Sought by Aline Hunter
Chapter Seven
Shane struggledto contain his wolf, focusing on his female. He'd deal with the bastard that hurt her in due time. The male wouldn't get a chance to corner another female. He'd be too busy pushing daisies. There were conversations to be had, things he had to work out. He'd have to approach things strategically.
None of that mattered, not here and not now.
He made sure his attention remained where it belonged.
His eyes rested on the glorious female fated to be his mate. She was a thing of beauty, lean but curvy in the right places. He'd kept his lust in check when he'd told her to shift, but his cock had been hard as hell since then.
He wanted her like nothing else.
He let her go and stepped back, deciding to remove his clothing first. She'd gotten to know his face with her delicate little fingers earlier. Now she'd have the chance to do the same with his body. He hoped she liked what she found, because he meant what he'd said.
She was stuck with him.
If someone wanted to separate them, they'd have to kill him.
He finished undressing and stood nude before her.
Grasping her hands, he helped her to her feet. She seemed puzzled until he placed her palms on his bare chest. He didn't have to instruct her. Her fingers traveled over his pectoral muscles, over his collarbones, and slid over his shoulders. When she made it to his arms, she flattened her palms and glided them down to his wrists.
"You're hard everywhere."
You have no fucking idea."Maybe not. Keep going."
Her hands drifted to his back, and she moved closer, touching every square inch of flesh, stopping only when she reached the curve of his ass. Her hands swept up and down, traveling along his spine. "Your skin feels different here."
"That's the ink," he groaned, awash in sensation, wishing she'd explore the front of his body. He curbed his frustration as she petted him, stroking her fragile fingers along the markings etched in his flesh, grateful she was touching him at all. "It's a tattoo of Fenrir."
"Hmm. It's impressive." She hummed, tracing her fingers along the design, taking her time before returning to his chest. Her fingers drifted to his abdomen, tracing the muscles and contours, teasing the hair that formed a treasure trail to the area below. She stroked the fine slathering of hair. "You really did lie to me earlier."
Fuck me. "Did I?"
"You absolutely did. You feel perfect."
"You sure?" He'd sworn he'd let her learn the shape of him at her own pace, but his cock was stiff and pulsating, his need for release undeniable. The succulent aroma of her arousal wasn't helping matters. "There are places you haven't touched yet."
She placed her nose against his chest and inhaled. "Do you want me to keep going?"
Her teasing tone had him grinning like a schoolboy. "Pretty please."
He remained still, keeping his arms at his sides as her hand drifted down. She didn't have to reach for his cock. He was fully engorged, the tip rising toward his belly button. He watched as she moved, aware she'd figure out something important soon. The swollen head eventually brushed against her wrist.
Her breath caught, and she froze. "Shane?"
"Easy, baby. That's only me you feel. And every bit of me belongs to you." He nuzzled the top of her head, making sure not to crowd her. She was inexperienced—that was obvious the first time he kissed her—and would obviously feel uneasy and nervous. "I'll never hurt you, and I'll never lose control. You're safe with me. Go ahead. Keep exploring. Right now, I'm yours to command."
She didn't grasp his cock, careful as she brought her hand to his erection. The tips of her fingers drifted over him, and he ground his teeth together. Keeping her grip loose, she coiled her hand and ran it from the crown to the base. When she repeated the motion, he slammed his eyes closed, trying to maintain control of himself and his beast.
She didn't need a crazed male coming at her.
This moment was the most important one of their lives.
Her head lifted, and he immediately shifted back.
Those glimmering eyes of hers couldn't see him, but he knew she wasn't afraid, the potent and spicy scent of her desire slamming into him. By now, her pussy had to be drenched. He lowered his head, going for her mouth, taking his time. When their lips met, she groaned and opened her mouth, taking part in the kiss he gave her, giving as good as she got. Her tongue touched his, swirled around, and darted away before it returned. He followed each swirl, letting her lead the dance.
She whimpered, inched closer, and grasped his cock.
This time she didn't hesitate, gripping his erection firmly.
Finally.
