“What was that about the full moon?” Callie asked as a growl rumbled in Wyatt’s throat.
“If we don’t complete the mating ritual by the full moon, my wolf spirit will separate from my body.”
Callie thought about it for a minute before answering. “So you’ll be human, then? Like me?”
“Not even remotely. I’ll be a pathetic piece of skin, lost and longing for the other half of my soul that’s been painfully ripped from my body. You’d think that I would just revert to being human, but you’d be wrong. We’re not born with only one soul housed in our bodies. We have two from the start. My beast is there even now. We communicate silently to one another when the situation calls for it, or when we want feedback from the other. I can’t imagine never speaking to him again. In fact, those who have suffered the tragedy of losing their wolf rarely survived. It’s almost a guarantee one will have a miserable death.”
Well, that didn’t sound like fun. No matter how much she was opposed to dating another wolf, it wasn’t something she wanted to happen to Wyatt. He seemed nice enough and all. She just really didn’t want another relationship like the one she’d had before.
“What is your wolf saying to you now?” She probably shouldn’t have asked, but her curiosity had gotten the better of her. In the short time that she’d known Wyatt, she had learned more about being a wolf than she ever had from Trevor. That was something she would have to file away to think about later.
Wyatt turned to face her. “He’s telling me to ease your frustration. To please you.”
Well, then… “I—uh, don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
“Is it not? Can you honestly tell me—especially after that last dream, that you wouldn’t want me to ease your tension?”
“I’m not having sex with you… right now.”
Wyatt arched an eyebrow at her statement. “Right now? But you plan to at some point?”
Callie scrambled to sit up from her reclined position. She couldn’t think straight with his woodsy scent surrounding her. “I didn’t say that. I mean—ugh.”
She didn’t know what the hell she meant or wanted. Her body felt like it had been wound too tight for too long.
“I can smell your arousal, Callie.” Wyatt leaned closer to her. His lips hovering above hers.
Thoughts of kissing him flashed through her mind. Once again, she wondered if he’d taste as good as he had in her dreams. Before she lost her courage, Callie wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in to find out.
His response immediate, his tongue plunged into her mouth, sweeping from side to side. Heat surged through her body and shot to her core. Wyatt, bless his heart, deepened the kiss when she moaned in his mouth for more. How could a single kiss consume her soul? She couldn’t care less at the moment, as long as the kiss continued.
Need surged through her when Wyatt untied her robe. She’d stop him at any moment, before they got too carried away.
She sucked in a deep breath when his hands dipped under her tank top, meeting bare flesh. Heat surged to her pussy when his callused hands caressed her breasts. Wyatt’s eyes met hers for a brief flash. His eyes glowing with need. There was no mistaking his hunger for her.
That knowledge alone sent trembles of desire through her. Sure, she’d had great sex with Trevor, but his eyes never glowed in the heat of the moment—not like Wyatt’s. The knowledge that Wyatt hungered for her with such intensity was an absolute turn on.
Any minute now she’d stop him. But—fuck, everything he did felt so freaking good.
***
Wyatt leaned into Callie, pressing her back against the lounge chair. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of her. Each moan, each groan of pleasure from his mate was like music to his ears, ratcheting up his desire.
He broke away from his mate to kiss and nibble on her neck. “You smell so fucking good.” His head dipped lower, trailing tiny kisses over her chest. He tweaked her nipple before teasing it with his tongue.
Wyatt sucked her pebbled nipple into his mouth, gently grazing it with his teeth. Her hands tunneled through his hair, her hips arched into him as he diligently paid equal attention to the other one.
Lord, have mercy.
God, the scent of his mate drove him wild. He needed to go slow with Callie, spooking her just wouldn’t do, which meant he’d have to exercise a bit of control. Something his wolf had no desire to do. If left up to the animal, he’d flip her over on her hands and knees so he could pound the ever-living fuck out of her, then sink his canines deep into her shoulder to complete the mating ritual.
For now, he’d have to settle with making tonight about his mate, seeing to her needs and desires while keeping him and his wolf in check.
With that thought in mind, he set out to pleasure his mate, anyway she would allow him.
The only thing separating him from what he wanted most was nothing more than a thin strip of cotton.
“Callie, I want to ease your suffering. Will you let me?” His hand inched down over her stomach.
Just a little bit lower.
He sucked her nipple a little harder, then pulled back suddenly, leaving her panting for more. Her hips arched again, placing his palm directly on her pussy. Wyatt damn near lost his mind when she brazenly repeated the action.
“Callie,” he warned.
“Yes—please. God, please make me come.”
Finally!
Alas, those were the words he’d longed to hear. Without waiting for further instruction, Wyatt slipped his hands under her panties and pulled them off in one swift motion. With lightning speed, he knelt down on the ground in front of her and pulled her legs over his shoulders.
“What are you—”
“I’ve been dreaming of tasting you. Literally.” And he had. Every damn night for months. Before she could offer any sort of protest, he swiped his tongue over her clit.
“Oh, god!” Callie moaned.
“That’s it, love. Sit back and relax. Let me take care of you.” His tongue slid over her clit once again.
