by Marie Mason
Luckily, his need for his mate had overridden his need to hurt and maim.
But it didn’t stop his need to possess.
He sucked the nipple into his hot mouth, harder and deeper until the entire end of her breast was inside his mouth. He bit down until he broke the skin, relishing the brief taste of her blood. He opened his mouth and her reddened flesh popped free. Gunner’s cock jumped at the mark he’d made on her delicate skin. He pictured the nipples pinched between gold clamps and his wolf snarled in approval. Now that the animal was awake, it wanted to indulge in some soul searing sex. With its mate.
Our mate.
The man couldn’t agree more. No other woman had ever had their heart, and certainly, no other woman would ever warm their bed.
He pulled her close, the savaged nipples stiff against his chest, burrowing into the dark mat of his chest hair. His shallow breathing gave evidence that he was as affected by the contact just as much as she was. He bunched the skirt of her dress around her waist and thrust a hand between her legs, cupping her snatch snuggly. He dragged his fingers along the satin of her matching red panties. “So wet,” he whispered against the skin of her neck. “But I need you wetter.”
Autumn ground herself against Gunner’s hand as he stroked her, telling her he wanted her wetter. She wanted him so much already, she didn’t know if she could get any hornier. Her pussy throbbed and her juices flowed.
“I’m gonna eat you out, baby, and you’re gonna taste so fucking good.”
Yep, Autumn thought, that would do it. A wave of tension rolled over her at the thought of his tongue on the sensitive flesh between her thighs. Her pussy. Her clit. Just thinking about it made her flesh swell and plump.
She was falling onto a soft mattress before she even realized they had moved. Her dress flew up, revealing the black thigh high hose her godmother had included with the bra and panty set.
When she made to push the hem back down, he ordered. “Pull it up.”
Autumn held his gaze as she obeyed his grunted command. Slowly, she inched the material up, exposing the creamy expanse of skin above the top of the hose. She took a deep breath before she pulled it higher to show the generous curve of her belly and waist. This was always the most difficult part for her. Exposing all of her flaws and imperfections.
“Look at you.” His voice rumbled in his chest, a dark, dangerous sound that would make any animal scurry away. A predator was on the hunt. “All soft and round and delicious smelling.” He inhaled deeply and licked his lips as if he couldn’t wait to taste her. Just like prey, she instinctively tried to protect herself, clenching her thighs together.
He laughed at her move, a lewd glint in his eyes. She realized right then her wolf would do what he wanted. However he wanted it.
Still standing at the side of the bed, he bent down and hooked his thumbs beneath the waistband of her panties. He pulled them off, watching her as he did so. She knew he could simply rip them from her body. She also knew he wanted her to acknowledge what was about to happen. To give herself to him.
She closed her eyes and threw back her head, bowing her hips off the bed so he could take her panties, her fingers still tangled in the skirt of her dress.
“Good girl,” he whispered and she opened her eyes. The look of approval on his face did much to chase away her nerves. Once her panties had been removed, he curled his fingers around her ankles. Gently, but insistently, he pushed her legs up, spreading her, opening her to his gaze. She swore she saw his eyes glow and heard a low, hungry growl as his gaze explored her. The look made modesty—and any lingering self-consciousness she might have felt—impossible to maintain and, more importantly, unwanted.
In that instant, she felt not only wanted, but beautiful.
Gunner watched as a red blush stained his mate’s cheeks. Her breathing sped up and she no longer tried to hide herself away. He knew he was pushing her, taking her where no one else had taken her before. Gunner looked his fill. Her rounded legs were still encased in the black thigh high stockings and he decided to leave them on, along with the matching black high heels. God, was there anything sexier than a naked woman in hose and heels?
Hell, yes, his wolf answered. Her pussy.
His gaze dropping to the swollen flesh between her legs, he had to agree with his animal. She was almost clean-shaven, the lips pink and glistening with her juices. At the top of her mound, she’d left a neatly trimmed patch of dark brown hair. It took everything in him not to plunge into her and bury himself deep. He feathered his fingers along her calves and across her knees.
