“A-Avery,” her voice sounds husky, full of need, and I can feel her hands on my chest, pushing me back into the bed. Her fingers press into my skin, and the heat between is so hot, I can feel beads of sweat forming on me. When I finally look at her, I see how flushed her cheeks are. Her hazy eyes, staring into mine. And how swollen her lips are from the amount of blood pumping in her body. She had stopped just long enough for me to regain my senses, but it’s still not enough to take the edge off. How can I possibly even think with her pussy clenching around my dick?
“Avery, are you okay?”
I feel bad that I wasn’t doing a good enough job letting her know otherwise, and smirk up at her, as my cock twitches against her tightly clamped walls. She smiles down at me, and leans back, sitting upright on top me, which changes the position just enough to allow my dick to fit snugly against the edge of her cervix. I don’t think there’s a millimeter of space left between us, and I raise my hands from the outside of her thighs, to the edges of her hips, “I’m just trying to hold out a little longer, baby.”
Riley bounces just enough to make her tits shake, and my teeth ache to graze across her nipples some more. But she’s got me pinned down just enough to let me know that all she wants is to ride me into oblivion, and who am I to deny my mate?
“So you still want me?”
I snarl, because she knows damn well how much I want her - but then I see the smile on her luscious lips, and feel her starting to find her rhythm again on top of me. She’s being playful, and I fell for it all too easily, “You’re a fucking tease.”
“Oh I’m fucking something alright,” she’s pulling herself up to the edge of my dick, but never allowing the thick head to pop out, before slamming back down to the hilt. Over and over again, until I can barely take anymore. She’s allowing me to control the speed with my hands on her sides, but it’s not going to take long before I have to pull out, I know it. Between gritted teeth, I stare at where we are joined, and watch as her own juices coat my dick, making a slippery slide between us, that I want to join with my own, “Ril-Riley, I have to pull out - I’m not going to make it much longer.”
She slams down on it harder, and faster, ignoring the grip on her that I thought I had. I look up at her, beginning to tilt towards the edge that I think I’ve been scared to cross all my life, and she puts her hands back on my chest, her dark waves crashing around my face, “Then cum in me.”
My eyes go a little wide. Her words almost make me cum on the spot, but I can’t - we didn’t talk about this. We didn’t talk about what would happen in our future. About kids, about marriage. But when she tells me to cum, and I know what could happen if I do, I almost give in - I want to bind her to myself in every way possible. A child between us would do that. She slams back down to the base, and I moan her name . . . “That’s it Avery, come on. Cum.”
One foot is over the edge already, I won’t be able to keep up much longer. I know that if anybody can handle my inner wolf, it’s Riley, but I’m still scared to jump.
She hisses, trying to hold on just long enough for me to join her, “Please baby, I want you to cum with me, and I’m so close!”
If it’s for her, then I’ll jump.
She only has to land on my dick one more time, and my heart speeds up as I let out thick streams of cum. My breaths are staggered, and I stutter her name as she screams her release into the air. I swear I hear it turn into a howl, but I don’t know which one of us did it. My eyes are sealed shut.
The release hits me so hard, that I feel like I’m flying into the air. Floating for just a moment, while I see faint stars under my eye lids.
But as I crash back to reality, I snap them back open.
It’s not me that lands, it’s my wolf. And he wants to fuck her, too.
Chapter. 26 – Riley
Finally, finally I have this man pinned under me. My whole body has come alive, and every cell in my being craves his touch, to have him fill me from the inside out. And I find myself still shuddering over him, my hips gently rocking, almost lazily because I can’t seem to stop, even with the orgasm waning. The heat between my legs reaches a feverish pitch, and all I want, is to keep riding him. Let one orgasm roll into another.
I had partly hoped that finally having his dick inside me would satiate my own needs a little, give me a break from this constant ache for him, satisfy an itch that’s been bothering me from day one. But instead, I want him more than ever.
When I finally open my eyes, I look down, because I want to kiss him, caress him, let him take a breath - before I beg him to go again. However, when I do, I realize almost every muscle in his body is tense. His heart is beating furiously. And his eyes are shut tightly. I know he came, because I can still feel the cum dripping from his dick inside of me. But he looks frozen in place, even when I rest my hands on his chest once more, “Avery?”
Instantly, his eyes snap open, and I see the wolf at the forefront. Just underneath the skin, he’s looking up at me, and licking his canines, as if ready to mark me completely. I should be terrified, but I can handle anything he wants to do. And besides, Avery is still in there, and never would he allow his inner wolf to take full control. I trust him completely.
Suddenly, his hands come back to my hips. His fingers grip hard, the sharpened nails digging into my skin, and holding me in place. But he’s not breaking the skin, and it doesn’t hurt. In fact, I can tell, that even though he just had his own orgasm, his wolf wants a turn too, and I have no problem obliging. He growls at me, letting me know he wants the control, and I don’t mind giving it to him. Avery begins to buck his hips, and within a few thrusts, he’s going at it so hard, that the force makes my whole body go up, and slam back down from the gravity.
