The Wolf’s Forbidden Mate by Layla Silver

Chapter 16 — Travis

Safe in the arms of my mate—that was where I belonged. My body was exhausted from the stress and anxiety, from the fact that being away from her caused me physical pain. I never understood how mates worked until I met Waverly. And now, I had a strong understanding of our bond. It was unbreakable.

With her tucked safely in my arms and my erection burning between her legs, relief swept over my form, inspiring me to act on a deeply held desire to claim her in every way possible. It wasn’t enough to save her or propose to her. I had to show her exactly how she made me feel. I had to show her what she meant to me.

I roved over her skin, goosebumps appearing wherever my hands traveled. I sat up so I could see her, her angelic face and stormy eyes watching my every move. That intense gaze signaled a primal urge to overwhelm her, to please her beyond measure and to make her realize I would never leave.

The danger had long passed and we were free. I didn’t have to answer to an egotistical alpha and I didn’t have to worry about submitting myself to a relationship I didn’t want. Waverly was the woman I wanted—and the only reason I surrendered to her was because I wanted to, not because she demanded it.

And she welcomed my service. Her eyes followed me as I plunged between her thighs again, burrowing my lips into her wet slit. Fluid slicked my mouth and made easy work of laving her clit, the mewls erupting from above causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head. Her taste, her scent, her reactions—all of it drove me wild. Everything about her was desirable to me and I would make sure to remind her of that for the rest of her life.

She bucked to meet my mouth, slowly rolling her hips to the rhythm I established. As my tongue surged between her slit, her fingers grasped my hair, forcing me deeper. My lips vibrated as I groaned, causing her a wave of shivers that made me purr with satisfaction. I clicked my tongue in dedicated pulses that inspired another round of moans, incoherent words capping her groans.

She tugged on my hair. “Not yet,” she begged.

I grinned as I replaced my mouth with my fingers, rubbing small circles around her clit. “Why not?”

“I want to…”

“What?”

She gripped my hair a little harder, sitting up to trace my lower lip with her tongue. “I want to taste you, too.”

I shuddered. I could never deny a request from my mate. It was embedded in my DNA to grant her every wish, to give her every pleasure I could possibly supply. And the confident way she commanded me with a lilt of playfulness to her voice only made the encounter that much more gratifying.

“Sit on my face,” I whispered as I relaxed back on the bed.

She hesitated. “I might kill you.”

“And what a great way to die that would be. Do it, Waverly.”

Lust clouded the gray intelligent orbs of her eyes and propelled her into action. She turned around, positioned her slit over my mouth, and bent to lave the length of my cock with her tongue.

I groaned as I lapped generously at her slit. With her mouth encompassing the head of my cock and her slit in my face, I couldn’t have been happier. I knew she was close to bursting and this would send her over the edge. And then, I planned to pummel her until the orgasms rolled one after the other, a never-ending stream of pleasure that would certainly knock us both unconscious when we were done.

Her slit twitched in my mouth. I hummed again, sending vibrations through the most sensitive areas of her folds and struggling to contain myself as her mouth bobbed on my cock. I flattened my tongue again, stroking her clit liberally as her hips shook. I cupped her bottom to keep her in place as I continued my exploration with no intention of stopping.

I pressed my thumb to her entrance, groaning when her channel throbbed around my curious digit as I plunged inside. She opened easily for me, loosened up by my tongue and aching for more. When her slit twitched, I bathed her clit, the resulting brace of her thighs around my face telling me she was about to erupt.

Explosive moans were muffled by my cock in her mouth. She released my member, her warm breath coating my length as she huffed repeatedly. A low bay echoed from her lips that rattled her body, causing her to shiver uncontrollably as I pressed my tongue harder to her clit. Within seconds, she wiggled from my face and collapsed to her side on the bed.

I sat up and wiped my lips, eager to extend her orgasm. I spread her legs, shimmied between her thighs, and applied my shaft to her throbbing slit. She covered her mouth with her hand and whined with I slid against her sensitive folds.

I chuckled as I dipped between her slit, the head of my member jumping at the warmth of her channel. She mewled as I slid deeper, her entrance tightening around my length as I plunged into her sweet heat. When her hand dropped from her mouth, I bent forward to steal her lips, drinking up each whimper that surfaced as I drilled deeper into her.

Her tongue seized my mouth, a groan accompanying it as she arched toward me, offering as much of her entrance as possible to my descent. My hands wandered in every direction, unable to choose one particular spot to settle. There wasn’t a place on Waverly’s body that I didn’t adore—and I simply couldn’t decide where to put my hands.

As if reading my mind, she guided my hands to her breasts, encouraging me to knead and massage to my heart’s content. Bliss invaded my limbs as I leaned back, imbibing the sight of her writhing beneath me. She rested her arms above her head and joined my thrusting rhythm, adding a layer of tension that coiled in my gut. She was going to rock me off the bed if she kept at it.

I met her gaze, an unwavering affection transferring between us as we worked together to reach our mutual eruption. A smile quirked her lips. Her tongue poked out, tracing her lower lip lasciviously and inviting me to sample her mouth once more. I joined my tongue with hers and moaned into the kiss, loving how it felt to have her hands rubbing my shoulders.