"Feel what you do to me?" His jaw clenched when she tightened her fingers, applying more pressure as she pumped her hand up and down his length, stroking him in a way that would make him come if he wasn't careful. He was fully aware of the tingle in his gums. The urge to mark her was getting stronger. That was an impulse he couldn't prevent. "Do you have any idea how much I want you?"
"Probably as much as I want you," she answered, her voice changing as her wolf joined the fun and rose to the surface. Good. He wanted that precise thing. "It's like the mating heat."
She had no idea. Unlike the heat she experienced before, remaining in agony without him to ease the symptoms, this time she'd get the relief she needed. Considering what she'd endured, he wanted to make tonight entirely about her.
He moved his hands then, clasping her ass.
This kiss was different. The woman and animal had merged.
Both wanted him, eager to receive him in whatever manner he chose. They were anxious but ready to see what he had in store. He built the heat, taunting her with his tongue, becoming harsher with each plunge as she fought for breath.
"Your turn," he rasped, pulling back, eager to remove her clothing.
She didn't let him go right away, not that she had to. If she asked him to slow things down, he would follow her request. He'd take all the time in the fucking world if that's how she wanted to approach things.
The first joining only happened once in a lifetime.
Mating was a tricky thing, something that had to be done correctly and with patience. A fuck-up the first time around could ruin everything. He didn't encourage her to return to the mattress while he'd removed the upper layers of clothing, unhurriedly stripping away each garment, absorbing every last inch of her body as she came into view. After he removed her shoes and socks, he made sure she was right there with him.
"Do you want me, Luna?"
She nodded, but that wasn't enough. His female had to say it. This would happen on her terms when she wanted it to.
"You have to tell me. I need to hear it to be sure."
Seconds lapsed, her stinted breaths filling the room. "I want you."
"Let's get you comfortable, then," he growled, grasping her hips, moving her cautiously. She didn't fight him, but he sensed the wolf and woman paying close attention to his every movement. "You felt me. It's my turn to feel you." He put her where he wanted her, making sure she was in the center of the bed. "Steady, lovely. I'm going to touch you all over."
He unbuttoned her jeans, tugged them down her legs, and tossed them on the floor. His chest heaved as he took her in, staring at what was his and his alone. She was covered by simple yet sexy underwear. Nothing fancy, not that she needed anything like that. He'd never seen anything like her in all his life.
Fuck me.
He was greeted by alabaster skin, every square inch of her flesh smooth and perfect. His eyes darted down, and his cock pulsed. Dark curls and cream waited for him, the cotton hiding her mound visibly wet. She'd drown him when he went down on her, and he'd do that soon. He wanted to lap at her pussy, discovering how she tasted. He'd take his time, making sure she knew she belonged to him and him alone, rewarding her for accepting him by revealing a devotion of his own.
Ripping his eyes away from the temptation, he started at her chest.
He whispered his lips over her collarbones, breezed them down her sternum, and took in her unique and tantalizing scent. She was a mixture of earth, lavender, and dandelions. He nipped, lapped, and teased every precious inch of her, avoiding her breasts, gliding his mouth along her ribcage as he brought his hands to her hips.
"Damn." He bathed her skin with his tongue, swirling it around in circles, giving her soft nips here and there. "You smell good."
"So do you." She brought her hands up, placing her palms on his shoulders, and caressed him. She gently scraped his skin with her nails, running them up and down his biceps. Her touch had gotten bolder, her movements slow but intentional.
There you go.
Feel me. Know me.
He didn't dare rush, wanting the moment to last, enticing her to partake in the petting session. Her skin was soft and sleek, her body a thing to behold. For several minutes they merely stroked each other, exploring unknown places, enjoying the feel of one another's bodies.
When she parted her legs, he accepted the invitation.
He shifted his torso, settling his weight between her thighs, bringing his heavy length to the moist haven between her legs. He moved his hips, ensuring the broad head rubbed against her vaginal lips. She responded perfectly, arching her back, creating friction between them.
Son of a bitch.
