One of his hands went to her ass, his fingers digging into the flesh. The other sank into her hair, holding her close. “Look at me,” he said.
She did as he asked.
“I’m fine. There’s nothing wrong with me. I’m as good as new.”
Tears filled her eyes. “Promise me you won’t do anything stupid. You won’t take on a bear all on your own. No more living recklessly.”
“Heather, don’t ask me to make those kinds of promises.”
“You have to,” she said in a whisper. “I couldn’t stand for anything to happen to you.” She put her hands on his chest, feeling his heart beat. This was her man. Her mate. Nothing should ever happen to him, and the very thought of it made her sick to her stomach.
No, she wouldn’t think about it.
She slid her hands up his chest, circling his neck and drawing him back down again to kiss him.
David took control as she knew he would, deepening the kiss. His tongue slid across her mouth, and she gasped, opening up to him, and he growled against her lips. The sensation rushed through her body, driving her need for him higher.
This wasn’t the mating heat.
This was just pure unadulterated need.
Her virginity was long gone. It belonged to her mate. Now she wanted to have fun with David, to explore the endless possibilities.
“I’m going to fuck you, Heather,” he said.
“Then do it.”
She wasn’t going to fight him on it. If he wanted to take her, then he was going to have to take her. She loved the new dominant side of him. It was exactly what she craved and didn’t even realize it.
The speed at which he moved startled her. He held her tightly as he picked her up, and she was on the bed, her legs wrapped around his waist. They still didn’t wear any clothes, and David let her go but not for long. His mouth traced down her body, sucking on her nipples, teasing them each in turn.
“Yes,” she said. The gasp fell from her lips before she could control herself. When it came to David, there was no control, not now.
Her body knew what it wanted, as did her wolf. All she could do was embrace it.
David pressed her tits together. His tongue lapped between each one, sliding all over before biting down a little harder than she expected. He soothed out the bite with the flat of his tongue, and she whimpered, not wanting him to stop, begging for more. Needing more.
“Do you have any fucking idea what you’re doing to me?” he asked.
She stared down between their bodies to find his hand wrapped around his length, working up and down the tip.
Heather couldn’t hold in the moan anymore.
David kissed down her body, going between her thighs. She nibbled on her lip as his hands skimmed up the inside of her thighs, and he touched the lips of her pussy, but not to play. He held them open so he had a perfect aim at her cunt.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about this?” he asked.
She gasped as he swiped his tongue across her clit, the explosion of sensation more than she could bear. If David hadn’t been holding her in place, she would have pulled out of his arms, nearly throwing herself to the bed.
He kept hold of her, not allowing her to go anywhere. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“Please!”
“You want to come, baby?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Then tell me. Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Please, David, make me come. I need it.” She didn’t know who this woman was, but it was like she couldn’t stop. He’d given her a taste and it was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
“Then you’ll wait and take what I’m giving you.”
She had never expected David to be the kind of man to bark orders, to hold her in her place, to take what he wanted. The fact he did all of those things only turned her on more. She didn’t want him to stop, not for a single second. Her need was too great and she didn’t want him to let go.
“I love the taste of your pussy. So fucking perfect.” He sucked her clit into his mouth and she arched up. She closed her eyes, exhaling as she swore she saw stars.
David didn’t stop there. He was clearly on a mission to make her come and she wasn’t about to stop him. Each stroke, each lick, sent her hurtling toward an orgasm.
When he bit down, causing her a little bit of pain, she liked it. The way he stroked back and forth only to take her clit into his mouth tightly, she loved it. There was nothing David could do that she didn’t want.
“Come for me, Heather,” he said.