. Mac’s incredible strength continued to startle her.
“First of all mate, you’re right. You didn’t lie to me. I apologize.” Prepared for an angry blast, Mac’s words took her by surprise.
Well, about time the werewolf said something intelligent.
“Second, you will stay at home, where I know you are safe.” Mac’s eyes began to glow and his words spit at her in furious snarls. “Third, you were trapped against a tree with twenty men shooting at you when I found you.” Mac’s body began to shake. He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against hers.
Unfair tactics. How could she remain righteously pissed off when his big body trembled with remembered fear for her? Her points were valid. She knew it and couldn’t let it go. Sela could not go from being in charge of her entire, lonely existence to allowing Mac to be responsible for her.
She wouldn’t be the same person if she did. She wouldn’t like herself if she did.
But perhaps they could work out some sort of compromise. She might be able to hold her own, wanted to hold her own, against the MIBs, but with Mac’s body shaking and his breath misting over her in hot, jagged pants as he tried to regain control . . . she couldn’t simply dismiss his reaction.
She’d hoisted her flag. Her inner battle defeated. The playing field hadn’t been stacked in her favor to begin with, she acknowledged. The lure of a home, safety, regular meals, amazing sex and Mac, simply Mac, was not a battle she could ever win.
She didn’t want to. She just wanted to be with Mac.
She was going to have to take a giant leap and trust him. He hadn’t lied to her and he hadn’t betrayed her. Mac was something new, something foreign and exciting. A possibility of home. Mac was hope.
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