"Let's take this off." He slid his arms behind her, unclasped her bra, and carefully pulled the straps from her arms. He tossed the flimsy material on top of her jeans and turned his head to study her.
Her breasts were just like her—absolutely fucking perfect.
He started with the left, teasing the hard point with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. When she started squirming, he gave her a playful nip and moved to the right. It appeared nipple play was just her thing, which was something he was more than happy to engage in. He had her writhing and whimpering in no time. It wouldn't take much to make her come.
He absolutely fucking loved that fact.
She groaned, twining her fingers in his hair, thrusting her hips."Are you trying to torture me?"
"Not at all. I'm just warming you up."
"I'm more than warm enough."
"I want to make sure you're ready for me." It was her first time, and he didn't want to move too quickly. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't hurt me," she exhaled the words, pulling him closer. "I'm more than ready."
She wasn't the only one. "Are you sure?"
When she nodded, he lifted away and grasped her panties.
Right about now, he wanted to talk dirty, letting her know what he had in store, informing her he wanted her pussy to be soaked when she took his cock. Since everything was new to her, he decided to keep that to himself.
The next time around, he'd introduce her to his filthy mouth.
"Then brace yourself," he whispered, taking in the sight, noting how pink and swollen her pussy was. "I want to make sure you're nice and relaxed. To see that it happens, I'm going to use my mouth and tongue to make you come the first time."
He slipped the underwear from her body, got into position, and used his shoulders to keep her thighs apart. He'd waited long enough. He was about to learn what kind of sounds she'd make, eager to see her come as he went down on her.
"Hang on, lovely. I'm going to enjoy every second of this, and so are you."
Oh dear God.
Luna fisted the comforter beneath her, fully aware of where Shane was and what he was about to do. At this point, she didn't care if she was exposed. Her insides were molten, her breasts feeling strangely heavy. The agonizing pulse between her legs had only increased with each kiss and touch. It felt like she was hot and cold at the same time. If he didn't do something soon, she thought she'd lose her mind.
As slow and teasing as he'd been before, he was all business now.
She squirmed when she felt his fingers part her folds, trying to steady her breathing, telling herself to be still. He gave her a firm lick, his mouth hot and wet. Before she could bask in the sensation, his tongue was in motion, gliding up and down her sex, rubbing against her in a way that had her curling her toes. He eased a thick finger into her, wiggled it slightly, and slowly withdrew. On the second pass, he moved until he found a sweet spot on the inside, one that had her thrusting her hips and gasping for breath. When he returned with a firm pump of his hand, he sucked her clit into his mouth.
Pleasure erupted with the attention of his exceptionally talented tongue and fingers, the amazing feeling building up and bursting from her core to her body in a matter of seconds. She released the bedding and clasped his head, riding wave after wave of bliss, never wanting it to stop. The sensation was more than relief, lifting an enormous burden she hadn't realized she'd been carrying. Even as she struggled to inhale, coming down from the high, she wanted more.
Ours.
The thought in her head came out of nowhere.
Then she realized where it came from.
The wolf.
It was the first time it had happened and caught her unawares. He'd told her to keep the connection open, so she had. Only now, her bestial side wasn't willing to stand back and watch. She'd ached for him so much—for so fucking long—she would no longer be denied. A growl crept up her throat, the gums near her canines practically throbbing, and a surge of awareness had her ready to fight the beast within her soul.
"Stop. Now," Shane snarled, sliding his hand up and placing it against her belly, using enough force as he splayed his palm over her abdomen to keep her in place. Authority came with the command. Luna wanted to do what he wanted and tried to, shaking as she struggled to listen and control the animal inside her. "I told you, little wolf," he growled, the words so deep and thick they were hard to make out, "You belong to her, and she belongs to me. You will behave yourself."
The wolf listened, backing off, allowing her to breathe easy again.
"She wants you so badly." That was an understatement.
The beast felt uncertain, desperate for the union to be cemented once and for all. Luna understood because it was the same for her. The orgasm felt amazing, revealing just how good it would be between them, but she needed more. Once she had him completely, he'd never be able to let her go. Both she and the animal craved that very thing.
