by Marie Mason
He breathed in her unique smell, filling his nostrils with the scent of his mate.
Mate.
Claim.
Fuck.
Soon, soon, he assured his wolf.
Placing one hand on her stomach to hold her still, he gently parted the lips of her pussy with the other. He was aware of her jagged intake of breath and the release of it as he licked her slit then found her sensitive bud. Over and over he drank in her juices. She whimpered when he eased one finger inside her.
“Easy,” he soothed her. He pumped his appendage in and out slowly, letting her get accustomed to the feel of being invaded. When he added another, she mewled and tried to close her knees. “None of that, sweetness.” He pulled back and landed a sharp smack to her swollen pussy.
She cried out in surprise but stopped trying to get away. “That’s better.” He went back to work, licking and sucking, devouring her pussy as only a hungry wolf could do. He nibbled at the sensitive bud then soothed it by sucking it into his mouth and rolling it with his tongue.
All the while, he was fucking her with his fingers, stretching her. It would be a tight fit, but he knew she could take him. Oh, fuck, was it going to be tight fit. Again, he felt the twitch of his cock and a pump of pre-cum leaving his body.
He kept his fingers inside her, still thrusting, still fucking her, as he rose back over her. Resting his hand near her head, he stared down at her. “How does that feel? Good?”
She nodded, her breath coming in sharp shallow pants.
“Taste yourself, baby,” he growled as he lowered his head and kissed her. He pushed his tongue inside her mouth making her taste her own desire. He kept his head low as he continued to work her, their breath mingling together.
“Oh, you like to be fucked don’t you, Sara?” He wanted her wet and wanting. He needed her to come. When she didn’t answer he gave a hard thrust with his fingers, making her hips buck. “Answer me.”
“Yes, yes. I like to be fucked.” Her hands went between their bodies and grabbed his wrist. He didn’t know if she was trying to move him away or make him go faster. It didn’t matter. He was in charge.
“Yeah, my baby likes to be fucked, likes to have her pussy licked. How about this baby, do you like this?” With deliberate control, he started moving faster, jutting in and out of her. Her hips rose and fell with the thrust of his hand. When he moved his thumb to rub her clit, her hips came off the sofa and she screamed his name, flooding his hand with her juices.
“Jarod!”
Damn, but that was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard—his name being screamed by his mate in the throes of ecstasy. He slowed his thrusts, but kept touching her until her breathing returned to normal, tapping her clit with his thumb. Pulling his hand away, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked off her cream, winking at her as he did.
“Another taste?” He lowered his head and gave her another long, deep kiss. “Now, baby. Now I’m going to fuck you for real.” He was so damn hard and stiff he didn’t need a hand to guide his cock inside her. He simply shifted his hips and the head of his dick pressed against her wet entrance. The juices of her orgasm coated him. Pushing slowly, he eased inside.
Sara’s head was swimming with sensation, her body trembling with pleasure as Jarod entered her. Her hands clamped onto his shoulders, needing an anchor in the storm she knew was coming. It would have nothing on the blizzard that had just blown through the city. Again, their gazes met and she found herself drowning in the amber glow of his eyes. She swore she saw movement and quickly realized she was seeing the shadow of his wolf inside him. She’d never thought of how the whole shifter thing worked. She just assumed that he and his wolf were one and the same. But know she somehow got the impression that they were different—yet so very much the same.
When his hand slid under her ass, telling her silently what to do, she moved her leg and groaned. She felt him go deeper, stretching her with his size. It was the most pleasurable sensation she’d ever felt. She’d thought having just his fingers inside her was great, but this…
He moved again, his hips thrusting—in and out. With each stroke, he went a little deeper. Then he hit the barrier of her innocence and stopped. She’d hadn’t really thought she’d have a hymen, she’d used feminine products, had taken gym in school.
He stilled inside her for just a moment. She had a feeling that he was waiting. Perhaps waiting for her ask? Give him permission? Oh, heavens, that was the sweetest thing ever.
