“We can go slow,” he growls out, but I can hear the need in his voice. It’s the same rising inferno I feel within me. “You hold the cards, little mate.”
I’m starting to breathe harder, faster. I can’t control it, can’t stop this. But I should. I don’t know Colt, yet I do. He’s a stranger, yet he’s not.
He’s my mate and all I want to do is give myself over to him in all ways because then I’ll know what perfection is.
I need to take this one day at a time. I am on the run, yet here I am with my mate, about to give myself to him because there’s no way I can stop it.
“Tell me, mate. Tell me what you want and it’s yours.”
I open my mouth, not sure what to say, how to explain any of this. The flavor of him is still on my lips and tongue, already having me addicted, already having me crave more.
“You,” I whisper. “I want you.” There is no taking it back now.
I hear him growl low, his animal flashing to the surface, causing my wolf to do the same in need, in desperation. He has me in his arms a second later, the feeling of his erection digging into my belly making me moan.
I could have gotten off right then from the intense pleasure that slams into me.
“I need you. I need my mate.” The words spill from me before I can even censor them, before I even know what the hell is going on.
And before I know what is happening, Colt steps a foot away and has my clothes all but torn away, this animalistic growl coming from him, his nails now claws as he shreds the fabric in his haste to get to me.
I feel the chill in the air brush along my now naked, overheated body.
I’m about to tell him to get his clothes off, too, but he’s in the process of doing that before the words spill from my lips. His focus is on me the entire time, his eyes flashing with his inner animal.
His wolf wants out. It wants me.
When he’s naked all I can do is stare at his body uncovered. Colt is hard, toned. As a shifter, he’s huge, with defined muscle and raw male prowess. The danger and power pour from him in waves, causing me to get even wetter, more aroused.
He’s big and hard, with a light sprinkling of chest hair covering his pectoral muscles, and another dark trail starting below his navel and going right to the monstrous cock that is hard and pointing right at me.
My mouth dries at the sight.
“The way you’re looking at me has me barely hanging on, little mate.”
Good, because that’s where I’m at right now.
I can’t tear my gaze from his dick, or his balls hanging right below the massive length. There’s a dot of pre-cum on the slit at the tip of his shaft, and my heart races.
God, will he even fit?
Being a virgin means this is all new territory for me, but because we’re mates this is all so right, so perfect. I may be inexperienced but the mating heat will handle all of that. We’ll fit together perfectly.
My mouth dries as I watch him grab his cock and start to stroke himself from root to tip. I certainly didn’t see my night ending his way, but I’m not going to stop it either. I need it like I need to breathe.
My throat constricts while watching as he jerks himself off, the feeling of him watching me intense and arousing, the mating heat strong between both of us. I lift my gaze to his face and see the powerful look of desire covering his expression.
“You want foreplay, little mate?”
“God. No.” I don’t think I’ll last if we do foreplay.
He groans deeply. “Good, because I can’t handle that shit right now. I need you too damn badly.” He has me in his arms a second later, and is striding toward the wall, pressing my back up against it. His hard, hot, long cock presses right into my belly. God, he’s hard … and huge.
He has his hand between my thighs a second later, and a gasp leaves me at the contact, at the heat of his touch. His fingers are so big, and my pussy is so wet that the digits slide right through my soaked cleft.
“Where do you want me?” he asks right by my ear. “Show me, mate.”
I grab his wrist, keeping him right on my pussy, but slide it lower until I feel his fingers brush my entrance.
“Right there, baby?”
I nod. “I want you here.”
He slips his thick finger in me, and I groan at the instant pleasure. He starts finger-fucking me in slow, steady motions, and I bite my lip at how good it feels.