Filed to story: The Wolf Prince’s Fated Love
I leaned in close and startled her with one long lick from the bottom of her seam all the way to the top, stopping briefly to circle her needy little clit, the perfect bud practically crying for attention. But I didn’t-couldn’t-hold myself back like last time. This time, she needed all of me, and I had to get her ready.
She was so small and fragile, my mate. I sank two fingers deep inside her, and she arched off the bed, putting her exquisite round tits on display for me. I growled my appreciation against her clit, but didn’t stop moving.
“Oh Goddess, when you growl it’s, it’s-“
I did it again, pressing harder with my tongue and curling my fingers inside her, finding that hidden sweet spot. If I focused on her, I could pretend I wasn’t dogging the line of my self-control, wasn’t a bastard for taking her when I was half-wild with the moon lust.
She screamed her release, and her walls milked my fingers so good, it was criminal. I couldn’t wait to feel her strangle my cock. I kept rubbing, easing back a little as she rode it out, but not stopping. She was panting under me, so beautiful in letting go. Goddess, what had I done to deserve her? I didn’t know, but I’d get on my knees every day and worship her, body and soul, to keep her.
I pulled back and added a third finger, stretching her wider, and she let out a moan.
“Kane, I want the real thing. Don’t tease me. Please, please, please.” She was writhing again, though, and those needy little pleases meant my mate was going to come again before I gave her my cock.
I stood, kicking off my sweats in one simple move, never stopping my fingers pumping in her tight channel as I leaned over her, catching her eyes. My wolf craved them, deep pools of gorgeous brown, so expressive, so liquid.
“Look at me, Brielle. You want my dick? Hmm? Want to squeeze me while you come?”
“Yes, Kane. Yes. That’s what I want, please-” Her hips surged up, impaling herself harder on my fingers, drenching me with every clamp of her inner walls, making me groan.
“I want that too, but you’re still too tight. I need you to come again for me, like the good mate you are. Do you want that?”
“Kane…” Her eyes fluttered shut, hands fisted in the sheets as I worked her relentlessly. My wolf pushed again, growing restless to be inside her, to claim her.
“Bare your neck.”
She didn’t hesitate, craning her head away from me, exposing her creamy throat, and I rumbled, the desire to please her driving me forward. Dragging my nose up her neck, I stopped at her ear. When I nipped the lobe with my tongue, her whole body jerked under me.
“So responsive, mate. You were made for me. Are you ready to take me?”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
I licked and kissed down the length of her neck, feasting on her whimpers of need, right to the pulse point where her neck met her shoulder. When I bit her, she screamed again, going rigid as her pussy locked down on my fingers in a wave of bliss. It was torture, not letting my fangs pierce her, mark her, but I wanted to do everything right with Brielle. She deserved the most beautiful full-moon ceremony for her mating, and that was what she’d have. But for now, I could give her this small taste of what it would be like between us. And I couldn’t wait a second longer to sink inside her.
She stifled a sob when I pulled my fingers free. “No, Kane, please, I need more, I need-“
I pulled my hips back and nudged her entrance with the head of my cock. She was so slick, I nearly slid in with the barest pressure. The desire to piston all the way in was strong, but I didn’t want to hurt her. Gripping both hips, I slowly guided myself in, mesmerized by the sight of her pussy sucking me in inch by inch and the feel of her heat. She was heaven, and I never wanted to leave.
She moaned low and long, sending tingling heat to the base of my spine.
I took it slow, trying desperately not to completely lose it as her perfect pussy gripped me, her jasmine perfume going to my head and trying to send me into a full-on rut, but it was our first time. I needed to make it mind-blowing for her.
I started to pull back, continue the slow easing, but she lifted her hips and slammed against me, driving me the rest of the way home in one hard stroke, and my eyes rolled back in my head at the feel of her.
The rest of the world faded away as I lost myself in her and finally let go. I plunged deeper and faster, and she took me, matching me stroke for stroke and saying little nonsense words of encouragement. She clung to my shoulders, scratching her nails over my chest and back until finally, she flung her head back in bliss, locking down on my cock and pulling me over the edge right along with her. After, as I gathered her to my chest and buried my nose in her apple-scented hair, I felt the tether between us solidify further, the whole world tilting on its axis, as she owned her place at the center of my universe.
THIRTY-TWO
Brielle
Iwas deliciously sore when I woke up, and comfier than I’d ever been in my life, wrapped in a pair of big, strong arms that smelled tantalizingly of cinnamon. His scent was all warm spice this morning in the aftermath of our first time, and it made me ridiculously happy. The way he’d let go and trusted me to handle all of him, the wolf and the man. He’d loved me without restraint, without holding anything back.
And today, I’d have to wrap every second of that around me like a cloak to get through his father’s funeral at his side. But for now, I wanted to bask in the best afterglow of my life.
As he sensed my awareness, the hand that had been firmly planted on my ribs began to travel, setting a wake of goose bumps to life as he trailed his calloused fingertips over my sensitive stomach. They were drawing little circles on my hip when I realized we were covered in the softest blanket I’d ever felt, which definitely hadn’t been here when we’d fallen asleep, legs tangled together like teenagers in the massive bed.
“Where did this come from? Did you have it tucked away in a closet?” I lifted the edges of the deep-blue fabric and gasped when I saw the perfect, tiny stars sprinkled over the surface. The background faded between blue and black and purple, a work of art and the mirror image of a beautiful night sky.
“It’s from one of your chests. From my mother.”
“Umm, what?”
He propped himself up on his elbow, watching my fascination with the beautiful blanket. “Your pack doesn’t have this tradition? The bride gifts?” One sculpted eyebrow arched in question. I let myself trace it, my fingers falling down his scruffy cheek to land on his perfect lips. They twisted into a wicked smile beneath my fingers, and he nipped the digit playfully.
The simple tease had me blushing, which was ridiculous given all we’d done last night. Three times we’d come together in the night, one of us stirring and reaching for the other on instinct. It was glorious, uninhibited, and I knew that the feel and the taste of him was forever imprinted on my being. The last time was slow and tender, the final evidence of the wolf fading from his eyes after. He was back-my calm, intelligent alpha.
“I mean, there are regular mating gifts. The whole pack brings a little something, but what do you mean chests?”
“In my father’s pack, and in Pack Blackwater, also, it’s customary for the male’s family to assemble a chest of gifts for the new mate, to welcome her into the family. My mom started assembling things when I was fifteen, and she never did anything halfway. She always looked forward to eventually having a daughter to spoil. So, she started early. Every year or two, she’d ship me another to put with the rest.”
“This was something she chose for her future daughter-in-law?”
“Yes. If it’s not to your taste, there are many more spread through the chests that you can choose from. I chose this one because it matched your starry T-shirt. It’s the only thing I’ve seen you wear twice since you’ve been here.”
“No, I absolutely love it. It’s the most beautiful blanket I’ve ever seen.” I was floored, and my throat clogged with emotion. His mother, whom I’d never met, had put together this amazing gift for me? To welcome me?
“What’s wrong? Why are you crying, baby?”
I hurriedly swiped away the traitorous tear that leaked down my cheek. “I’m sorry, it’s stupid. It’s just so nice. And I- My mom has been gone so long, it just really sucks that yours did this amazing thing for me, and now I’ll never get to meet her. To thank her for the chests, but also for raising such an amazing son.”
I looked up and the warmth and love in his eyes took my breath away. He flipped me over, pulling me on top of his chest, and enveloped me in another hug. I relished the comfort, soaking it up like a long-dry sponge, never wanting it to end.
“She would have loved you more than you know,” he said, the words soft against my hair.