All she knew was that she needed him to move.
“Please, Jarod. Please take me.”
She felt his hips move, his cock leave her channel. Then, then he thrust back inside, breaking through her innocence.
“Oh, my god,” she panted through the discomfort. There wasn’t pain exactly, more of the intense feeling of being stretched, reshaped. Her pussy conforming to the width and length of the only cock that would ever be inside her.
She didn’t realize for a moment, but he had stilled. He brushed the hair back her face. “Okay, baby?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
Oh, God, and then he was moving. Oh, how he was moving. “That’s it, Sara. Take my cock. Take my cock.” He gave her long deep thrusts, bottoming out with each stroke. “Yeah, take me deep. Let me fuck that beautiful pussy.”
Sara saw his control slip away. His shoulders hunched as his thrusts came faster and faster. Sweat beaded on his forehead and fell onto her breasts. “Jarod? Oh, Jarod, what’s happening?”
She felt the start of the same tremors she always felt when she pleasured herself at night. A sensation low in her belly, signaling she was about to have an orgasm. But this time it was different, so very different. It was as if her pussy was a living thing, hungry for the taste of his cock. It pulsed and pulled, trying to keep his hard length inside each time he pulled away.
His hand went back to her hip, his fingers digging into the soft flesh and holding her hips still. He panted above her. “I should have told you, baby,” he panted as he watched where their bodies joined, his cock going in and out of pussy. “I should have—”
Then he was throwing back his head and howling. That’s the only word she could think to describe the sound coming from deep within his chest.
But she didn’t care about anything as she felt the middle of his cock swelling inside her. The expanding bulge pressed against the top of her vagina and the pleasure almost threw her into convulsions as she came. Again and again. Just when she thought the pleasure was ebbing away, his cock would jerk again, as he continued to spurt his seed inside her, and she felt the pleasure rushing over her again.
He’d knotted her.
Sara’s face flamed with knowledge.
Finally, they both stopped moving, but the knot was still there, filling her pussy. They opened their eyes. His normally brown color was slowly returning, replacing the light amber color that still lingered. She had no fucking idea what hers looked like. She felt as if she’d caught fire and it had flashed inside her, burning away everything before this moment.
“You okay, baby?”
She had to breathe through her mouth to get enough air until her lungs. “Oh, yeah, I’m just dandy.”
He had the decency to cringe just a little at her tone. “Damn it, did I hurt you?” He moved to pull away, but realized he couldn’t.
Jarod cursed when his cock refused to go down and allow him to move away. A small hand on his hip stopped him.
“I’m okay. I promise.”
He turned them slightly to the side so that his full weight wasn’t on top of her. She groaned as the move pulled at his cock and he cursed again. “I’m not sure how long this will last.” It wasn’t exactly the type of conversation you had with your father, even as open and unembarrassed wolves were about sex.
Cause this was so much more than sex.
Sara frowned up at him. “Why not.”
He settled her on his arm, pulling her close. Almost absently, he tucked a strand of
hair behind her ear. “Because wolves only knot with their mates.”
He waited, realizing he was holding his breath, waiting for her response. It wasn’t exactly the way he’d wanted to tell her—
“Mates!” She jerked making them both groan as his dick moved inside her pussy. He squeezed her hip to stop her movements. Not that it didn’t feel good, but he knew she wasn’t ready for round two yet. Even if he was.
“Mates. You are my mate Sara Allen.”
She searched his eyes as if looking for an answer. All he could do was met her stare, hoping she could see the truth in his eyes. Realize the love.
She swallowed hard. “I’m your mate?”
“Yeah, baby. You’re my mate.” A smile broke across his face.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Well,” he trailed a finger down her cheek, along her jaw before falling to her chest. Her breasts were hidden from him so he traced along the edges that were visible. “You could tell me you love me.”
His eyes snapped up as he spoke.
