He laid me down on the bed gently and began stripping. “I am sure,” he answered. His cock sprang free and I salivated at the sight. He saw the hunger in my eyes and palmed the thick, fleshy-headed monster with approval. “The soul does not lie. Our bodies do not lie. Now, come sweetling,” he commanded. “Suck my cock. I wish to feel your beautiful mouth on my flesh.”
I nodded, helpless to refuse him. I wanted his cock in my mouth. I want to feel the hot length bumping against the back of my throat. I wanted to hear him shout as he filled my mouth. I shuddered at the wanton desire crawling through my veins. He brought out a part of myself that I never knew existed. Had it only been a few hours ago that I’d been sitting in that bar, feeling morose and pathetic for being stood up by a loser that I barely liked anyway? I pushed away the memory with distaste. It may have been only hours ago, but it felt like a lifetime ago in someone else’s life. I closed my eyes and inhaled the spicy musk clinging to his bronzed skin and eagerly sucked his cock into my mouth. His groan thrilled me senseless and I worked harder to please him. His fingers threaded through my hair and I loved the feel of his grip tightening on my scalp as I increased the tempo, sucking harder, laving the head with attention to the ridge until he began to moan deep in his throat. I wanted to taste him. I’d never imagined myself desiring such a thing but at that moment, I desperately wanted him to lose control through my actions. A heady excitement followed as his breathing became shallow and harsh, as if he were holding back by the thinnest of margins. I cupped the heavy twin sac and kneaded it softly, tugging gently as I sucked. The added stimulation was all it took and suddenly, he stiffened and shouted as warm jets of fluid filled my mouth. I gulped the salty cream quickly as more filled my mouth. Some escaped and dribbled down my chin but I didn’t care. His cock slipped from my mouth and he stumbled away to collapse on the bed. His spent cock seeped at the head, dripping slowly down his thigh. I wiped at my chin and stared at the man lying beside me, his massive chest heaving with the force of his exertion. I couldn’t help the smile that curved my lips. I’d managed to lay this giant of a man low with the power of my mouth. Similarly, he’d done the same to me in that dingy bathroom.
Was it true? Were we linked in some way? I had to have answers. I straddled him and stared down, waiting for him to catch his breath. After a moment, he opened his eyes and smiled his approval at my initiative. “Tell me what you are,” I said.
“First, remove your clothing,” he countered with a grin. “It hardly seems fair that I am the only one naked.” I blushed and hesitated. It was one thing to be nude in the heat of the moment, yet quite another to strip in front of another person fully aware that there would be no hiding your flaws. At my hesitation, he gentled his voice, saying, “Never hide your body from me. There is nothing on your body that I do not desire. Your plump tits are perfect for sucking; your rounded hips make me ache with need; and your ass makes me hard just thinking of the things I want to do to it. And there is nothing I wouldn’t do to your body, no place I wouldn’t touch or taste, sweetling. To me, you are perfection.”
My eyes watered. “How can you say that? I’m plainly not perfect.”
His expression changed to a mild scowl as he said, “To me you are everything and that is all that matters.” He rose up and I tucked my legs around his torso. He sealed his mouth to mine, matching his actions to his words. I sank into his touch, tangling my tongue with his. My arms wound around his neck and I pressed myself tightly against him. I’d only known him for a few hours but that seemed false. The contours of our bodies matched like puzzle pieces and I realized I could spend an eternity in his arms and never miss the world. I broke the kiss and pulled my blouse free, tossing it to the floor. He unsnapped my bra for me. When my breasts bounced free, he filled his palms with the weighty flesh. His eyes closed as he squeezed each breast and thumbed the nipple to tight, budded tips. I groaned at his touch, loving how quickly and easily my body responded. I climbed off of him and slowly unzipped my jeans to wiggle free. His eyes lit up with pure lust as soon as the jeans cleared my hips, revealing the black lacy panties that had matched my bra. I peeled the fabric from my hips and tossed them to him. He surprised me when he brought the scrap of cotton to his nose and inhaled deeply. I blushed yet the fact that he loved my personal scent was a major turn-on. To him, my scent wasn’t dirty or musky — it was straight perfume. I understood this because it was how I felt about him. When I’d buried my nose in his groin, the scent of his flesh near his cock and balls was the most amazing scent I’d ever encountered.
