Soul of the Wolves

The bastard only laughed. “Kiss me, beautiful.”

She cupped his face and kissed him open-mouthed. And he kissed her back. Somewhere in the middle, she felt pressure. He was penetrating her. Her pussy stretched open. She gasped. He pushed another inch. Then another. And another. More… She threw her head back, baring her throat to him. Her mind swam.

She couldn’t possibly… He was too… She took another sharp inhalation. He kept pushing in. Tears swam in her eyes. Oh God it hurt but hurt so good. His cock was hard, steel encased in velvet, and slicked with her cream. It throbbed hotly and felt so god damn huge, plowing inside her like nobody business.

Fuck, fuck. She panted. Pain and unbelievable pleasure danced together. She couldn’t believe the sensation. She couldn’t take it anymore but at the same time, she didn’t want it to stop. No way. She had bitten off more than she could chew.

“Ethan,” she gasped, out of breath. “Please…” Please no more she wanted to say but when he paused, she wanted to scream, Don’t stop, don’t you dare to stop. Oh, no, don’t you fucking dare!

Ethan growled like a feral beast, drowning her silent protest. “A bit more, sweet, I’m almost there…”

More? What more? Sookie head spun. I can’t… Oh God. He’s crazy if he thinks he can shove—

Her scream died in her throat.

He had pushed in the last inch without warning, filling her beyond full. His cock completely sheathed inside her.

She couldn’t breathe for a second. Her mind sank in oblivion. God. Jesus. Santa Claus. I haven’t been a good girl this year, but this…this is too much. Her train of thought was short-lived when she watched his face. Such bliss. Ultimate pleasure. Do you feel what I feel? That heat. The tightness. The sensation of two souls becoming one. He penetrated her so deeply she could feel him in places she’d never thought possible.

He pulled her against him, grinding the base of his erection against her vulva as if he was seeking a deeper penetration.

Impossible, she thought. He’s nuts if he thinks…

Ethan planted a slanted kiss on her mouth, then let his lips set against hers. “You’re mine, Susan, and no one else’s.”

Her head moved in agreement before she could digest it thoroughly. On second thought, it wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

It felt so right.

As if it was meant to be.

She was his and he was hers.

Bound together.

Forever.

Chapter Five

There was no word to describe the sensation he felt, mating with his true mate. Her pussy was slicked wet and so goddamn fucking tight, a sliver of worry floated at the back of his mind. Her exquisite heat and the scent of her arousal enveloped him, making him, quite truthfully, high. This woman was catnip if he were a feline variety. Cocaine to a junky. A plump and moist red velvet cupcake to a sugar addict.

With her everything was completed. Nothing else mattered.

He kissed her greedily while planting both palms on her lush hips. She nipped back at his lower lip and tongue, eyes never left him.

He pulled his cock out ever so slowly. Her pussy clung and made wet suction noises. The friction was incredible. Sinful almost. Then, when his tip about to leave her opening, he pushed it back in until that wet heaven of her pussy swallowed him home once again.

Christ, he thought, so this is how it feels mating with a bonded. No wonder wolves would suffer if they forsook their true mates. Like his parents’ marriage. His father and mother had found their own true mates before they ever met, but they chose to forsake it because of their duties to the pack and their noble houses. Ethan remembered how miserable the two of them were together. On many occasions, his parents couldn’t stand each other.

That wouldn’t happen with him and Susan.

Their union would be different.

He stroked her hair as he fucked her gently. Getting himself familiar with her body. Finding their own rhythm of lovemaking. Slowly, he gushed his breath through clenched teeth. It took herculean willpower not to go wild with her like his wolf demanded. She was only a woman. A female human wasn’t built like a female werewolf.

She clung to him like a child who was afraid to be left behind. “Ethan…”

“You okay?”