snaked through her. When he released her, he laved the spot with his tongue. “Show me you’re alive, Brenna. Show me you’re mine.”
Brenna whimpered, his words dragging the sound from her soul, and she knew, without a doubt, she knew she’d give him anything he desired. Mainly because she craved it as well.
Shoving aside any doubts, she listened to her wolf, followed its lead. The animal existed by instincts, survived by following its heart and nose. She would let it take control. The moment she made the decision, the two parts of her worked as one.
Suh-weet.
She spun in his arms, twirling until her front pressed against his while she remained captured by his embrace. Her eyes stung and she knew that meant the wolf was pushing forward. It’d hurt each time the beast asserted itself while she remained on two legs but eventually she’d grow used to the sensations. At least, that’s what Declan assured her.
He had better be right if he ever expected to get laid again. Not that he’d been laid yet. That was what this whole thing was about.
“This whole ‘mine’ thing is getting outta hand.” She’d give in, but on her terms. Although, he didn’t seem to like her terms because he bit her, hard enough for her to feel it, but not breaking skin. The pain shot through her, adding to the pleasure of his presence. “Oh, God.” She arched and tilted her head farther to the side. “Oh, shit.”
Declan hummed, slowly releasing her and sucking on the delicate flesh. “No, you like it, your wolf likes it.”
“I don’t really—” He placed a hand on her lower back, the other between her shoulders, and pulled her tighter to him. “Ohh… No, you see…”
He bit again and she groaned and any thought of telling him to fuck off kinda flew out the window. She wanted only one kind of fucking and it involved him inside her and…
“I hate you a little bit,” she gasped as Declan moved his hands and cupped her ass.
“A little bit?” He lifted her and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist. She clutched his shoulders so she wouldn’t fall away from the pleasure he gave her.
“A lot of a bit. Especially if you stop.” He squeezed her butt, pushing her cheeks together, and the sensations went straight to her pussy. “Don’t stop.”
He rumbled, the sound sliding over her nerves and tearing a gasp from her throat.
“Never.”
Brenna recognized they were moving, passing through his home in a blur of motion, but she didn’t give a damn. Not when his mouth and tongue teased her neck and captured her lips. Especially not when he managed to do magic and rock his hips, thrust against her, as they traveled.
Every handful of steps she found herself slammed against a wall, his cock rubbing against her pussy, cloth keeping them from ravishing each other fully. Damn it, she needed to get rid of her clothes, his clothes, all of the goddamned clothes in the universe.
Instead, she rode him as best as she could, taking and giving pleasure. Tongues twined, teeth nipped, and they shared their breath. They were slowly becoming one… without that last step that would make them both scream.
They needed to get on that.
Then their surroundings changed, the aromas of the house replaced by the overwhelming scent of Declan. It enveloped her, hung heavy in the air and attacked her with its strength.
She yanked her mouth away long enough to glance at the room, to see the massive bed and large furniture scattered throughout.
She only cared about the bed.
“Declan…” she moaned. “Please.”
Please, please, please… Now and thank you, sir.
Another few steps and then she was released, pushed away and tossed onto the bed. She bounced and settled on the soft mattress. With space between them, she could see her mate, her wolf, and his lack of control. Declan’s cheeks were covered in a light sheen of gray fur, his arms and hands coated as well. Those wicked eyes were now yellowed and she realized his wolf
Brenna whimpered, his words dragging the sound from her soul, and she knew, without a doubt, she knew she’d give him anything he desired. Mainly because she craved it as well.
Shoving aside any doubts, she listened to her wolf, followed its lead. The animal existed by instincts, survived by following its heart and nose. She would let it take control. The moment she made the decision, the two parts of her worked as one.
Suh-weet.
She spun in his arms, twirling until her front pressed against his while she remained captured by his embrace. Her eyes stung and she knew that meant the wolf was pushing forward. It’d hurt each time the beast asserted itself while she remained on two legs but eventually she’d grow used to the sensations. At least, that’s what Declan assured her.
He had better be right if he ever expected to get laid again. Not that he’d been laid yet. That was what this whole thing was about.
“This whole ‘mine’ thing is getting outta hand.” She’d give in, but on her terms. Although, he didn’t seem to like her terms because he bit her, hard enough for her to feel it, but not breaking skin. The pain shot through her, adding to the pleasure of his presence. “Oh, God.” She arched and tilted her head farther to the side. “Oh, shit.”
Declan hummed, slowly releasing her and sucking on the delicate flesh. “No, you like it, your wolf likes it.”
“I don’t really—” He placed a hand on her lower back, the other between her shoulders, and pulled her tighter to him. “Ohh… No, you see…”
He bit again and she groaned and any thought of telling him to fuck off kinda flew out the window. She wanted only one kind of fucking and it involved him inside her and…
“I hate you a little bit,” she gasped as Declan moved his hands and cupped her ass.
“A little bit?” He lifted her and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist. She clutched his shoulders so she wouldn’t fall away from the pleasure he gave her.
“A lot of a bit. Especially if you stop.” He squeezed her butt, pushing her cheeks together, and the sensations went straight to her pussy. “Don’t stop.”
He rumbled, the sound sliding over her nerves and tearing a gasp from her throat.
“Never.”
Brenna recognized they were moving, passing through his home in a blur of motion, but she didn’t give a damn. Not when his mouth and tongue teased her neck and captured her lips. Especially not when he managed to do magic and rock his hips, thrust against her, as they traveled.
Every handful of steps she found herself slammed against a wall, his cock rubbing against her pussy, cloth keeping them from ravishing each other fully. Damn it, she needed to get rid of her clothes, his clothes, all of the goddamned clothes in the universe.
Instead, she rode him as best as she could, taking and giving pleasure. Tongues twined, teeth nipped, and they shared their breath. They were slowly becoming one… without that last step that would make them both scream.
They needed to get on that.
Then their surroundings changed, the aromas of the house replaced by the overwhelming scent of Declan. It enveloped her, hung heavy in the air and attacked her with its strength.
She yanked her mouth away long enough to glance at the room, to see the massive bed and large furniture scattered throughout.
She only cared about the bed.
“Declan…” she moaned. “Please.”
Please, please, please… Now and thank you, sir.
Another few steps and then she was released, pushed away and tossed onto the bed. She bounced and settled on the soft mattress. With space between them, she could see her mate, her wolf, and his lack of control. Declan’s cheeks were covered in a light sheen of gray fur, his arms and hands coated as well. Those wicked eyes were now yellowed and she realized his wolf
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