Her River God Wolf (Obsessed Mates 1)

I lick the sweet bud, and when I suck on it a little, she moans, showing me just how much she likes it. She shuffles forward, riding up against my sternum, fingers tugging on my hair while she presses her nipple deeper into my mouth. Right, then left, then right again. They taste of cherries, just like her lips, and I could suck on them all night long. My cock rages, fit to burst, straining painfully against my zipper, and I long to unleash it, bury it deep inside her. She’s ready for me; my nose is full of her arousal, her pussy hot and damp against my chest. I shuffle her back a little, slide my hand down the front of her leggings, into her panties.

“Fuck, Beau,” she chokes out.

Christ,she’s wetter than I thought possible. A cascade of yearning. And so soft. When I curve my hand around her pussy, she rides against it. Grinds her clit against my palm. I try to slip a finger inside her. She’s so tight, so small. No man has been here before. My cock pulses at the thought. I’m close; too close. I finger her lightly, not wanting to hurt her, and I feel her little pussy clenching around my finger. When I hold still, she moves her hips up and down, riding me. Hungry for the pleasure I can give her. Her scent is driving me wild.

“I need to taste you,” I whisper in her ear.

I hear her breath catch.

“Taste me?” she says, like she’s never heard of such a thing before, and I fall for her a little bit more.

“Lick you all over,” I say. And I flip her off my lap, lay her on her back and resume my mission of worshipping every last bit of her.

Cupping her full tits in my hands, I kiss her all over her lovely soft belly. Then I hook my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and ease them down little by little, planting kisses all the way.

When a thatch of dark red pubic hair emerges, I damn near come in my pants. It’s all I can do not to hump her leg. Keeping her distracted with my mouth, I slide her leggings and drenched panties right off. When I slide my tongue over the tiny bud of her clit, she falls open with a groan of need. I take a moment to take her in. My beautiful little she-wolf, all naked, spread out for me.

“Beautiful,” I tell her, so beautiful. And I lick her little pussy, scented like nectar and heaven. I go back and forth, licking, sucking on her tiny bud, figuring out what she likes, and before long she starts tugging on my hair, her hips jerking up and down.

“Yes, come for me, darlin’,” I mutter.

“I-I’ve never—” she gasps, and a shiver of delight goes through me.

“Come for the first time with me. I want to taste your first orgasm on my tongue.”

“Oh, god,” she moans. She shudders and shudders, and with a sharp cry she climaxes, right before my eyes.

It’s incredible. The most goddamn incredible thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. All honey and sweetness and soft velvety thighs.

“You made me… made me…”she murmurs, minutes later.

“Come?” I supply.

“Yeah, that,” she laughs. “I didn’t know…”

She’s casting around for the unfamiliar words, and my heart blooms with tenderness. So innocent, but so ready for pleasure. All this passion bottled up inside her. It’s a wondrous thing to see.

“Did you like it?” I ask teasingly.

“Like it?” She puffs out a breath of air. “That’s an understatement. I thought I was going to explode or something. Is that normal?”

“Yup, sounds pretty standard,” I say, while warmth floods my veins. I gather her up in my arms and pepper her face with kisses.

When I lay her back on the couch again, she reaches for my cock. I let out a hiss between gritted teeth. It’s so hard for her, it hurts. The mating urge pounds through my body like a drumbeat.

I go very still, hardly daring to breathe as her soft, exploratory hand pulls down my zipper, reaches in and draws out my cock. When she grasps it for the first time, it surges, and I bite back a growl.

Claim her.

Mark her.

My wolf is close to the surface. My body is alight with need for her.

She wants this, my little princess, her eyelids heavy with desire as she slides her hand up and down my girth, catching up my pre-cum and lubricating her hand with it as she milks me.

But if I mate her now, there’s no going back for either of us.

All these years, I’ve waited, waited. Never once giving in to the mating urge.