I moan, feeling our juices combined between us, and suddenly, he drags me down, and flips us over, so I’m pinned down underneath him. I want to giggle, not because I think it’s funny, but because I’m happy his wolf is willing to do some of the work! I silently wondered if Avery would always be more reserved in the bedroom (not that he had anything to be shy about). But I suppress it, because I don’t want to interrupt him when he sinks back into my pussy. He groans out my name, and I wrap my arms around his neck, wanting to press him against me, so I can get him in deeper.
With how hard he’s pumping into me, and feeling his skin rub against mine, I know another orgasm is coming, and I’m not afraid. I want us to come together again, feel his warm load shoot up into my welcoming center. I don’t care if I get pregnant, because if our babies are anything like Avery, I’ll welcome a dozen of them. I love him, I knew right away, but wasn’t sure exactly what I felt, seeing as I have never been in love before. But with the way we cling to each other, the way he moans into my neck, I can’t imagine ever feeling the same for anyone else. From this moment on, we are mated, and all that’s left is for his wolf to mark mine . . . a single little bite, sealed with his tongue.
I quiver at the thought, and my hands yank at his hair, insisting he look at me. His head rises and he kisses me hard. I know it’s his wolf still fighting for dominance, because the need behind it feels almost overwhelming. As if he needs me so much, he’ll die if he doesn’t taste me soon. When he pulls back, I see him licking the edge of his canines, and I can see that they are slightly longer than they were. He looks about as wolfish as he can, without fully shifting (and even then, he’ll only be able to shift during the full moon, unlike me, who can do it on command). Halfbreeds are like watered down primitive versions of us (or so I’m told). But I could care less in the moment - I clench my own teeth, fighting against the growing ache to let my body shatter underneath him in a brilliant orgasm. I need to make sure he knows to mark me while we are still riding the wave.
Seeming to know what I’m going to say before I say it, he grabs my breast. His fingers coil around the base of the porcelain skin, and it forces my nipple straight into the air. His mouth opens a little, and sudden fear sends a shiver down my spine - I’m scared he
means to bite my nipple, and I don’t think I could handle the pain. When his eyes meet mine, he immediately stops thrusting, and freezes: halfway in - halfway out. His wolf retreats, and Avery comes right back to the forefront. He eases his grip on my breast, and begins to pull out further, about to leave my primitive grasp on him. The fear I had about his wolf biting is me, is nothing compared to our lovemaking being done already.
My legs quickly lock around his waist, and he stills once more. His head is hanging close to my chest, but he doesn’t seek sanctuary there by resting on my breasts. I can sense the shadow beginning to form over him, even before he says it, “I’m so sorry - I let him have too much control.”
My hands roam up the hardened muscles of his arms, over his rugged shoulders, and settle on either side of his jawline, “Avery - I promise I’m okay. I’m better than okay actually.”
He hesitates, but when I wait for him to reply, he finally looks back at me. His eyes go from sadness to looking slightly hopeful, “I did okay?”
I smirk, because he knows he did more than okay. When I gently rub my fingers across his cheeks, he leans forward, cherishing even the simplest touch from me. I don’t have to say anything else.
When he looks back down at me, I can see his wolf flashing before his eyes again. But he’s gone as quickly as he came, “Riley, I hope you know I would never let him hurt you. Never.”
“You act like you lost control, but even just now, when he wants to go at me again, you won’t let him - because you’re stronger than you think, and you’re the alpha, not him.”
I can tell he questions my reasoning, at least at first, but when he once again is able to keep the wolf at bay, I smile, knowing I’m right. I have nothing to be scared of, and now, Avery knows for sure that he’s like me. A shifter, whose wolf will run with mine every full moon, and whose abilities - his senses, and the strength that comes with it, will never make him a runt to others again. I can still sense the tense muscles, the new ones, under his skin, but the canines are retracting a little, as well as the sharp nails. He’s in complete control, and the muscles left behind are only to help him finish getting me off.
He gives me one glance, in case I hadn’t caught on, before plunging right back into me, making us both moan.
Chapter. 27 – Avery
The fur under my skin keeps gliding back and forth, like my wolf is wrestling around on the inside, hoping to find an opening to get back to the forefront. But he already had his taste, too rough for my liking, and I won’t let him fuck her the way I do. Looking down at my beautiful Riley, I know I’ll need to bite her to complete the first mating ritual. It might not be necessary to most other halfbreeds, but it will be something respected by the other werewolves. It’s the cardinal rule among them - not to mess with someone’s mate. It won’t matter where I mark her, or how deep I go. My smell will linger on her, just like hers will on me. And the mark will seal a part of me, inside of her permanently.
As I pump a little faster, I can feel her heart beat racing, see the pale skin getting flush, ready to be marked when she peaks, “Riley.” She looks up at me, her beautiful big round eyes letting me know she’s ready, and I slink forward, reaching for the same breast my wolf did. I cup it gentler though, and go for the creamy side, a far less scary place to sink my teeth into. Though she’s silent, the way her body leans into my grasp tells me she’s okay with it, “Do you want me to mark you, darling?”
