He held her arms above her head with one hand, suckling her tight nipples into his mouth. She whined and squirmed in his grasp, but he held her steady. He ravaged her breasts, engorging himself on her lush tits.
When he let go of her hands, he tucked his arms under her shoulders and began to piston his hips once again, ramming deep inside her, claiming her, marking her.
“More,” she chanted.
He complied, fucking her faster, harder. She arched to meet each thrust, spurring him on with her heels. No way would he come before marking her. They’d waited long enough to make this happen. He had to hold back, to keep some sort of control.
David turned her head to the side, exposed the soft, unblemished plane of her neck. His mouth salivated and his fangs emerged on instinct. There was no concern about pain tonight, this was purely sexual, a necessary pleasure of the bonding experience.
“Do it,” she said. “Please.”
Her pussy clenched, making his eyes loll back in his head as she tightened around him. He took a deep breath and leaned in close, then he sank his fangs in deep. The rush of heat and pure erotic strength made him feel lightheaded. It was a heady experience. Heather let out a series of desperate gasps, sexy little wanton sounds followed by a final cry as she came hard. Her pussy milked his cock, on and on. Before he could join her, she aggressively rolled them both over so she straddled him.
“My turn.”
She rode him hard, bouncing up and down on his cock. She was a beautiful vision to watch. Heather leaned over him, her soft tits pressed against his chest. Her little fangs broke through the skin on his neck and the flood of pure ecstasy took him by surprise. She rode his dick as he came, filling her with his seed. It was hard, fast, and intense. And it was done.
They completed the mating bond.
She dropped down to her back beside him. It was so quiet around them, the radiant moon shining down. He’d never felt so at peace as right now. Having a pack was one thing, but having the mating bond with another person made him feel whole, like he truly belonged.
“We did it,” she said.
They held hands, interlocking their fingers.
“Mated for life.”
She twisted to her side, painting patterns on his chest with a finger. “I thought my life was over for a while. Even though I had Mika, I was tempted to run, to run and never look back. I’ve always been a misfit, a freak, and I was just tired. Going rogue would numb everything.”
“Why’d you stay?”
She kissed his shoulder, then the bite she’d left on his neck. “I don’t know. Maybe fate. I’m glad I didn’t run. I would have missed this. The happiest day of my life.”
“We have a pack and each other. I couldn’t ask for anything more,” he said.
“As long as I have you, I know I can face anything.”
“I love you,” he said. “I’m the luckiest man in the world. And I think I’m the only man with a vegan she-wolf.”
She giggled. “I couldn’t have asked for a better mate. Even if he is a meat-eater.”
They kissed and the whole world went away.
The End