Soul of the Wolves

“Uhm, yes, I think?”

Ethan quickened his pace. The pleasure she gave him tested the endurance of his self-restrain.

“Ethan…”

“Yes, beautiful?”

It just dawned on him that she was at the verge of orgasm. He fucked her slightly harder, angling it upward to hit her special spot. “Come for me, Susan. Come on my cock.”

Her eyes widened. Moans turned to groans. He thrust once. Twice. She came. Hard. Her body shook as her pussy gripped him impossibly tightly. The tremor radiated from her core enough to make him lose control. But luckily, he regained it at the very last second. He stopped thrusting as a backlash of pleasure unexpectedly ambushed him. He couldn’t believe it. He could feel her orgasm. It almost made him shoot his load.

Laughing shakily, Ethan discovered another surprising fact about mating with his bonded. He heard often that a pair of bonded had been known to fuck each other’s brains out for hours until they both collapsed in exhaustion.

“Again?” he inquired.

She only bit her lip and smiled coyly.

God, she was driving him mad.

He crushed her lips with a greedy, starving, kiss. She kissed him back just as ravenously until she stopped for air.

She smiled again. “You’re still hard…”

“You don’t think you can finish me up that easily, do you? I plan to fuck you all night long.” Her eyes blazed with fire when he repeated, “All. Night. Long.”

Wow, she mouthed silently. She didn’t mind, though.

Christ, woman, he sighed in desperation. You tempt me. There’s a dire consequence when you dare to tempt a big bad wolf, little girl.

With a strangled voice, he withdrew from her. His cock was heavy and throbbing. His balls also throbbed. They hurt like fucking hell. For now. But soon. He intended to make himself last. “Undress me,” he commanded.

She snapped her attention from her thigh where their juices dripped from her pussy. Ethan groped her and collected her juice and licked his fingers dry. The essence of her femininity burned his lust into a different high.

She unbuttoned his shirt and undid the top clasp of his trousers he didn’t bother to undo. He shrugged his shirt off, letting it fall on the floor with a soft whisper. His pants fell to his ankles. She pulled the rest of his briefs down. Ethan kicked his shoes off. His socks came next.

She watched him with lust in her eyes. “You are beautiful, Ethan.”

“So are you.”

He scooped her from the desk and carried her to bed. He deposited her in the middle of the bed. She sprawled like some innocent offering to some perverted deity. The wolf within him was more restless by the second. This woman was lust incarnated in flesh. Ripe and willing for the taking. His. The one and only.

Ethan crawled on top of her, giddy with anticipation. He looked her over with critical eyes. The huff of heavy exhalation prickled his ears and drew his gaze from her chest to her face and back to her throat. The longer his eyes remained there, the more he thought about everything that came with the movement. The rushing of the blood, the complete helplessness of total exposure, and in this case, the immense amount of trust that came with it.

She reached for his face, caressing day-old stubble. “Take me, Ethan. I’m ready.”

The animal inside him howled and he was lost.

His tongue darted at the sensitive spot in hardly a blink of an eye, lapping hungrily at her throat. The tension of muscles, the quickening pulse, the taste of her skin made his canines itch and before long, he was dragging them along. He bit and nipped hungrily, but always, offered a series of apologetic laps just after. He found her shoulder and bit her there, momentarily forgetting his strength.

She cried out. Her back arched hard, a sharp gasp following. Ethan pulled away enough to quickly lick and comfort the bite, each stroke growing a bit slower as she calmed.

He pulled away and took another close look at her. Her big doe eyes were wide, her lips parted, but the way she stared up at him was desperate, begging him to go on. This time, he planted softer kisses at her jaw and throat.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled his words in her ear. Apparently that was her erogenous zone because she shivered like a trembling leaf. So Ethan licked the shell of her ear and nibbled on the spot behind it while he recited things that he was going to do to her. She moaned deliriously in delicious, tiny, huffing chuffs that fueled his appetite and made him even hungrier.

Ethan licked his lips. The memory of her taste was still potent upon them. But this time, it wasn’t that par

ticular taste he wanted. He rolled her onto her stomach, hands at her hips. He pressed his nose to the lowest part of her back then let his tongue out to run up her spine, taking in the scent and taste both.