“What if someone sees?” Her eyes darted back and forth across the lawn before settling back on Wyatt.
A lazy long lick down her pussy, then back up again.
This time her gaze held steady.
Good. He had her attention.
“No one will see what we are doing. Relax.”
Chapter Fourteen
What the fuck am I doing? The thought ran through Callie’s mind more than once. She really should care, but every time Wyatt touched her—fuck! Her mind melted into a puddle of goop. Every touch, every kiss, every mother-humping lick felt so damn good—so right.
“Sweet Jesus,” Callie moaned. Any care that she had about being caught by the neighbors vanished when Wyatt’s tongue plunged inside her pussy. A flick of his tongue here, and there—oh yeah, just what she needed.
“Gods, love. I could do this all fucking night and into tomorrow. I could live off the taste of your sweet nectar.”
She wanted to say that he was more than welcome to wake her up exactly like this, but held back. This was a one-time thing—it had to be. She couldn’t let her heart get involved or contemplate planning a future with a man she barely knew, no matter how good she felt with his tongue working a magic she’d never known.
Thoughts of never wanting to be with another shifter briefly flashed through her mind, only to disappear with the very next swipe of his tongue.
Long, slow licks followed by faster, more urgent ones sent her body racing for release. Just when she thought she would explode, he’d pull back, drawing the release and anticipation out. To the brink of madness.
Lick. Tease. Lick. Tease. Lick… lick. It was almost more than she could handle.
Incoherent words tumbled from her mouth. Nothing in her unadventurous life had ever felt so good. Callie latched on to his hair, guiding his head exactly where she wanted him—where she needed just the tiniest amount of pressure to reach maximum pleasure.
/> He pulled back once again. “Patience, love. I promise I’ll make it worth your wild.”
“Please, pretty please. I—I need to…ahhhh—”
“That’s it, love.” Wyatt slipped one finger into her pussy. “Mmm, so damn tight. So wet. So fucking wicked.”
He sucked her clit into his mouth as he added a second finger, scissoring them in and out of her. Callie shouted, her body quaked beneath him as the first of many orgasms that he planned to give her crashed over her.
“That’s it. Come for me, love. It’s so fucking hot to see you like this.”
Literal fucking stars danced in her vision. She’d heard others say they saw stars when their lovers brought them to orgasm, but she had never imagined they’d meant it—quite literally. Had she known her body was capable of having that strong of a reaction with the right partner, she wouldn’t have taken a year or more hiatus from sex.
After her first orgasm, Callie begged Wyatt for mercy. Just a tiny break to collect her thoughts. Maybe let her body cool down just a touch. Her bones felt as if they had been liquefied, her heart pounded harder than she’d ever imagined possible. Surely her body couldn’t handle another climax that freaking powerful. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. It wasn’t as if she’d never had an orgasm in her life. She had—plenty of them, but never one that had rocked her world so completely.
Wyatt didn’t slow his pace when her climax had started to diminish, instead, he kept at a steady rhythm and sent her flying to the stars once more. His fingers slid in and out of her.
“Oh. My. God,” Callie panted. She wanted all of Wyatt, every thick hard inch he had to offer. “You need to fuck me—now. I can’t take it. I feel like I’m going to implode if you don’t.” Instead of her body feeling relief from the multiple orgasms that he’d given her, she felt more pressure, more tightness than she had before he’d laid a finger on her.
“You said no sex.” Wyatt sat back on his heels, gauging her response.
“Changed my mind. Gods, please.” Callie wasn’t above begging if it would release the pressure burning inside, shredding her of any conscience or guilt that she’d felt regarding Wyatt.
“Are you sure about this? I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop myself once we start,” Wyatt warned Callie of the consequences.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
His eyes glowed down at her. Sensing his inner turmoil she sprang from the lounge chair, grabbing her robe and making her way over to the picnic table. She looked around briefly before spreading the robe out on the table and climbing on top.
At least this time we’ll be shaded from peeping toms by the pergola. Not that she truly cared who the hell saw what she was about to do.
She glanced at Wyatt, who hadn’t moved so much as a muscle. That just wouldn’t do. “I’m offering—are you just going to stand there?”
A low rumble left his throat and he was on her in an instant. Kissing her breasts, rubbing her clit. “You look like a fucking buffet waiting for me to consume you.”
“As long as you fuck me hard enough to feel it tomorrow, we’re all good.”
Callie had no freaking idea where the words flying from her mouth came from. She’d never talked dirty to anyone in her life, and here she was issuing demands like a seasoned professional.
“I’ll fuck you hard enough for you to feel it three days from now.”
***
Wyatt palmed his cock. Fuck, he was rock hard. Staring down at his mate, he could hardly believe how things had progressed. First, he’d been happy kissing and touching her, thrilled when she’d let him go down on her—but when she’d begged him to fuck her—good gods, he’d been certain he’d heard her wrong.
He’d pegged her as shy, timid. The naughty words streaming from those beautiful lips of hers proved him wrong. Thank Odin his mate was lusty and knew exactly what she wanted. The dirtier she spoke to him, the harder his fucking cock grew.
