Filed to story: The Wolf Prince’s Fated Love
My dick tried to punch a hole through my cotton pants as her molten core settled against me, and I couldn’t contain a hoarse groan at the sensation. Good Goddess-if I didn’t get a grip, I’d come in my pants like a teenager.
That wasn’t about to happen. So, I focused on her, trying to block the overwhelming onslaught of being this close to my mate for the first time. The urge to bury my dick inside her and sink my aching canines into her neck was hardest to suppress, but I managed by taking the hard bead of one of her nipples into my mouth and sucking hard.
Should I be gentler? I didn’t know. I hadn’t been with a woman in decades, at least. Even if I had, none of them mattered. That was before. Before her. She was all that existed as I tasted, teased, and nipped until she cried out and dug her fingers into the back of my neck, pulling me to her other breast. I gave that one the same treatment, keeping her anchored to me with the weight of my hips against hers.
“Dirge, I- Oh.” She breathed out little nonsense words as I drove her higher. When nothing was left but cries of need, I lifted her again, looping her thighs over my shoulders and shredding the impeding fabric of her thin sleep shorts to bare her gleaming, wet pussy to my gaze before sliding up to bracket her rib cage and hold her steady against the window.
“Shay.” I whispered the word against her heated flesh, so honored in this moment that she was here with me. I didn’t deserve her. I never could, but I was grateful she deigned to let me touch her anyway.
She gripped my shoulders tightly with both hands. “I’m going to fall, Dirge. Put me down,” she ordered, voice shaking with need and curiosity as much as fear. I looked up at her then, from under half-shuttered eyelids.
“Give me two minutes, and if you still want me to put you down, I will.” I dove in before she had a chance to argue further, her keening cry as my tongue speared her core drowning out any objections she may have had left.
Her orgasm had her soaking my chin in less than ninety seconds. But I didn’t stop, ruthlessly circling her needy little clit with my tongue as she arched against the pressure.
“Dirge! Dirge, put me down. Please, I need you. I need you right now.” She tugged a fistful of my hair, the sharp sting only driving me to lick her again, from the bottom of her slit all the way to that crown jewel of pleasure. She moaned then, long and low, but didn’t release her grip on me. “Put me on the bed.
Now.”
She growled then, the low sound driving me to obey my female. I carried her across the room still on my shoulders, face buried in her stomach until I reached the mattress. I settled her with extra care on her back, letting my fingers trail up to toy with her reddened nipples again, but she was done with foreplay. Leaning up on one elbow, she dragged my lips down to hers in a claiming kiss.
Heat bloomed inside me at the possessiveness of it. I wanted it, every bit she had to offer. There was heat across my chest too, but I paid it no mind. She consumed my every thought.
She used my hair to anchor me so she could pull back, panting. “Inside me, right now. I need you. Hard.”
My dick pulsed with unfettered need at the command. I was as dominant as a wolf could be, but I loved that command on her lips in a way that I’d never loved anything before. I straightened just enough to peel down my pants, kicking them away as she drank me in with dark, hungry eyes. The soft gray of them shone in the darkness as I climbed back onto the bed, hovering over her on my hands and knees.
She bent her knees to cradle me with her hips, greedy hands on my hips pulling me down, down, down until the head of my cock bumped up against her.
She whimpered, and I was lost. One stroke, to the hilt. She enveloped me with heat and desire, and the sound I made when she squeezed me was not human.
“Please, please,” she whispered, hoarse with need. “More,” she urged, and then I was moving, plunging inside her heat, lost to my mate in the most primal way possible. She cried out as need spiked in my blood. My canines lengthened, the wolf still present even in this dream state, urging me to mark her. Mate with her.
“Shay.” My words were guttural, almost unrecognizable.
“Yes.” Just one word. So simple, yet it held the weight of the whole world. I reached down to stroke her clit for a half second before I struck, fangs sinking deep into her throat as ecstasy and connection surged through me. She screamed and arched underneath me, her nails scoring my back deep enough to draw blood of her own as I plunged into her once more, twice, and then roared my own release into the night.
Something deeper pulsed in the air between us as I collapsed over her, letting my lips find her neck, my tongue trace the wound there to seal it. She whimpered at the tenderness, but pulled me closer. “I’m too heavy. I’ll crush you,” I murmured, trying to pull to the side.
But my stubborn mate wrapped her legs around me, defiantly holding me in place. “Stay with me. Just stay with me.”
And so we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, just breathing in the early morning glow and the unexpected gifts we’d found together.
TWENTY
Shay
When my eyes cracked open the next morning, a warm, languid feeling suffused my limbs. That had been a hell of a dream. Was it possible to orgasm in your sleep? The sticky residue between my thighs said yes, yes, it was.
The question had a blush burning in my cheeks as I quickly scanned the room, only to spot wolf-Dirge-not to be confused with hot-as-sin dream-Dirge-sleeping peacefully in front of my door.
Who knew that the instant I tried to consciously distance myself from my mate, my subconscious would nip that idea in the bud? Well, more than that. Drive me to dream of the mating bite.
I’d never been one for vivid dreams, beyond the occasional flashback-style nightmare. But that… it had been so vivid. Granted, I felt a little sheepish considering I had no idea what Dirge actually looked like. I could just have had insanely intense dream sex with somebody’s mailman, for all I knew.
That thought had me biting my bottom lip and making a mental note to ask Reed if he could show me a picture of his brother.
Another guilt-laden peek at Dirge, and I mentally amended,
Today. I’ll ask for a picture today.
If my brain was going to provide crazy-good dream sex, it should at least be with the right man.
I shook my head and then went about the business of getting ready after a quick scratch behind Dirge’s ears. I had a hard time looking him in the eye after the night I had, but otherwise, things between us slipped back into the same routine we’d had before I asked Gael to escort him to my room last night.
He followed me out when it was time for breakfast, and I didn’t argue. If last night had shown me anything, it was that while it might be painful to hold on to a mate who wasn’t actively choosing me… I still wasn’t ready to let him go.
Clearly.
Knocking on Leigh’s door only got me a grouchy “Go away until lunch.” So I moved on down to Brielle and Kane’s. I wouldn’t have known it was theirs-they’d left the gathering last night hours before I had-except Reed was stationed outside it.
He seemed fresh as could be, no sign of overimbibing the spiced wine, like my idiot self had.
“Good morning, Shay, Dirge.” He nodded to me, and then his brother. The look of sadness never quite left his eyes these days, and I couldn’t blame him. But maybe sharing old, happier memories with me would cheer him up? “Come to see Brielle?”
Remembering could make him worse, but I had to hope not.
“Good morning.” I was getting better at talking around the most trusted men of Kane’s pack, but the words were still quieter than I would have liked. I cleared my throat and tried again. “I am, but I also have a question for you. If you don’t mind,” I added, still feeling preemptive guilt about dredging up memories that might be painful for him.
“Of course, anything.” His voice dropped low, his eyes holding mine with a worried question. When I didn’t immediately respond, he took a step forward. “Is everything okay?”
“Oh, yes. Sorry.” My cheeks burned. Asking a simple question shouldn’t be this hard. Probably wasn’t this hard for most people.