Burying myself as deep as possible was no chore. I found pleasing Waverly to be one of the most natural tasks I had ever encountered, the receptivity of her body a soothing and welcome reaction that made me question every hook-up I’d ever had in the past. Those didn’t matter anymore. My mate was my sole focus—and I would be sure to grant her my attention entirely.

I could have spent all afternoon wrapped up in her body. Her curves fit like a puzzle piece against my body and her mouth curved perfectly to mine. A wave crested and crashed over me, signaling my inevitable explosion. I had to hold back. I wanted her to ride as much pleasure as possible before I allowed my orgasm to happen.

Breathlessly, I dragged my tongue from her mouth and eased down her chin, coating her throat with generous licks while she squirmed beneath me. I paused at her main artery, the steady flow of blood thumping under the skin and inviting me to nip playfully at the area. She hissed as she embraced me harder. I bit into her shoulder, listening to the joyous and shuddering moan that erupted.

Here was my mark. Here was where people would see our union, clear as day on her flesh. I relieved some of the pressure as I pierced her channel, urgently drawing her orgasm closer to the surface. Her responding bucks and twitching thighs alerted me of her arrival and I bit down again, groaning as her wail was broken by gasps for air.

Seconds later, she was convulsing, inviting me to unveil my load. I released her neck and sat up, smacking between her legs as she continued to shake. I whimpered as my gut tightened and shoulders tensed, relief so close that I could taste it on my tongue. Another wave of thrusts relieved me, electric tingles swamping my body as I came inside her.

She cooed as I nuzzled into her breasts, sampling her skin again and again. I withdrew from her channel and groaned as I felt our combined fluid soaking the space between us. I raised my mouth to seek hers, closing my eyes and allowing my senses to lead the way. She licked my lips before devouring my mouth, her remaining hunger tinted by the afterglow of satisfaction.

I scooted into the space next to her and wrapped my arm around her waist. She turned to me, hair spilling over her eyes and tickling her eyelashes. I pushed the curly locks away to reveal her serene features. Her smile remained, an echo of our encounter that lingered like the scent of our love hanging heavy in the air.

“You didn’t tell me,” she whispered, “that you joined the pack.”

“Well, we haven't exactly had a lot of time together.”

She nodded. “Everything happened so fast.”

“Kaia gave me a house. I want you to move in immediately.”

“I think I can do that.”

I smiled warmly. “We’ll live near the shelter so we’ll never be far from the little ones.”

“That sounds wonderful.”

“And Kaia paid off my debt, too.”

Her grin was infectious. Though I was already smiling, the sweet sight of her happiness tickled me, causing me to chuckle uncontrollably.

“What?” she asked as she smoothed her hands over my cheeks. “Why are you laughing?”

“I can’t believe this is happening.”

She wiggled her nose. “Why can’t you believe it?”

I shrugged. “I just...never thought I’d meet a person like you.”

“I guess I can say the same for you.”

“Well, it happened.”

She beamed. “It did.”

“We have so much to do.” I shot up from the bed, peering around her bedroom, realizing that this was the first time I had ever seen it in person. I studied the plushies lining the shelves near the door, the packing tape on the shelf underneath, the stacks of paper, sewing items, the sewing machine, and the dozens of blankets that were folded in every available space. I smiled down at her. “You have a cute room.”

“Shut up.”

“No, it’s really adorable. And that—” I pointed to a life-sized lion head sitting on the other side of the room. “—is probably for a furry, right?”

“You guessed right.”

I smirked. “Do you want me to put it on?”

“Travis, no.”

I slid from her grip, laughing as she tried to grab me and yank me back to the bed. “I just want to try it on. Let’s see if it does anything for you.”

“Travis,” she spat between embarrassed giggles. “That’s not my thing. Don’t do it. Don’t put it...Oh, crap.”

I stood in front of the bed with the lion head on my shoulders, crossing my arms and posing like a model—or however models posed. I wasn’t exactly experienced in that department.

Waverly shook her head repeatedly as crimson tides danced over her cheeks. She covered her mouth with her hand and giggled excessively, the ripples of amusement echoing throughout her body.

I held out my arms. “What do you think?”

“I don’t think being a lion suits you.”

“Ha ha, it does suit me. Get it? Because it’s a furry suit?”

Her expression went dead. “Travis, you’re ridiculous.”

“Alright, I crossed a line,” I teased as I took off the head and placed it back on the shelf. “It was too stuffy in there, anyway.”

“Imagine trying to perform in something like that.”

I blushed as I crawled up the bed, nudging her thighs apart and exhaling on her slit. She twitched in response, a soft hum drawing out the more I blew on her sensitive folds. “Just imagine…” I whispered.

“What were we talking about?”

“Nothing important,” I sighed. “Except maybe wedding plans.”

“Wedding plans.” The way she repeated the phrase caused my heart to flutter. She sounded excited and relieved at the same time. I should have proposed to her sooner. Maybe we could have avoided this whole mess. “I like the sound of that,” she said as she wove her fingers into my hair. “And I like what you’re doing right now, too.”

“Then, I’ll keep doing it.”

Who cared if we spent the entire afternoon here? We had the rest of our lives to do everything else.