“Because I love you, Sara. I love you more than life itself. I will take care of you, protect you. Cherish you until my dying day.”
Tears filled Sara’s eyes as her hand lifted to cup his jaw. He turned his head, to press a kiss against the palm.
“But why? I don’t understand?”
“What’s there to understand? I love you. You are my mate.” His eyes narrowed. “And you damn well better love me.”
“I do,” she blurted out before she could stop herself. “But why me? I’m not pretty, I’m fat. I don’t even have a college degree.”
Sara didn’t know someone’s expression could change so suddenly. She’d never seen this expression on her boss’s face before and she’d seen a lot of his expressions. Anger. Disgust. Frustration. Impatience. This, this was…savage.
His hand cupped her cheek, the fingers hard, almost hurting in their strength. He lowered his head until they were eye to eye. “If I ever hear you speak of yourself that way again, I will turn you over my knee and spank your ass until you’re crying. It will hurt like hell, but you will never forget. Then I’ll push you to your hands and knees and fuck you until you’re begging for mercy. It will fell so good, you will never forget. You will never forget you are beautiful. That your body makes mine stand on end,” he gave a thrust of his hips, rubbing his knot against the sensitive spot inside her, “and you are one of the smartest individuals I have ever met. My wolf chose well.”
Sara swallowed hard. Damn, but the man was intense. She saw that shadow move in his eyes again. Maybe, just maybe he was telling the truth.
“Well, I guess this, umm, whole knotting thing means wolves can’t have quickies.” She pressed her herself against him, loving the feel of his masculine body against her soft feminine one. Hell, she just loved him...and he loved her curves. She could see it in the glitter in his eyes as she pressed her breasts harder against his chest, her soft belly into his. Oh, and she felt it in the hardening of his cock inside her once again.
“No, no quickies. My wolf wants to stay inside you, fuck you, until our seed takes inside you. Will you have my babies, Sara?”
“Oh, Jarod, I want nothing more.” She pulled his head down and kissed him. He allowed it for a moment and she smiled against his lips when he deepened the kiss. She knew her wolf was dominant. Had sensed it since she’d started working for him. Had, unconsciously responded to it. And she didn’t mind. Not one damn bit.
And she certainly didn’t mind being stranded with the wolf.
Thank you so much for choosing to read my story. I know your time is limited and I hope I have provided you with a way to escape your everyday problems for an hour or two. All women, and all men for that matter, deserve to be loved. I write about women who are on the curvy side, maybe a little plain, always the most beautiful woman in the room…to her mate.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR…
Marie Mason has always known, somewhere deep in her soul, that being a writer was what she was born to be. Thanks to the new and exciting world of self-publishing, Marie was finally able to make her dream come true. Part two of the dream is to be a full-time writer, spending the wee hours of morning creating new and exciting characters for her readers. That part might take a little longer. If you’d like to contact her with a comment or suggestion, her email is [email protected] or you can find her on Facebook.
THE HOLIDAY BALL: A WOLF’S CLAIM
One night…three wolves…
Hayden’s first official duty as alpha of the Barringer Pack was hosting the Holiday Ball. A Christmas dance that allowed single supernaturals to find a true-mate—or just hook-up. Hayden had avoided the events for years, not ready to take a mate. This year, he’d had no choice. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to enjoy himself. And the curvy witch hiding in the shadows looked like just the delectable morsel for his hungry wolf.
Amber hated coming to the Holiday Balls. She left feeling sadder and lonelier than ever before. She’d accepted the fact that Santa wasn’t going to hand her a mate wrapped in a pretty red bow. If not for the edict from her grandmother, the coven’s matriarch, she wouldn’t be here tonight.
Of course, she’d have to thank her grandmother later…
EXCERPT:
He strode into the room and shut the door with a kick of his foot. The room was just as gorgeous as the rest of the house. The dark blue, green, and brown hues of the carpet, curtains, and bedding reminded her of the deep recesses of a forest. He stopped near the foot of the bed and eased her from his arms and onto her feet. Her hip grazed the hard ridge of his cock under his zipper and she gasped.