“Got to learn you,” he muttered in an urgent tone. “Make you—”
Readiness surged through her as she felt the velvet tip of his tongue on her inner thigh. Her legs trembled as he nuzzled the crease of her pelvis. He traced her contours with his lips in a way that made her stomach quiver. Even though she knew they were both starving for satisfaction, he took his time nipping and licking along her skin. She struggled in his hold when he dragged his tongue up her slit, drinking up the juices that had already spilled from her body.
He growled into her sex, tightening his hold on her round thighs. She knew she’d have fingertip-sized bruises all over her body in the morning, but she didn’t care. He could mark her anyway he wanted to. With infinite slowness, he separated the lips of her pussy and licked her with a savage rawness. Hot sensations slipped down her insides like melted sugar.
His tongue touched her from the bottom of her hole to her needy clit. His hands burrowed under the cheeks of her ass and he lifted her to him, tilting her hips to just the right angle to give him a view of her pretty pink cunt and small rosy hole.
Although his cock pulsed and ached for relief, Gunner wanted to go slow, savor the journey—and bring Autumn past her inhibitions and modesty. A sharp thud to his chest wall and he realized his animal had very little control left. All he could ensure was that he didn’t hurt Autumn. The animal smelled the readiness of their mate and heaved at the restraints Gunner had placed on it. He leaned closer and buried his face in the moist heat between her legs. He used the stubble on his jaws, chafing her skin and adding another dimension to her pleasure. Her hips jerked and she emitted excited little cries.
He parted the blushing outer lips with his thumbs as he tongued her. When the sensations became too much and she tried to draw away, he stopped licking her, taking her clit between his teeth and biting down in a show of dominance. He didn’t bite hard, knowing it would send her over the edge if he did. Once she calmed back down, he started all over again. His dick throbbed and his balls drew up painfully high and hard against his body, wanting to release his seed. Still, he ate at her, burying his tongue in her silken sheath until more salty cream coated his tongue.
He drank down the taste of his mate, his wolf howling on the inside.
Autumn had never known such pleasure existed in the world. The sensations of his rough tongue over her pussy flooded her bloodstream with heat. So much heat. She sobbed as it rushed through her.
Please let him hurry.
Patience, my love. Patience.
She’d forgotten for a moment that he could read her thoughts. It wasn’t so surprising anymore considering how well he’d learned her body with the simplest of touches. She laughed to herself. There was nothing simple about his tongue and fingers working her now. She tried to say how much she loved him, but her senses were so overloaded that all she could do was make husky, mewling sounds. She writhed, intensely aware of every nerve ending he brought to life. She felt loving and lusty in an explosive combination just waiting for the right spark. When he sank his tongue inside her, she went up in flames. She felt her power pulse from her and closed her eyes tightly, knowing what was to come.
Bright light exploded around them, showering them with sparkles.
Gunner felt the bed shake and looked up. Small, white orbs flew around them, suspended in midair by an unseen hand. It took him a moment to realize what had happened and the feeling
that had been growing inside him all night—one of completeness and wholeness—settled deeper inside him. And he smiled. Again.
Having a pixie would come in handy during a blackout he thought with amusement before he turned his attention back to his mate. He watched her cunt spasm repeatedly, glistening wetly in the flickering light. He licked her taste from his lips, already regretting the fading flavor. But he could fix that.
“Again,” he commanded before he plunged his tongue inside her wanting hole. Before the echoes of her first climax had faded, his mate was obeying him, crying out as pleasure ripped through her body. Gunner grunted as her pussy milked his tongue, wanting to feel her muscles clenching around his thick meat. He kept lapping up the cream gushing into his eager, questing mouth. “Damn, you taste so good. If I didn’t need to be inside you so badly, I’d make you come again.”