“So beautiful,” he breathed, his voice tight with restrained lust. “Come here, sweetling.”
I did as he bade me and once again straddled his torso. His cock had recovered and was already swelling to majestic proportions. I wanted answers but I also wanted to feel him inside me. I was caught between the need to understand and the need to feel. As his hardened cock nudged at my backside, the warm flesh like silk poured over hot steel, I knew I would need to feel him inside me first. The answers could wait.
I lifted and sank down on the thick length of him. I shuddered as my channel stretched to accommodate his length and girth. It took a full moment before I could move. The shock of his cock impaling me took my breath away. He lifted his hips, pushing himself deeper inside me. I drew a shuddering breath and moaned as the head of his cock rubbed against my G-spot, thrumming that particularly elusive pleasure zone with unerring accuracy. The pleasure rippled through me as he held my hips and plunged hard into me. My entire body jiggled with each thrust and my mouth fell slack as I ground myself against his cock. He filled his hands with my breasts, squeezing the firm, bountiful flesh as I found my pleasure writhing on his thick member. I’d never been so wanton, so free, so greedily focused on getting off instead of worrying about what I looked like naked. I didn’t have to worry any longer about the lighting or the angles and I gloried in that sexual freedom.
A flush stole up my neck as that delicious tingle began in the pit of my stomach just as Vance began to groan loudly, his grip on my hips tightening painfully. “Yess, sweetling,” he encouraged me with a growl. “Take your pleasure. Ride me, beautiful woman!”
I gasped and everything tightened inside me, bursting in a starfall of sensation as my core milked his cock, gripping his shaft and drawing his seed deep inside my body. I cried out, tears wetting my cheeks as I came so hard my teeth ached from clenching them together. I fell forward, my hair draping across his face as I shook from the intensity. “Oh God,” I gasped, trying to catch my breath. “What you do to me…it’s incredible!”
“No more than what you do to me,” he admitted in a harsh rasp. He smoothed the hair from my face and rose up to kiss me deeply. His cock was still embedded inside me and I wanted to keep it that way forever, locked together at our cores for eternity. “I’d given up hope of ever finding you,” he murmured against my lips. “But now, I realize you were worth the wait.”
I smiled with pure joy and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I never knew what I was waiting for until now,” I said, my tears falling on his shoulder as I buried my nose against his skin. I gave an exploratory lick and smiled at the salt on my tongue from his sweat. I pulled away and he wiped my tears. Now was the time for answers. “Tell me what you are. I need to know.”
“Do you think you are ready?” he asked.
“No. But I know that I won’t be able to rest until I do. My brain won’t shut off and I’ll find answers one way or another. I’d rather hear from you.”
He nodded and I climbed from his body. Naked, he was a glorious sight. My gaze feasted on every muscular curve and bulge in his chest and forearms, wondering how I ended up so lucky. The best part? He was staring at my body with the same hunger in his eyes. I grinned and gestured for him to get on with it so we could get back to worshipping each other’s bodies.
“It would be better to show you,” he said with a reluctant sigh.
“Okay,” I said, frowning. “Show me what?
”
Vance got off the bed and stood before me. His skin shone in the warm light from the nightstand lamp and glistened from our lovemaking. His dark hair fell across his eye giving him a rogue appearance that totally fit. His lips, sensual and full, pursed as he sought the right way to answer my question. Of course, in my naiveté I thought I was prepared for whatever he had to say. I think a part of me still believed he was a little cracked and oddly, I was okay with that, but I wasn’t prepared at all for what happened next.
His entire body tensed and the muscles stood out in rigid detail as if strung up by invisible cords. His teeth gritted and an agonized groan escaped. The pained sound propelled me from the bed but he growled, “stay back” and I sank down on the bed, suddenly more fearful than when he carted me off from the bar. My eyes widened as rough hairs began to sprout from beneath his skin, spreading like a pelt. His nose elongated and the damp sound of splintering bones caused me to shriek in horror. Oh God…I stuffed a knuckle in my mouth to keep from screaming my head off. What was I seeing? An impossibility and yet…I scrambled away from the thing transforming before my eyes into a large, black wolf with human eyes and realized everything I ever knew about life was wrong. Men don’t shape-shift into animals. At least, they didn’t as of yesterday. I trembled as the wolf watched me with bright, too-human eyes. My instinct was to run. But I couldn’t move. My brain was frozen, overwhelmed by what I’d just witnessed and fighting against the knowledge that I’d just witnessed the impossible. He said I was his mate. How was that possible? We weren’t even the same species. I needed to get out of there. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be. I shook my head and whispered, “I can’t…I…I’m sorry.”