Taking his time, he slid the head over her entrance. “Mmm, you are so fucking wet.”
“Yes! For you. You did this to me.” Callie rocked her hips back and forth, making Wyatt bite back a groan.
“Is this what you want, love?” Wyatt slid the tip in, stretching her entrance.
“Gods! Yes. More, please.” Her hips arched up, needing to feel all of his length.
With more force than he’d intended, he shoved his cock all the way in. His mouth covered hers, absorbing her scream.
“Sorry.” Wyatt held perfectly still, afraid he’d been too rough. He kept forgetting she was fully fucking human. He should have known better than to be so rough with her.
“Are you kidding? That’s what I wanted.” Callie wiggled beneath him.
Slowly sliding back out, then plunging in once again, he felt his balls tighten. His hands were everywhere, touching his mate in all the ways he had in their mating dreams. Caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples, stretching his hard body above hers, he sucked them into his mouth as he rocked slowly in and out of her. “Must hold back.”
“Wyatt, please. I’m so close.” She met him thrust for anxious thrust. In and out.
“Gods, woman. You are going to be the death of me.” Wyatt pulled out to the tip, then slammed back in, pumping his cock in and out. Over and over until she closed her eyes, readying for her release.
“Look at me, love. I want to see your eyes when you come.”
Wyatt slid his arms under her back as she wrapped her legs around him, lifting her off of the table. His canines lengthened when her pussy clamped down around his cock. He wasn’t going to be able to hold back.
Next time.
“Yes! Yes!” Callie cried in ecstasy.
Wyatt struck hard and fast, his canines sinking into her creamy flesh. His wolf snarled with satisfaction at the force in which he’d claimed his mate, driving another climax.
***
Wyatt finally set her back down on the picnic table. Tears streamed from her eyes. “How could you?” she asked, reaching up to touch the mark he’d left on her neck.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you.” He tried to wrap his arms around her, but she pushed him away.
“You didn’t hurt me.”
“Then why are you upset?” Wyatt looked baffled by her response.
“You completed the mating ritual.” She’d felt different the moment he’d sunk his teeth into her. Visions that didn’t belong to her filled her mind. Even as she sat there tugging her robe on to cover herself up, emotions passed through her that didn’t belong to her.
Whether she wanted it or not, she was connected to him.
“All this for the hope that you could turn me into one of you?”
“Our mating wasn’t—isn’t about hoping you become one of us. At first, I liked the idea—more than I should have. Now, not so much. I’ve seen who you are inside and out. I don’t care if you’re a human or a wolf. Either way, I’ll love you for who you are.”
Callie didn’t know diddly-squat about the mating bond, but what she did know, without a doubt, was that Wyatt had spoken the truth. Through the bond she shared with him, she’d felt his sincerity, his honesty, and it had been crystal clear.
Chapter Fifteen
For once, Callie managed to sleep clear through the night. When she woke the next morning, her mind was a mess. Worse than it had been the previous night. She sat up in bed knowing she needed to get her ass moving and off to the diner, but all she wanted to do was lay in bed and cry.
She shouldn’t have given in and had sex with Wyatt. If she’d only been able to control herself, she wouldn’t be mated. She’d still be herself.
When she finally dragged her ass to the shower, she took extra time under the spray of hot water. Every muscle in her body ached, a sure sign she’d been well-loved.
And I begged him to fuck me so hard I’d feel it tomorrow. And to think he’d promised I’d feel it for three days. Though sore, her body had never felt so relaxed. All the pent u
p energy and anxiety she’d been carrying for months had melted away over the course of the night.
With a deep sigh, she turned off the water and set about getting her day started. The last thing she wanted was to be late for work.
***
“My, oh my. What did you do last night? Wait, don’t answer that. You completed the mating ritual with that big bad wolf that’s been huffing and puffing at your door,” Cam said with a smile as Callie brushed passed her.
Callie glared at Camryn. “How do you know that?”
“Lighten up, sweetie. You’re halfway to being married.”
“Oh no. We had sex. That was it. We didn’t talk about dating, or marriage, or any of that.” She would deny, deny, deny. “You didn’t answer my question. How do you know what we did?”
Cam laughed. “Well, for one, you smell like him. Remember, my nose is a lot more sensitive than yours. And, two, that big ass mating mark on your neck. I bet that hurt like a mother-fucker.”
Callie pulled Cam into her office. “I didn’t realize by having sex with him, he’d complete the mating ritual. I’m freaking out here. I had no intention of ever dating another shifter, let alone be mated to one.” Callie was FTFO—freaking the fuck out. Hyperventilating and passing out may be on her to-do list today.
“Take a deep breath and have a seat. We’ll figure this out. Tell me why you don’t want to be mated to that hunk. Has he treated you badly, or done something you didn’t like?”
Callie pulled up a chair and sat down, trying to think through Cam’s questions. “No, he’s been very thoughtful and nice to me. And, yes. He’s beyond hot.”
“Then what’s the problem? You have a man—well, mate, who will honor you and love you for all of your days together. He will never even consider looking at another woman or straying from you. He would die to protect you and Max—I’m assuming your mother as well because that’s what mates do.”
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