"She won't be happy until she knows you're hers," she said, shaking all over.
"I know," he said softly, lowering his head and kissing her stomach, moving upward to lap at her throat. "We have all the time in the world, but my wolf feels the same way. They've been apart for too long. They want to wrap themselves around each other and make sure this is real. If you want, we can show them everything's going to be fine."
She breezed her hands under his arms, grasping his back. "I want."
His chest glided against her abdomen, up her sternum, and his lips brushed hers. She took part in the kiss, teasing his tongue with her own, burying her nails into his skin. He was so much larger than her, his broad and muscular form caging her beneath him. She liked that, feeling like he was a shield that would protect her from harm, deflecting anything that came her way.
She shifted her hips, aware of the long and hard length of him prodding the entrance of her sex. He let her work around for it, rolling her hips until she managed to notch the head at the slick entrance. She drew a deep breath, aware of what that meant. She'd felt him before, aware his length and width wouldn't be easy to take. As much as she wanted him, she wondered just how uncomfortable the first time would be.
"Easy, lovely," he sighed, like he'd read her thoughts. "I've got you."
He started with shallow plunges, carefully working his way inside of her. He entered and retreated, rocking his hips, going deeper with each thrust. The fit was snug, becoming uncomfortable as he advanced. She took a deep breath and tried to relax. He reached between them and stroked her clit, forcing her to focus on his touch. The man certainly knew what he was doing, using his clever fingers to increase her excitement. As he caressed her, the discomfort turned into pleasure, and all she could think about was having him inside her.
In seconds, she was matching his movements.
"That's it. There you go. We're going to be a perfect fit." His voice had changed, the words almost a raspy purr. He didn't stop, careful as he pumped his hips and pushed forward. She didn't reveal that the motions were starting to hurt again, holding her breath, knowing this was part of what she'd asked for. She willed herself to be calm and steady. "You're so soft and hot, taking me so sweetly. We've almost made it." He growled, the hands against her fevered and desperate, drawing her closer. "Stay with me. We're nearly there."
He sank the rest of the way into her, filling her to the limit, and they groaned in unison. Although holding him within her was slightly painful, she embraced the inner ache. After all this time, it had finally happened. They'd found each other, their mating a done deal. She inhaled raggedly, shaking all over. The stress of the last year faded, the relief so profound tears came to her eyes.
"Hey, none of that now." He nuzzled her ear, intuitive as always, identifying the cause of her distress and addressing it straight away. "I'm right here, and I'm all yours. I belong to you now." He flexed his pelvic floor muscles, causing his cock to pulse inside her. "Feel that, mate?"
"I feel you all over."
He gently rocked against her. "Does that hurt?"
Despite the feeling of fullness, there was no more pain. "It doesn't hurt."
"Are you ready for more?"
She decided to use words he'd spoken to her earlier. "Pretty please."
"That's all you have to say."
He eased back, his cock slowly withdrawing, leaving her feeling empty. This time he returned with a harsh thrust, forcing her attention on him and not her emotions. He felt even larger, his length brushing against sensitive areas inside her, causing her to buck against him and cry out.
"Fuck, you feel good. You're so hot and tight."
"You feel good, too."
She rolled her pelvis, and he growled in approval. "Keep moving like that."
He withdrew and came back with a snarl, causing skin to slap against skin. He groaned when he bumped a delicate place within her, so deep she'd feel him even after they'd finished. She didn't pull away, trying to drag him closer.
"Oh yeah, that's it," he groaned, clutching her waist, his fingers digging into her hips. "Hold on, mate. I'm going to make both of us very, very fucking happy."
When he started moving, establishing a fast and steady pace, she increased her hold on him, keeping him as close as possible. He'd lowered his head, resting it beside her, placing his shoulder near her mouth. Her gums tingled again, the urge to bite him even stronger.
Despite the urge, she held off and took everything in.
