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thrust again, this time a little deeper, a little harder. He wouldn’t ride her the way he’d originally planned. She might be The Little Virgin That Could, but he’d cut his own nuts off before he hurt her. So he kept his movements gentle, shallow until she indicated she was ready for more. And even then, he fucked her gently, slowly as he gave her a sweetness he hadn’t known he was capable of.
Oh, it was good. Better than he’d thought it would be. Taking his time, savoring every thrust, the ways she moaned and gasped and began babbling for more, had him feeling more like a king than all the sire this and sire that.
“Oh. Oh. Goddess, Gareth.” Her eyes were glazing over, her lips parted as she gasped. “Oh, please.”
“What do you want, sweetheart?” He kept his thrusts deep and slow, fighting his own orgasm with everything in him. He needed her to come first.
“Gareth. Please.”
Her desperate tone, the way her cheeks flushed and she couldn’t meet his eyes, all screamed her lack of experience. Gareth wasn’t bastard enough to force her to say what she wanted. Eventually he’d get his prim and proper mate to whisper filthy things in his ear while they fucked, but for now, he’d accept her nonverbal cues and leave it at that.
So he sped up his thrusts, tilting her hips until she gave a startled gasp. There you are. He was brushing her clit with every stroke, driving her higher and higher as his fangs descended.
Not yet. Not yet, he chanted desperately to his wolf. Soon.
Soon, but not yet.
She cried out, a tight, breathless sound as she spasmed around him, dragging him over the edge with her. Stars danced behind his closed eyelids as he shuddered above her, panting as pure ecstasy blinded him, turning his world white.
And when it was over, when his skin slid across hers as he turned and cradled her close, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that as soon as he caught his breath they’d be doing that again, and again and again. His mate was addictive, and he’d never get enough of her.
Gen woke slowly, as she was wont to do, her brain about two steps behind her body. Stretching slowly, she paused as her toes encountered…another leg?
What in the world?
She opened her eyes and glanced warily next to her. What fresh hell had her family…
The face of the man next to her finally registered.
Oh.
Oh.
Goddess above, she’d slept with Gareth.
Gareth.
Gen pinched herself as hard as she could, wincing at the pain.
Yes. She was, in fact, awake. And Gareth was, in fact, lying next to her, his glorious nakedhood covered by a thin gray sheet. He was sound asleep, his jaw slack, the usual fierceness of his expression giving way to a little boy softness that had her wanting to coo.
But he wasn’t a little boy, not at all. He had a hairy chest, one that begged to be stroked, with hard pectoral muscles and six-pack abs to die for. She had to resist the urge to reach out and pet the dark pelt that covered him from pecs to penis. Even his thighs and biceps were sprinkled with dark hair, thinning out down to his ankles and wrists. She understood now why he didn’t wear one of those metal watchbands that stretched. It would constantly get caught, pulling at the hairs on his arms.
His brothers weren’t nearly as hairy as he was. It was like Gareth’s wolf lived closer to the surface of his skin, from his golden wolf eyes to the way he prowled into a room, alert and dangerous and powerful. His low, pleased growl when she’d submitted to him, tilted her head and bared her neck…
Gen shivered hard enough to rattle the bed.
Gen was at a crossroads. She could stay put, wait for him to wake up and deal with whatever consequences came from their night of passion, or she could sneak out of the bed and out the front door, thus avoiding all the awkward morning-after scenarios running through her head.
It had been…intense, and slightly painful, and absolutely wonderful. And when it was over, when
Oh, it was good. Better than he’d thought it would be. Taking his time, savoring every thrust, the ways she moaned and gasped and began babbling for more, had him feeling more like a king than all the sire this and sire that.
“Oh. Oh. Goddess, Gareth.” Her eyes were glazing over, her lips parted as she gasped. “Oh, please.”
“What do you want, sweetheart?” He kept his thrusts deep and slow, fighting his own orgasm with everything in him. He needed her to come first.
“Gareth. Please.”
Her desperate tone, the way her cheeks flushed and she couldn’t meet his eyes, all screamed her lack of experience. Gareth wasn’t bastard enough to force her to say what she wanted. Eventually he’d get his prim and proper mate to whisper filthy things in his ear while they fucked, but for now, he’d accept her nonverbal cues and leave it at that.
So he sped up his thrusts, tilting her hips until she gave a startled gasp. There you are. He was brushing her clit with every stroke, driving her higher and higher as his fangs descended.
Not yet. Not yet, he chanted desperately to his wolf. Soon.
Soon, but not yet.
She cried out, a tight, breathless sound as she spasmed around him, dragging him over the edge with her. Stars danced behind his closed eyelids as he shuddered above her, panting as pure ecstasy blinded him, turning his world white.
And when it was over, when his skin slid across hers as he turned and cradled her close, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that as soon as he caught his breath they’d be doing that again, and again and again. His mate was addictive, and he’d never get enough of her.
Gen woke slowly, as she was wont to do, her brain about two steps behind her body. Stretching slowly, she paused as her toes encountered…another leg?
What in the world?
She opened her eyes and glanced warily next to her. What fresh hell had her family…
The face of the man next to her finally registered.
Oh.
Oh.
Goddess above, she’d slept with Gareth.
Gareth.
Gen pinched herself as hard as she could, wincing at the pain.
Yes. She was, in fact, awake. And Gareth was, in fact, lying next to her, his glorious nakedhood covered by a thin gray sheet. He was sound asleep, his jaw slack, the usual fierceness of his expression giving way to a little boy softness that had her wanting to coo.
But he wasn’t a little boy, not at all. He had a hairy chest, one that begged to be stroked, with hard pectoral muscles and six-pack abs to die for. She had to resist the urge to reach out and pet the dark pelt that covered him from pecs to penis. Even his thighs and biceps were sprinkled with dark hair, thinning out down to his ankles and wrists. She understood now why he didn’t wear one of those metal watchbands that stretched. It would constantly get caught, pulling at the hairs on his arms.
His brothers weren’t nearly as hairy as he was. It was like Gareth’s wolf lived closer to the surface of his skin, from his golden wolf eyes to the way he prowled into a room, alert and dangerous and powerful. His low, pleased growl when she’d submitted to him, tilted her head and bared her neck…
Gen shivered hard enough to rattle the bed.
Gen was at a crossroads. She could stay put, wait for him to wake up and deal with whatever consequences came from their night of passion, or she could sneak out of the bed and out the front door, thus avoiding all the awkward morning-after scenarios running through her head.
It had been…intense, and slightly painful, and absolutely wonderful. And when it was over, when
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