Gunner rose from the bed and stripped off the rest of his clothes. He stared down at her the entire time, his face flushed, his lips heavy with sensuality. “I hope you’re ready for me, pretty pixie.” He watched her eyes skim down his body. He watched them widen when she caught sight of his hardened flesh. His need for her had made him longer and wider than he’d ever been before.
Despite the languor from her orgasm, Autumn almost jumped from the bed and turned tail and ran when she saw the size of Gunner’s cock. The plum-shaped head pulsed with demand and the skin over the steel-hard shaft stretched so tightly it looked ready to burst. She’d held him in her hand just moments before, but he’d felt nothing like he looked now. Her sexual experience was limited. Limited to a quick encounter in the back seat of a car when she was in high school and a somewhat more leisurely slap and tickle in college. Neither had left her satisfied. And both times she’d vowed never to try it again.
Now she was thinking of not trying it for a different reason.
“Autumn.”
“I, ummm.”
“It’s okay, baby. I’ll go slow. I promise.”
Autumn swallowed and then let a small smile tug at the corners of her mouth. If size really did matter, she figured she’d hit the mother lode. He locked his gaze with hers, and a wicked grin curved his mouth. It made such a difference. Her brooding wolf of before was gone.
“I promise you’ll like it. It’ll feel so good going in. I’m so hard for you and you’re dripping wet for me now, aren’t you?” She bucked when she felt his finger slide along the wet slit of her pussy. There was no hiding how much she wanted him.
He stroked his cock as he spoke, pumping hard until pre-cum dripped from the reddened slit. Autumn bit her lip but didn’t look away. She knew what he was doing, ensuring he could take her. Or that she could take his cock inside her body. He spread the lubricant over his length, coating his cock with his own cum. She shivered, wanting him. “Take me, Gunner. Please. I need you so much.”
Gunner watched a storm of passion rage in Autumn’s green eyes. He knew his own had grown turbulent, gold no doubt swirling in the dark depths as his wolf pushed forward.
“I’m going to take you, mate. I’m going to take you hard and fast.” He still held his cock in his hand, squeezing the base as if trying to hold his cum inside.
“I know.”
He moved closer, his expression tight with control.
She squealed as he lifted her and tossed her further up on the bed, handling her weight with ease. Her dress was still bunched around her arms, restraining her movements. Before she could catch her breath she felt a jerk at the waist of her dress. “Damn it,” he cursed as the material of the fluffy skirt got in his way. It startled her when he ripped the dress, freeing her from her satin prison. He moved close and his mouth closed over hers, another rough, raw show of passion and possession. He rose and jerked her legs part, kneeling between them.
“Better. Next time. Promise,” he grunted as lowered himself over her body and pushed himself between her legs. Then she felt the head of the monstrous cock pushing against her entrance. He grunted and pushed a hand beneath her ass, tilting her pelvis higher as he continued to push inside. The repositioning aligned their bodies perfectly. But his size…
She whimpered as his thickness stretched the almost virgin walls of her pussy. Even the toys she conjured in the night to satisfy herself was never a big as him. Or as warm. God, she thought she could fell the beat of his heart in the veins puffed and swollen along the length of his cock. This was not a gentle taking, but it wasn’t the hard, animalistic possession she’d thought it would be either. It was…overwhelming. She pushed against his chest, trying to get away from the almost suffocating feel of his weight on top of her and his dick inside her.
“Can’t.” he grunted into her neck. “Can’t ever let you go.”
The sound of his voice calmed her as he continued his forward thrust, his cock stretching her, forcing her to accept him. “That’s it, baby. That’s it. Let me in.”
His deep, desire-roughened voice came to her through a haze as her body softened and stretched to take her mate inside. Then he was kneeling again, taking her hard and fast as he had threatened. Promised. She panted with him, her body trying to arch upward to meet his hungered thrusts but she couldn’t move. His cock was between her legs and his hands gripped her thighs, no doubt marking her with the force of his hold. His chest heaved, the muscles bunching and falling as he breathed. His head jerked and he was looking down at her, his lips drawn back in a snarl, revealing the elongated tips of his canines. “Mine.”
