Filed to story: The Wolf Prince’s Fated Love
He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he set me carefully on my feet. Thankfully, he didn’t let go, because my knees were already liquid and it took a second to get my bearings.
As soon as I could stand without falling down, I walked over to the sound system tucked into a cabinet right outside the bedroom door. I’d set it up this morning, so all I needed to do was push Play.
One click, and I wrapped my arms around myself as now-familiar notes began to play over the cabin’s sound system.
Dirge’s arms went around me from behind, his chin resting lightly on my shoulder as he listened. We stood like that for several minutes as the music rose and fell, weaving into the air, becoming part of the memory.
“It’s gorgeous. Did you compose this?”
I nodded, too caught up in the thrum of heat in my veins, of want pulsing in my pussy to answer. My wolf was pushing me now. She wanted to claim our mate, the visceral need was growing overwhelming, and while I wanted him to enjoy his gift, I wanted him to sink his teeth into my throat a little bit more.
There was no more time to waste. I spun in his grip, my hands going around the back of his neck like a lasso, pulling him tight against my mouth.
Dirge didn’t hesitate, a bit of that old, feral need still burning in his eyes as he reached down, looping his hands under my thighs, which he somehow still found through the many layers of skirt fabric. I could feel his heat burning through me. Between the two of us, we had enough fire burning to turn this house to ash, yet somehow, the only thing that ignited was need.
He navigated the small cabin with our lips still fastened together, each of us too far gone to separate. I hardly noticed the dip of a mattress beneath his knees because the delicious friction of his hard chest against my needy nipples was too great for me to care about anything else.
When my back hit crisp, cool sheets, I finally let our mouths fall apart on a breathless groan. He took the opening, peeling the thin straps of my dress the rest of the way down, exposing my breasts in one motion. A growl rumbled through his chest, his eyes glowing bright green with his wolf.
He kneaded my breasts with surprising gentleness given the speed with which we were racing toward the finish. I arched up into his touch, wanting more, more, more.
Dirge tweaked a nipple with one hand, sending a spiral of need straight to my clit as the other hand trailed down, slowly pushing the dress the rest of the way down. The thin prick of his wolf’s claws at his fingertips showed me just how on edge he was and nearly sent me over the edge to an early orgasm.
He exposed my lacy white thong a moment later as another rumble of pleasure barreled out of his chest, sending vibrations through me everywhere he touched me. But what really shook me to the core was one little word, projected as clearly as if he had spoken right into my mind.
Mine.
FIFTY-THREE
Dirge
Mine.
I didn’t mean to speak to her; not really. I was intent on two things-making her feel good and giving her my bite. But when it happened, it demanded a pause, an acknowledgment of this momentous shift between us.
Dirge?
Her mental voice was laced with wonder, even as it shook with need.
Muzica mea,
I practically purred through the bond, letting my mouth drop to her navel, sucking and nipping at her flesh as I worked my way across her flat stomach toward the edge of that lace. It was blocking the view I really wanted, of her sweet pussy.
I was torn as she once again arched beneath my ravenous kiss between whether to rip it to shreds or save it for a memento of this night forever.
She moaned low in her throat as my tongue worked the junction of her hip and thigh, and the decision was made. The sides of the skimpy fabric gave under my touch, and I tossed them away. Her pussy was bare and glistening in the soft lamplight, and the urge to throw back my head and howl was embarrassingly strong. My wolf was riding me hard, urging me to take, feast, claim.
Yes, she urged me. Her hands were woven into my hair, urging me forward, urging me to feast on her sweetness.
I shifted my position so I was between her legs, letting the fabric of the dress still tangled over her knees trap her beneath me. It kept her tightly in place, so I controlled the motion, the depth. I skated over her slick flesh with my thumb, but my fangs were low and aching for a taste. I used my hands to press back on her thighs, giving myself as much room as the dress would allow, and dove into her folds.
Her cries turned high and keening as my tongue pressed in, and I could feel an echo of her pleasure in my own chest, the feeling so overwhelming, I ground my erection down into the mattress with need.
Goddess, I was riding the knife’s edge of pleasure before I’d even taken my pants off. I was going to suffocate the first time I sank into her heat, when I could feel both sides of this tornado of pleasure rising between us.
She must have felt the same, because when I slipped my middle finger between her folds, I was still twirling my tongue lazily around her clit when the spark turned into a flame, and she quaked around me with a scream.
Her orgasm nearly made me lose my head, and my control. I groaned against her skin, dropping my forehead to her mound as I dragged in a hit of her scent, fighting for my composure even as I stroked her higher with my hand. The man wanted to tease her, torture her slowly to make this last all night. But the wolf had his needs too, and when my fangs grazed the crease of her groin, she cried out again, a feral pleasure burning through the bond in my chest.
She didn’t want to wait either. Her hands dragged at my shoulders, trying to pull me up, pull me in. But I couldn’t give her what she wanted just yet.
I lifted up, burying a second finger inside her as I used my other hand to snatch the dress the rest of the way down, leaving it to puddle on the floor as I yanked my dress pants so hard, a button pinged across the room.
She was lost with need now as I pumped into her faster, adding a third thick digit, stretching her wider for me. As soon as we were both completely naked, I lay back between her knees, laving the groove at the top of her thigh, working my way to the curve of her upper thigh.
Her legs were quaking around me, and I could feel that she was right there, at the precipice of another orgasm.
I pressed my thumb to her clit, following the pleasure as I applied just the right amount of pressure. But when I felt her about to go over that edge, I struck.
My fangs sliced into her thigh like butter, the heady hit of her blood at the back of my throat laced with her pleasure as she screamed my name. My wolf was howling to be buried inside her, her pussy clenching around my fingers so tightly, the bones hurt.
I withdrew my fangs, never stopping the pressure on her clit, keeping her riding the wave of pleasure as I licked and sealed the wound, pressing a reverent kiss next to my mark as I finally withdrew my fingers.
Euphoria nearly overwhelmed me as her tart-sweet pomegranate flavor bloomed on my tongue.
Goddess, she was everything. Perfection.
Before I could sheath myself in her, she was up on her knees, eyes glowing gold with her wolf. The tips of her fangs peeking out over her bottom lip took my breath away.
She was the goddess, a golden shimmer of power hanging in the air around her like nothing I’d ever seen before. Her fae half, shining through?
I didn’t resist as she pushed me down on my back, erection straining against open air in an invitation for her to take, ride, own me. Her hands were hot as a brand on my shoulders as she straddled me, the blunt tip of my dick bumping her slick folds, parting them easily as she paused, meeting my eyes.