The wolf widened his stance when I tried to dart around him, snapping to keep me corralled in the bedroom. I shrank away, terrified. What if he bit me? What if he didn’t remember me when he was in this form and he tore me to pieces? I shook with fear and felt ready to puke. Suddenly, his whole body shimmered and there was a high-pitched keening that made me clap my hands over my ears. Within a heartbeat, Vance stood before me, a man again. Tears filled my eyes. “What am I supposed to feel about this?” I asked, shaking my head. “You just turned into a wolf for crap’s sake!”
“It matters not what I turn into, what matters is that we are mated for life. Wherever you go, I will follow. With my kind, once we bond with our mate, we cannot bond with another.”
“But how is this possible? I’m human.”
He shrugged. “It happens with our kind sometimes. I can’t explain it, only that it has happened in the past, though rarely.”
“Are we…bonded?” I asked.
“From the moment I spilled my seed into your body,” he answered gravely.
Tears seeped from the corners of my eyes as I fought the urge to bawl. “What if I don’t want to be bonded? What if I’m not ready? How do you know if I’m even the right person for you? Maybe you’re getting a raw deal,” I said, mopping at my face with my hand. “This sucks, you know. Why couldn’t you have been just a crazy person like I originally thought?”
He remained silent through my tirade then walked toward me. I allowed him to gather me in his arms even though I should’ve pushed him away. Truthfully, I didn’t know what to think anymore. My brain had officially turned to mush. “How do you feel when I hold you?”
“As if I’ve finally come home,” I admitted, clinging to him and squeezing my eyes shut.
“And how does it feel when I’m inside you?” he asked.
“As if I’ve waited my entire life to feel truly alive,” I whispered, struck by the truth of it. I clung to him harder. “My body says yes, I will take you however I can get you even if that means you’re not human…but my mind…”
“Shhh,” he murmured against my crown. “Then we will work on silencing your mind.”
“How?”
“The only way I know how,” he said, carrying me back to the bed. I whimpered and squeezed my eyes shut as he laid me gently on the bed and pushed my legs open, baring myself to his hot gaze. He cupped my behind and pulled me roughly to him to nuzzle my hot core with his mouth. “You belong to me,” he said, delving his tongue deep between my folds to seek the hidden bud of my clitoris, swollen and tingling from his touch. “And I belong to you. Soon, nothing else will matter but this between us. I promise…”
His tongue swept my dripping channel until I was weak and needy, mewling at the back of my throat as he slipped a finger deep inside me as he flicked my pleasure nub without mercy. I panted and moaned as he stroked me deep inside with his finger and tongue. But I didn’t want to cum this way. I wanted to feel him inside me, pounding me with that massive cock as only he could. “Fuck me, Vance,” I begged, reaching out to him, tugging at the thick hair on his head. “Bend me over and fuck me until I can’t think any longer!”
With an approving growl, he rose up from my heated core and flipped me savagely onto my belly. I gasped as he plunged balls deep straight into my slick heat. There was something primal about the way he rammed his cock into me, almost branding me with his touch, and I cried out as he rode me hard. My nipples rubbed against the comforter with each thrust and the abrasion only intensified the sensations flitting through my body. He knew just how to take me to the edge and pull me back, torturing me with his ability to keep my orgasm hovering on the brink of completion without tumbling over. “Please!” I gasped, desperately needing to cum before I burst into tears from agony. “Vance, please!”
“Not yet,” he said tightly, surprising me when he withdrew. He rubbed the juices from our fucking over the tight bud of my ass and I stiffened when I realized what he wanted to do.
“No,” I cried, trying to move away but he anchored my hips with hands of steel. “Vance, no!”
“You’ve taken my seed in your mouth and your quim. Now it’s time for your ass,” he said firmly. “My woman will know my cock in all ways just as I will know your body from inside and out. When you whelp my pups, I will pull them from your body and clean you up afterward. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you but first, we must complete the bonding.”