“I…” Had the big bad wolf just laid claim to her?
Gunner pulled out and flipped her onto her hands and knees. His long, thick cock thrust hard and deep. They both groaned when he bumped the mouth of her womb. He arched back, hammering into her. His hot flesh filled her as he panted with the effort of holding back, he wanted her that desperately. No, needed her that desperately.
Autumn broke through his hold and moved back into his thrusts, melding her body to his. She threw back her head offering her neck in submission. His eyes swirled with the power of his wolf as he pressed a hand between her shoulders, holding her down. He bent his head and found the juncture where her neck met her shoulder. “Mine. Mate. Mine.”
His thrusts, if possible, came harder and faster as he sank his fangs into her flesh. His cock jerked inside her pussy, pumping his seed inside her willing body as her blood flowed into his mouth. Their souls joined together. The union was complete and their fate was sealed. Forever.
Autumn came awake slowly, unsure what day it was or why she had even awakened. The first thing she recognized was the warmth beneath her cheek and the steady beat of a heart under her ear.
Gunner.
She smiled and traced the brown outline of his areola. Moving slowly, she recognized the heated aches and pains throughout her body for what they were—passion marks from her mate.
Her mate.
Or was he? She quickly withdrew her hand and stopped touching him. She bit her lip, all her self-doubts flying in to overwhelm her. Had he really claimed her? She felt the first faint mark he’d left on her breast start to throb. Her fingers found the raised skin where her neck and throat joined and she remembered the delicious feel of his fangs as they sank deep in her flesh at the same moment his cock had spurted into her, flooding her womb with the heat of his seed.
If that hadn’t been a mate’s claiming she didn’t now what was.
But, had her wolf been in his right mind? There had been a hell of a lot of pixie dust flying in the air last night. Plus, she wasn’t a full-blooded witch. A witch was usually a wolf’s destined mate. Granted, she had some witch in her lineage, but not enough to have attracted the attention of a wolf.
Gunner moved, disturbing the blanket draped over his hips. Another twist or turn and it would slide completely from his body, exposing all of his masculine charms.
Just as she was easing from the bed, he moaned and opened his eyes. And when their gazes connected, he blinked and smiled. The scar at the corner of his mouth would always prev
ent a full smile, but the slight imperfection made him all that more endearing.
“Hi, pretty pixie.” He pulled himself to an upright position, causing the blanket to slip away. She tried not to look, but no red-blooded woman—or pixie—could have resisted. His swollen cock caught the blanket, playing an erotic tug of war as he continued to pull himself into a sitting position against the headboard. It inched downward revealing his navel and the shadow of hair just below. As she watched, the flesh of his cock thickened. The rich fabric held in place for a few seconds, then his dick sprang free, jutting in the air, inches form her face.
“Hi,” Autumn murmured, unsure of what to do. This was her first ever morning after. Her other sexual experiences had never included spending the night, wrapped naked in her lover’s arms.
He looked down at her, those beautiful brown eyes that had so mesmerized her last night, quickly filled with shadows as he watched her. “Autumn, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said, much too softly.
His chest heaved and he dragged his hand through his hair, the long locks falling back down, settling atop his shoulders. She held her breath as she watched. He was so beautiful. So dangerously handsome. So dangerous.
“Autumn, talk to me, baby. I can tell you’re worried about something. Is it us? Is it what happened last night?” Suddenly his eyes darkened. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“No, no. I’m fine.” She was quick to reassure him about that. She grabbed the blanket and tucked it beneath her arms, covering herself.
Gunner moved, shifting toward her, stirring the mattress. “Then what’s wrong?” He reached out and traced the curve of her shoulder left bare by her blanket barrier. He thought it was cute she was trying to cover herself. Not that it would do her much good when he decided to take her again. “Then what?”
“It’s just, we. It happened so quickly. I’m not sure what happened.”
