Filed to story: The Wolf Prince’s Fated Love
He pulled the shirt off, and I let my nails run over the corded muscles of his shoulders. He was golden perfection, and the urge to mark him, bite him, rose up so quickly, I swayed back.
“What’s wrong?” he murmured, nibbling my ear.
“The urge to bite you, just…”
“Mmmm… Are you ready?”
I nodded, feeling strangely shy. We both knew what was coming, but my wolf was riding me hard, wanting me to take the first step.
He scooped me off the counter with ease, turning the tub’s tap off with one hand as he carried me to the massive bed.
Kane set me down gently, reverently, at the edge. I noticed a bowl of still-warm water and a stack of small towels next to the bed, to take care of the bites. Someone had really thought of everything. But to do it, to bite…I’d have to let my wolf take control. What if I fainted? That would be the worst bonding night ever.
Nerves had me pausing, gripping his waist, as I stared into his eyes.
Somehow he knew, because his touches turned light, giving me a moment to breathe. He stroked my mating marks reverently as he spoke, tracing the swirling patterns with blunt fingertips.
“My gorgeous mate, I would like to present you with your second gift.”
I nodded, too nervous to speak.
“I’ve found a high shaman, of a nearby Athabascan pack of wolves. Their histories are older, deeper than ours. He is ancient and wasn’t here for the great pack gathering. However, I’ve secured his promise to let us visit on their pack lands. While I don’t know what’s happening to your magic, I know that he will. He has agreed to assess and direct us on how to heal your magic. He thinks there might be something hindering your connection to the wolf, and that it’s reversible. He may also be able to finally confirm for us that you’re omega.”
My jaw dropped open, shock displacing my fear. “He… he might be able to fix it?”
“That is my hope. He’ll see us next week, and I’ve already arranged a private seaplane for the six of us. I assumed you would want to bring your friends along. I promise to spend the rest of my days pursuing this. We will see you whole and healthy and happy. I will not rest until your future is secure at my side. Your burdens are mine, and mine are yours. Together, we can solve any problem.”
Tears hit me in a wave. I quickly scrubbed at my eyes to dash them away, relief and hope and so many emotions I couldn’t identify warring for dominance. “But what about your parents’ killer? We still have to find him. It feels wrong to ask you to take time away from something so important. You need that closure.”
“I do, and I will find him. But your safety comes first, always. Once I know you’re secure, I can go after the bastard with all my attention. But until then… you’re always going to come first for me.” He trailed gentle fingers down the column of my throat, ending with a small, delicious swoop over my collarbone that had me shuddering with want.
“I accept your gift.” The words were barely a whisper, but I knew he heard them just the same.
He smiled lazily, but his eyes were concerned as he watched the tears I couldn’t quite dash away. He reached up with his thumb, catching one I’d missed. “Don’t cry, my love. Tonight is for joy, for passion. For us to become one.”
His tone was gentle, but the reminder lit that spark again, bringing my wolf’s instincts charging back to the front. My hand dropped to my lips, the feeling of my fangs descending one I might never get used to.
His lips quirked up into a smile at one corner, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. “Are you ready?”
I nodded, talking surprisingly awkward with fangs. He stood and quickly stripped off his pants and black boxer briefs, my mouth watering for different reasons as his cock bobbed free. It was long and thick, and if I didn’t have fangs taking up half my mouth, I’d have licked it from root to tip.
There’s always after.
Naked now, he dropped back to his knees, kneeling in front of me and wrapping his arms around my waist. With me perched on the edge of the bed, I could feel his warm abs pressed against my core, my slick coating him.
He groaned and dropped his head to my chest. “I want you to take your time, but it’s hard to hold still when I can feel your juices dripping down my front. I’m going to smell like you for days.” He playfully nipped my left breast, and I moaned, the sensation zipping right to my clit and sparking a fresh wave of heat.
“Good. I want you to smell like me forever.”
He grinned, the look half wolf, half devil. “Then bite me, mate. Bite me and claim me, so every wolf knows who I belong to.”
I patted the bed beside me, and he rose from the floor before sinking down next to me on the mattress with a curious expression. I tossed my leg over his lap, and his eyes heated, boring into mine as I slowly lowered myself, impaling myself on his cock inch by inch. This time, he was the one moaning, dropping his head back in ecstasy. And Goddess, the feeling of him was perfection. The way he stretched me…I tried not to lose myself to it completely, letting myself play with the hair at the back of his neck as I adjusted to the intrusion.
I took a moment just to feel the connection there, to hold him tight and fist him with my inner walls, with his bare chest pressed to mine. He grunted, jerking when I locked down.
That’s when I bit him. My fangs were ready, so I opened wide and sank them into the muscle next to his pulse.
He shouted my name and grabbed my hips, grinding himself up into my pussy as I sucked on his shoulder. To my surprise, he tasted sweet, like cinnamon rolls.
“Yes, Brielle, yes. Just like that.” His words were reverent, the cords standing out in his neck as I let my fangs sink just a bit deeper.
After a few seconds I leaned back, careful not to move too much as I let my fangs slide free. The urge to lick him was overwhelming, so I did, carefully covering the wound with my tongue. It began to close up almost immediately, only a few rivulets of blood escaping to run down his chest and back.
The bonding magic would keep the scar there permanently. I licked it one more time, and he moaned again.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to come right now, and you’re far too coherent for that. I need you screaming my name, making a mess of my cock before I come with my fangs in your neck.”
I shivered, the words sending heat racing up the back of my neck and making my breasts tingle when I pulled back from the bite.
He didn’t waste a second, flipping our positions without leaving my center. When I was stretched out in the middle of the bed with him over me, he began to move again, slowly at first, stopping at the end of each stroke to grind against my clit.
“Kane… If you keep doing that…” I panted, unable to finish the sentence.
“That’s right, baby. I want your orgasm, right here, right now. What do you need from me? You need it harder, softer?” He held my hands overhead, pinning them into the mattress as he pumped in and out, never letting me come down from the growing high, that impending cliff of ecstasy I could feel building dangerously high.
“I want everything. Let your wolf go. Claim me.” I looked up into his glowing eyes as I said the last words, and it was like I could see the switch flip.
Reserved Alpha Kane was gone, replaced by his wolf. He let my hands go, pulling out for the briefest second to flip me onto my hands and knees, and then he was back, so deep the head of his cock bottomed out with every stroke. The friction and heat were phenomenal, stars winking behind my eyes as I held on to the comforter for dear life.
He didn’t let me stay there long, though. After a few pounding strokes, he banded an arm around my chest and lifted me, so I was impaled on his cock and stretched, his chest pressed against my back, sending delicious friction over all my sensitive skin. His hand traveled to my breast, and then in one swift motion, he pinched my nipple at the same time his other hand pinched my clit.
I broke into a thousand pieces, shattered like stars in the sky, with nothing to hold me together but his arms. He roared and sank his fangs into my neck as he came, sending me immediately into a second peak.