It’s like my words unlock something for the both of us as he stands me up and strips me quickly. His movements are jerky with need, but he ensures he doesn’t hurt me. It’s perfect. He’s perfect, even if there’s a little bit of me that is still afraid.
Afraid this will all vanish. Afraid it’s just a dream and I’ll wake up still stuck in my past life with Macneal and his abuse.
I push the thoughts aside when Jace stands, and I push his sweatpants down his legs. He kicks them away and I giggle a little at the sound of fabric tearing as he does. He’s not at all bothered, if the look of raw hunger on his face is anything to go by.
I crawl onto the bed and wiggle my ass at him because everything in me is begging me to present myself to him this way. “I want to feel you grip my hips and take me,” I whimper the words, the need in me taking over and voicing my desires.
Jace tilts his head back and howls before he steps up to the edge of the bed, holding me steady with one hand. With the other, he grips the base of his shaft, rubbing the head of his cock between my slick pussy lips. I try and move back to take him inside of me, but his grip tightens on my hip as if reminding me who is in charge.
Goosebumps cover my skin, the anticipation of when he’s going to thrust inside of me making my head spin as I pant. I make a sound in the back of my throat, it’s a plea and a prayer. The purr coming from him only makes me wetter.
When he slams into me, I gasp at the feeling of fullness. It was only a week ago that he was inside me last, but it was too long. Too fucking long. How did I manage to go a week without him?
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Your pussy is perfect, little mate. You’re so hot and wet for me.”
With every thrust, he’s moving faster and harder. My eyes roll back into my head as he forces me to take everything that he’s giving me. I moan with every movement of his length inside of me and stars dance in front of my eyes as the bond between us hums in satisfaction.
The feedback loop I experienced all week was full of pain, but now it’s filled with passion. It heightens everything. I can feel the satisfaction and pride he’s experiencing at giving me pleasure as well as how good it feels for him.
“Yes. Please.” I groan as his claws bite at my skin. He slaps my ass and I let out a low moan of approval while the walls of my pussy squeeze him.
“You ran from me,” he growls in the back of his throat. He spanks me again and again, timing them with the thrusts of his hips. He understands why I needed time and space, but he’s punishing me for it. If this is the kind of punishment he has in mind, I’m more than okay with it. “Need you, little mate,” he groans, “always.”
“I’m yours,” I pant the words, bracing myself as our bodies move together while I’m being pushed closer to the edge with the way the bond between us coils with the passion I’m feeling.
“Mine. My. Mate,” each word is punctuated by a powerful thrust.
Just as I explode, my vision whites out and he pushes deep inside of me. I feel the knot at the base of his cock expand and lock us together. I scream out his name at the sensation of being stretched around him. I don’t know how it’s possible, but it feels so fucking right.
“Dakota,” he purrs as the first jet of his cum splashes against my womb.
I’m covered, well, I was, but who knows if that kind of thing works when we’re talking about wolfman sperm. The thought should have me freaking out, but I’m too drunk on sex hormones to give a fuck about it right now.
We’re locked together as Jace wraps one arm under my hips, the other sliding up my chest between my breasts and pulling me up to his chest. He licks across my mate mark again and my pussy clamps down on him in response.
His chest vibrates against my back with a purr as he repositions us in the middle of the bed on our sides. My fingers run through the hair on his arms, loving the feel of it. The gentle rumble coming from him has my eyes sliding closed, but I know I’m safe.
In the arms of my wolfman I’m safe, but it’s more than that. I’m whole.
What was I thinking trying to walk away? I know it’ll never happen. Not now.
Mates are for life, after all.
CHAPTER 7
JACE
Something snuggles into my chest and there’s a moment when I don’t know what’s going on. When my eyes pop open, I’m greeted with the soft pastel colors of my mate’s hair and breathe a sigh of relief. I’m not used to waking up in bed with another person, but with her next to me happiness fills me.
Memories from last night flood me, making my already hard cock ache with the need to be buried deep inside of her again. I try and shift my hips away from her, not wanting to pressure her. I could see the skittishness in her eyes last night when she came to my cabin. Not only that, but I want her to know being with her is about more than sex.
I’ve been beside myself for the last week while trying to give her space. It’s been hell and everything in my world has been off. It was because she was so far away from me. I needed her closer. I needed her in my arms.
Right where she is now. It settles something inside of me while also making me crave so much more. I bury my head in her hair and take a deep breath of her blueberry muffin and orange scent. It comforts me in a way I’ve never experienced before.
Dakota, my little vixen, pushes her ass back against me, my hips cradling hers. I know she’s still asleep by the way she’s breathing and her heartrate. If she were awake, I don’t know if I could control the need to take her right now.
She’s perfect. Still, I know she’s holding something back, something in her past. She’s been busy getting her shop ready, but I’m hoping I can convince her to spend the day with me. I want to show her the things I love in my forest while also getting to know her.