I shuddered, afraid. “It will hurt.”
“Yes,” he said, regret heavy in his tone. “But only for a moment. Your body was made for me. It will adjust to my size. It is my right as your mate and it will cement our bond.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and jerked a short nod. “Do it, then.”
“Breathe,” he instructed. “And arch your back deeply. That’s it,” he said with admiration. “Now, try to relax, sweetling. I would never hurt you.” I knew this was true. Even if his penetration hurt in the short term, I knew he would lay down his life for me. I could give him what he desired, no matter my fear. His cock nudged at my tightly closed entrance and he nudged past the opening. I cried out at the fire spreading from my protesting sphincter but as I breathed through the pain, the tightness lessened and soon, my ass accepted his cock as readily as my pussy had.
“Ahhhh, that’s it, sweetling,” he cried, shuddering against me. “So good, so tight! You are perfection!”
He slowly pushed deeper inside me and I was surprised by how arousing it was to be penetrated like this when previously I’d found the idea distasteful. I clutched the comforter and groaned as sparks of sensation turned into tingles of pure pleasure that took my breath away. “Yesss, oh God, yesss!” I cried, quaking at the tremendous power surging through me, twisting me into a knot. “Vance! Ohhh! God!” How was it possible that each orgasm was more powerful than the last?
“Who do you belong to?” he bellowed as he pumped into my ass without mercy, banging his balls against my cheeks until my teeth clacked together with each thrust. “Tell me! Who do you belong to?” A surge of raw lust ripped through me at his savage demand and I quivered at the implication. He slapped my ass hard enough to sting and I yelped even as I writhed, purring like a cat in heat. “Say it, Olivia! Say it now!”
I threw my head back and screamed, “I belong
to you, Vance! You!” as I gave into the powerful magic binding us together with each deep penetration of my body. Once the words left my mouth, I came so hard I lost control and nearly blacked out. Vance shouted and I knew he’d cum as hard as me. His cock slipped from my ass and we both fell to the bed, exhausted.
My heart beat like a frantic bird in a cage and I struggled to catch my breath. My bones felt heavy and soft, as if they were melting beneath my skin. It was the most amazing feeling I’d ever experienced. I lifted my gaze to his and found the man of my dreams staring right back at me, only I’d never truly known what kind of man I’d been looking for.
Now, I realized I hadn’t been looking for a man at all. I’d been looking for a wolf walking in a man’s skin.
I smiled as he gently knuckled my cheek with a level of warmth and tenderness that hardly seemed possible in this big, burly primal beast of a man. It didn’t matter that I’d only met him mere hours ago, my heart had known him for much longer.
I didn’t need to ask about the bond. I could feel the tether between us, linking our souls with an ethereal string that would never break.
And for the first time in my life, I felt cherished, valued…and most definitely desired.
Never again would I feel second best.
In his eyes, I was everything; and in my eyes, there was no comparison.
I was bound to the beast — and I would spend the rest of my life being loved by him.
In truth, I couldn’t imagine a better future.
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He tossed me to the bed and I landed with a soft oomph on the pillowy, dense comforter and I giggled as he pulled my panties off with his teeth. At that moment I was glad I’d slept in a nightshirt only, not that it would’ve mattered, right? Dream clothes probably just faded like mist in the dreamscape. I was impressed with my own attention to detail. Of course, I’d always been accused of being a bit of a control freak, or Type A as they called it. So it stood to reason that—“Ohhh!” I gasped in shock as he plunged his cock deep inside me without warning. My pussy lips stretched around that huge cock almost painfully and it felt as if he were about to pop out through my throat. I felt stuffed to the gills with man meat like never before. “Oh God,” I breathed, my nipples pebbling into hard points, begging to be sucked as he pushed himself deeper still into my throbbing body. This felt incredibly…real. Even down to the rhythmic pulses deep within my channel as he rubbed the head of his cock against my G-spot, teasing and coaxing it into ringing my bell. I groaned, loud and desperate, as he thrust into my hot and greedy core, almost impossibly large and domineering as he worked my body, lifting my hips and tossing my legs over his beefy shoulders. I cried out as he pinched my nipples and then nearly bent me in half with his big body, shoving into me hard as his balls slapped against my ass.