Her back arches a little off the bed, trying to get her breast closer to my mouth. I don’t plan on doing this often, once will be enough for the both of us, so I want it to be perfect. Every time I’m near, the spot will tingle a little, and she’ll welcome me between her legs every full moon - though I hope it’s more often than that. I allow my wolf to join me, which lets my canines grow a little longer, and sharper, so I can pierce the skin easily.
We’re both so close, that I know just one or two more hard pumps, and she’ll be mine. Forever. I sink as deep into her as I can go, and then let my aching teeth sink into the warm flesh. She cries out, a mix of pleasure and pain, but it turns into a moan as her whole body shakes underneath me, and I lick the wound to seal it. She clings to me as her hips rock against mine, and I land one last time before allowing myself to follow. I wrap my arms around her, cradle the back of her head in the palm of my hand, as we slowly come back down from our highs.
After just a few moments, when my heart feels a little less likely to beat out of my chest, I look down into her eyes, and match her smile. It’s time, I can feel it . . . “Riley, I just want to say, that I know you might feel like we’re these destined mates, who have no choice other than to be together. But I want you to know, that even if we weren’t mates, I’d be yours anyways.” I lean into her, and just before I close the gap to kiss her, I whisper, “Because I love you.”
She kisses me so intensely, that I realize she wants another round, but the ribs that hadn’t bothered me before, are now in fact, starting to become noticeably sore. That, or the medication is wearing off. Either way, I wince a little, and instantly she pulls my head back by gripping my hair, and if I had anything still left me, I’d cum right then and there. She wants me, and I want to give it to her, but I need a bit of a break, even just a few minutes. Yet, she’s got other plans and merely raises an eyebrow up at me, “You can’t just tell me you love me, and not expect me to show you some loving.”
I chuckle, thinking she’s just being playful, but within a moment, she’s pushing me back onto the bed, “Let me do the work this time, we’ll go nice and slow, and I’ll be careful. I promise.” I nod, not being able to deny whatever she wants to give me, and lay back, so she can straddle me. But before she puts it back in, she looks down at me, and the passion, the need, has been sated. What’s coming now, is just pure love. From her wolf, to mine, “Because I love you, too Avery. With all my heart.”
This time, when we do it, it’s slow and steady, and almost delicate. I lay underneath her, and watch her bounce up and down, mindful of my side, but still clinging to me in every other way. She’s so filled up that I’m shocked it’s not running down both our legs, but afterwards, when we both cum again, she just stays on top me. A part of her doesn’t want to be without me, and neither do I. We love each other, and we’ve just mated, and though to some people, three days might seem like a recipe for disaster, I know that for us, it was meant to end this way.
For now, we have this cabin for the next two nights, and if the first thirty minutes are any indication, we’re going to be busy getting to know each other from the inside out, carnally.
The thought makes my wolf growl a little, and Riley looks down at me, probably confused after she’d been idling on my dick for the last five minutes. I lick my lips, feeling the elongated canines, and put my hand on her ass, helping to guide her up and down a little faster. And she moans her response, “Why the rush baby?”
I pull one arm back, to rest up on my elbow, so I nuzzle between her perfect breasts bouncing against my cheek. The mate mark on the side feels almost hot against my skin. It won’t take much, I know, and maybe it’s unfair to rush an orgasm when it seemed like she wanted to take her time, but I can’t help it, “I want to clean you up, so I can make you sit on my face. I was just thinking of how good you might taste against my tongue, and I can’t wait.”
Between the way I’m pumping into her, and my declared intentions, it doesn’t take long till she’s quivering on top of me, and I follow for the fourth time because I can’t even help myself anymore. I don’t know if it was because until thirty minutes ago, I was a virgin, or if it’s some sort of supernatural passion between our mating ritual (or both). But once it settles, she rolls off of me, and settles into the crook of my arm. I think there’s a part of us that could just lay here for a little while . . . yet, my mouth feels dry: like I need to dig my tongue into something nice and wet.
I feel practically devious at my current thoughts, but when Riley looks up at me, and I down at her, I’m not s
urprised when she leans her head to the side, “So - are we taking that bath or what?”
Chapter. 28 - Riley
Three Days Later
I roll over onto my stomach, ready to snuggle into Avery’s side, like I’ve been doing every morning since we got here. I’ve watched other wolves after they are mated, and though on the outside, I acted almost indifferent about it, I secretly longed for this connection. This ease. There’s something about being in love, that is different than anything else I’ve ever felt. In fact, I don’t think there is anything else like love. I’ve spent this whole weekend getting to know Avery more, carnally, and emotionally.
We’ve spent hours on the beach, and in the water, splashing around, and laughing. We’ve spent our mornings and evenings satisfying each other sexually, and we’ve spent our afternoons reading books to each other, and making each other meals, and discussing anything and everything. We’ve learned those little details about one another: favorite foods, and books, and movies. Who the early riser is, who the night owl is. What life was like for the other one growing up. How much our families drive us insane, but also how much they love us, and we love them. And we talked about children.
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