His muscular form felt like heaven, and the fine hair tickling her thighs was exquisite. When she slid her hand around his nape, she found the short strands there were damp with sweat. His heavy breathing resonated in her ears, the sound of their bodies coming together in absolute unison building her anticipation. When her instincts took over, demanding she take the next step, she provided him a warning, giving his neck a sharp nip.
"Don't hesitate." He moved to give her more room. "Mark me, Luna."
Her teeth sharpened and elongated, the wolf snarling in her head as she struck. She bit him hard, sinking her fangs into his soft flesh. Even though it had to sting, he didn't make a sound, maintaining his rhythm. The heat in her belly built, another orgasm steadily approaching. She let him go and moved in a way that would send her over, grasping his sweat-slicked back. His lips settled on the curve of her shoulder, but he didn't penetrate the skin.
He increased the pace, thrusting into her almost violently.
He gave her his mark as she came, his teeth sinking deep, shaking his head slightly as he created a scaring that wouldn't be missed. Pain and pleasure combined, causing her to shake and thrash beneath him. He didn't stop spearing into her, growling as he gripped her harshly and rode her hard. As the pleasure faded and his teeth eased from her skin, she relaxed beneath him, aware that he was close to climaxing himself.
He held her still, pistoning his hips, moving faster and faster.
His growl carried through the room, and he pressed his full length inside her. She felt a pulsing deep within her. He not only marked her flesh, he coated her with his unique scent. Any male that came near her would know she'd belonged to another, able to smell the lingering fragrance that was all him all over her.
Finally.
She didn't have to dream anymore.
He was here. This was real.
"You're mine." He sounded content and sated as he lowered his weight onto her, his tongue bathing the area he'd marked, his hands tender as he caressed her. "There's no denying that now." He lifted his head, carefully stroking the area he'd injured. "I'm sorry if I hurt you. I wanted to make sure anyone that comes near you sees this. I'm a lucky fucking bastard, and I want everyone to know it. The way you feel makes me want to lose my head."
His fingers whispered over her brow, the touch almost reverent. "Not that you have to worry about that. I'll never hurt you, lovely. I'll do anything for you."
She could sense the honesty coming from him. "You really mean that?"
"I swear it, Luna. You never have to be afraid." His voice changed yet again with the declaration, and she could swear the wolf was speaking with him in unison. She sighed in bliss, letting him pet her, absolutely content when he said, "I should be a gentleman and clean you up, but I want my scent all over your body. I'm not ready to wash it away."
"Then don't." Staying as she was appealed to her as well. "I want it on me, too."
"Hmm." He gave her a quick kiss and brushed his nose against hers. "How about this? I'll cook and get some food in you. Then I'll run a bath, and we can take one together. I don't want to be away from you. Not for long. Not unless I have to be."
He's too good to be true."Sounds perfect."
He withdrew from her, his movement cautious and slow. He left the haven of her body, and she almost cried out at the loss. The bed shifted as he climbed off the mattress.
She sat upright, about to cover herself, when she decided to break the habit.
After what they'd done, it was too late to be modest.
They'd marked each other. That meant the relationship was signed, sealed, and delivered. There would never be another for either of them. Even if he wanted to deny her, he couldn't. The scarring along his neck and shoulder would tell every single female he encountered he'd found his mate, accepted her, and wouldn't transgress on that union.
She still couldn't believe it.
They belonged to each other.
He returned and said, "Arms up."
She did as instructed, discovering he'd retrieved his shirt for her to wear. It was too big for her, the sleeves dangling down her forearms. As he helped her rise, she felt the hem brushing her thighs. The cotton was comfortable, and his scent clung to the garment. In the future, she planned on wearing his things as often as possible. He didn't bother with anything else, covering her with the shirt alone.
He kissed her again, his lips and tongue tender and soothing.
It suddenly hit her that her mate was everything a female could want and more. He'd searched for her, found her, and hadn't been bothered that she wasn't like other werewolves. When she'd given him permission, stating that she wanted him, he'd claimed her without hesitation, bringing them together as a mated pair. She'd been wrong when she thought he'd abandoned her.
This was a male of worth, one that fate had given her.
He said she was stuck with him.
She was thrilled about that.