“That’s all you, baby,” he grinned, pressing into her soft flesh. He still held her by her arms as if he was afraid she would bolt at any minute. Which was exactly what she was thinking she should do.
The dizziness was passing quickly, but she still didn’t know if she was in her right mind or not. She’d just allowed a man—no, a big, bad wolf—to carry her away. Willingly allowed him to carry her away. Because of her lineage, she was a witch of considerable power and could have stopped him at any time, even if she was slightly inebriated. But she hadn’t wanted to. Which was totally out of character for Amber. She did not have hot, passionate flings with sexy wolves.
She put her hands against the hard planes of his chest and pushed. He didn’t move. There were only two reasons why a wolf would carry a witch away at this type of party. Hot, sweaty sex—or he believed she was his mate. Nothing had registered on her witchy radar, so that meant he was just a horny wolf. She was disappointed, but the throbbing between her legs told her it wasn’t such a bad thing to be desired by such a sexy wolf. But they had to get one thing straight. “We are not mates.”
THE HOLIDAY BALL: A WOLF’S FATE
One night…three wolves…
Gunner Barringer was attending The Holiday Ball under duress and out of respect for his brother, the new alpha of the pack. He stood in the shadows, hiding. There was nothing for him here tonight. He’d enjoyed the annual event a time or two as a younger wolf. After all, it didn’t get the nickname f*** ball for nothing. But now he was a wolf broken in both body and soul. He had no desire to find a mate and no business being here.
What Gunner had forgotten was more than one match had been made on the night of a full moon when the world was filled with the magic of the holidays.
Autumn Covington was rare in the supernatural world—she was a peace pixie. Which just sucked in the middle of a f*** fest. Instead of giving off vibes of lust and wantonness, like her pencil thin, blonde haired cousins, she calmed the savage beast. Plus, she was the plumpest of pixie at the ball so her chances of finding a mate were…well slim to none. So, she’d just work the crowd as she’d been hired to do—sprinkle sparkles of calming pink so the horny wolves didn’t get out control.
That’s what she’d planned to do until the wolf in the shadows decided he wanted her all for himself.
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“Come.” He turned and pulled the pixie behind him. Or tried to. His plump little mate wasn’t cooperating. “Come.”
“Whoa, wolf boy.” Autumn jerked at the strong arm that pulled at her. Trying to stop him from moving was like trying to stop a runaway train. Autumn had very little experience dealing with men and even less dealing with male wolves. For all intents and purposes, it appeared as if he wanted to lead her out of the ballroom and up the stairs. But, there was no way this sexy wolf wanted to take her to his bed.
“No.” She tried to pry his fingers from around her wrist.
He finally stopped and turned his attention back to her. “Why?”
“Because you just want a night of pleasure.”
“And you don’t?”
She quickly shook her head.
Another half smile that made her pussy clench. He looked too certain she was lying. Feeling the warmth spreading throughout her body, her resolve weakened. Why did she have to be such a horny pixie?
He bent his head and nuzzled the side of her neck. If she didn’t know better, she would think he was trying to scent her. That’s what she’d seen other wolves do tonight and the other women had allowed it, anxious to see if any of the handsome wolves in attendance were indeed their mate.
He placed a kiss against the side of her neck and her eyes floated close.
“Come upstairs with me,” he whispered against her skin. “Let me taste you.”
She gave a full body shiver.
“Let me fuck you.”
THE HOLIDAY BALL: A WOLF’S DESIRE
One night…three wolves…
The past year had been one of betrayal and heartache for alpha Kade Townsend. He’d seen his pack torn apart by a trusted friend turned rogue. He was attending the annual Holiday Ball only as a courtesy to the new alpha of the Barringer pack. He owed the man and his family, especially his brother, a debt of gratitude he might never be able to repay.
