Leaping, she quickly straddled him, then settled her sex on his cock. She took her time moving up and back along his hard column so that he could feel how wet she was for him. She knew the marking would get very physical and she needed him to understand she wasn’t afraid.
His neck arched, and he groaned. “I’ve wanted this with you so bad. The dreamglide was wonderful but this is incredible.”
She leaned over him and looked into his eyes. The dark brown was lit with a familiar amber glow, very wolf. She loved it. She loved the physicality of his wolfness. His scent had started to rise as well, the deep heavy musk of the alpha that had her nipples tingling and her sex clenching.
She shouldn’t even be with a wolf, not after how Alicia had died. In fact, she should hate everything about what he was. Yet she couldn’t, because this was Fergus. He was a good man. And dammit if his wolf didn’t turn her on.
She kissed his cheek and his lips, then moved lower to lick along his throat. His black fur had already formed a thin ring around his neck and his scent was thickest there, like warm summer grasses, sun-drenched rocks, and wolf combined. She nuzzled him, then licked his fur. You smell like heaven, Fergus, and you taste so good.
A low growl returned. She lifted her hand to touch his mouth then rubbed her finger over his wolf fangs again. She couldn’t help the moan that rushed from her throat.
She lifted up so she could look at him again. She savored the strong shape of his brows, the amber in his dark eyes, the way he pulled his lips back to let her know he was very male.
She reached down low and caught the head of his cock in her hand. She held his gaze as she slowly positioned him at her sex.
As she eased onto him, he huffed out a series of wolf grunts. “Damn that feels good, Mary.”
She released a long stream of pleasure-filled air.
“And your cock feels amazing. I’ve wanted you like this as well, Fergus. In real-time.” When another wave of his scent reached her, she shuddered. Her nostrils quivered, more wolf than fae. She drank in his musk, and it sent a ripple through her sex so that she clenched around him. He groaned heavily.
She leaned down and nipped at his throat along the line of his fur. His scent grew stronger, which sent another ripple and this time when she clenched it was like a melody she played with her internal muscles.
“How are you doing that? My God, Mary.” He surrounded her with his arms, caressing her back.
“It’s you, Fergus. It’s how you smell. Your scent is making me do things I didn’t know I could do. Give me more.” She licked his throat. The fur tingled on her tongue and another wave of his musk hit her.
Only this time, the clenching caused a different kind of reaction in Fergus.
It all happened so fast that she was airborne before she knew what hit her. Fergus had pulled out of her and flipped her up, then over. She landed on the bed on her back.
He was poised above her on his knees. His cock stood upright and he held it in one hand as he stared down at her, his eyes at half-mast. A heavy V of black fur appeared on his chest angling well below his navel, pointing the way.
She arched on the bed, aching for him, needing him to get back inside her. She reached for his arms, but he leaned away from her. He seemed to have something else in mind as his gaze fell to the narrow landing patch of blond hair on her sex. Another growl left his throat.
Gliding backward, he moved farther down on the bed, then lowered his mouth to her sex and began to lap. But he wasn’t gentle about it. Instead, it was as though he was feasting on her and the grunting, hungry sounds he made teased her into a frenzy.
She howled softly, a strange sound for a fae woman to make. Like Fergus, she kept the volume down as well.
He lifted up and howled with her.
In a quick, rolling motion, she turned on her stomach then lifted her hips into the air. It was blatant, animal-like and she loved doing it, knowing it would drive the wolf in him crazy.
She felt him grip her hips with his hands. At the same time, she rose up on all fours.
His howls transformed into a low guttural grunting sound. He pierced her sex with his cock and began to drive into her with deep thrusts.
Her breaths came in short gasps. She pulled her long hair away from her neck. She knew what was coming and the strange rippling inside her sex began to flow once more, repeating over and over.
Mary that feels amazing. He licked the back of her neck and the ripples increased in speed. And you’re showing a thin ridge of blond fur here. He licked her neck.
He began to pump into her which strengthened the ripples. Her moans turned to a huffing kind of grunt. Pleasure built a fire inside her. His tongue on her neck kept the ripples moving even faster and her sex clenched around his stiff cock.
When she felt him bend over her with his chest pushing into her back, she knew what was coming. She felt saliva from his mouth first. He was grunting hard and pumping with equal force as his extended wolf teeth bit down on the back of her neck, clamping her into a submissive hold.
She released a high-pitched howl as pleasure flowed all down her body.
He held onto her chest, an arm across her breasts, and pumped faster.