Maybe I am.
I feel an orgasm building, it’s right there and I know he could push me over the edge with little effort. Just as I’m about to tip over, Jace pulls away and I let out a low groan. He chuckles under his breath as his hands release my thighs and glide up my body, the bulk of them as he covers me.
I cradle his body with my own and feel the head of his cock against my entrance. His eyes snap up to mine. He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t warn. He simply looks deep into my soul and plunges inside of me in one, long, very fucking long, plunge.
It’s like a piece of myself clicks into place when I’m full of him. It’s so damn right. Tears prick the back of my eyes, but I hold them back. It’s overwhelming, but not in a bad way.
Jace tips his head back and his howl shakes the windows. It sends a shiver down my spine and causes my pussy to clamp down around his length. His head snaps back down, his eyes a glowing yellow that causes me to do it again.
“Mine,” he roars.
CHAPTER 5
JACE
The feeling of my mate’s tight, wet cunt wrapped around my dick takes my breath away. I’m reduced to rumbled purrs and clenched muscles to try and get myself under control. I don’t want to get too carried away and scare her. It would be far too easy to get lost in her.
The only thing keeping me tethered to the here and now with a leash on the feral side of me is the surprise that I’m here with her like this at all. She shouldn’t have let me into her house. I’m a fucking monster, but here I am, buried inside her.
She looks up at me, her blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight streaming in from the window. It’s like she’s glowing or maybe it’s all my imagination, enhanced by whatever is strumming between us. The tether pulls me closer to her, needing all of her.
I cover her body with mine, sheltering her and giving her pleasure at the same time. Her hips move slightly underneath me, and I let out a growl of warning. I’m right on the edge of something and I don’t want to hurt her. I never want to hurt her.
“Little mate, you feel too fucking good. I don’t want to lose control,” my words are growled and difficult to push past my teeth and aching gums.
I know what the feral part of me wants. Bite her. Claim her. It’s a chant in my head and even when I try and push them away, they’re still there.
“Please,” she whimpers, “I need you to move.”
Her hands come up and wrap around my shoulders as if she’s the one who needs to feel grounded. I let out a groan as I slowly pull out of her and thrust back inside. I may not have never done this before, but I’m not ignorant or naïve.
“Yes,” she gasps and the feral part of me roars and puffs up in pride.
My instincts take over and I start to move my hips, pumping in and out of her, relishing how wet my little mate is. She clings to me as her eyes become foggy with lust. To give her pleasure, to know it’s because of me, it shatters something inside of me, the part of me that has been clinging to my humanity since the night I became something more.
I lick a long stripe up the side of her neck, but she’s not afraid. No. Dakota bends her head and gives me more access to her, her hips coming up to meet mine. Our bodies move together as I taste her skin, the scent of her, the blueberry muffin and orange scent, gets sweeter and blankets me in a haze of desire.
“Fuck, little mate,” I grit out through my teeth, but it comes out garbled.
I leave open mouth kisses along her shoulder, but one spot keeps calling to me and I know what it means. I don’t think I’ll be able to hold off. I’m not even sure if I want to.
“Harder,” she pleads and I’m fucking powerless.
I move my hips, powering into her and moving faster, needing the friction, needing all of her. Something starts to change in me. I have no idea what it is, but I’m too far gone to care at this point.
I need her. I need to fill her with my seed. I need to bite her. I need to taste her blood on my tongue and claim her so that everyone knows who she belongs to.
“So close,” she moans.
When I’m balls deep, I swivel my hips causing her to let out a long, low moan that has the hair on my body standing up. The way her pussy flutters around my length is so fucking good, better than I thought it would be. I never want it to end. I never want to be anywhere else but buried deep inside of this woman.
I don’t know her, the rational part of me tries to argue, but it doesn’t matter. She’s mine. Her scent called to me, and I heeded it. We’ll have a lifetime of getting to know each other, but nothing can replace this connection, this bond, between us.
“Your cunt is perfect,” I growl the words against her neck and her walls squeeze me harder.
I know she’s close and so am I. My balls tingle, but they’re not the only thing that does. The base of my cock feels like it’s growing, and I have no fucking idea why. I can’t dwell on it with the way her sweet pussy is begging me for my cum.
I adjust my weight over her to pull away enough so I can look into her eyes and move my hand between our bodies. The moment one of my claws skims across her clit, Dakota’s eyes go wide. She screams out my name as her channel clamps down on me in a rhythmic wave that has me burying myself deep inside of her, wanting to feel it all.