Her Biker Wolf (Obsessed Mates 2)

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Maya

Forge is crouching beside me on the bed. Gloriously naked. His tattooed skin glittering with water droplets and sunlight, and his cock all huge and swollen.

Last night, I had the most intense dreams of him taking me, making me his. All kinds of dirty thoughts that had never even entered my head before.

But now his expression is fierce and kind of scary. “What happened to you not taking a werewolf as a mate?” he growls.

I bite down on my lower lip. I never meant to break the promise I made to my mom. But she was wrong. Forge is not one of those bad wolves she warned me about. He’s sacrificed everything to keep me safe. He’s chosen me over his pack. And I know enough about werewolf packs to understand what a big deal that is.

My feelings for him are stronger than any vow.

And I’m just about stir crazy from how much I want him. When I look up at his rugged, handsome face, a deep pulse beats through my body and my pussy aches for him like nothing else. I watch him take me in. His burning gaze alighting on my nipples, which I’m sure are pushing at his T-shirt in hard points, and then my thighs, which are spread apart a little.

I know he can see me, all bared to him, and the thought makes me embarrassed, but I’m not going to hide from him.

“What about that vow you made, huh?” he growls, when I don’t say anything.

“I-I guess I didn’t say I wouldn’t mate a werewolf,” I stutter.

He cocks an eyebrow. “Yeah? You think the two things are different? Think you can go mating the big bad wolf, then go off and marry some pasty human dude?” A snarl breaks out of his throat and he coughs to hide it, but not before it’s vibrated all the way through me. I know what it means—it’s his wolf’s sound of possessiveness—and I love it.

His hand moves to my inner thigh and he pushes my legs farther apart. “And when that pasty human guy asks who you gave your sweet cherry to, what are you gonna tell him?” His eyes are burning, and I see his wolf rising up, broadening the bones of his face. I wonder how much it’s costing him to ask these questions. Wonder why he’s putting himself through it.

“I don’t know,” I murmur. Because I haven’t thought this through. Haven’t thought any more than I want Forge to make me his. “I guess mating and having a mate is the same.”

He pushes my thighs wider with a growl. “You’d better believe they’re the same, little girl. Because when a werewolf takes his mate, he doesn’t allow her to go off to some other douchebag. A werewolf mates for life. So if you think you’re gonna tease me, give me your cherry, then run back to human land, you’ve got another think coming.”

I shudder. Because he seemed like he was teasing me before, but now he’s deadly serious.

“Maybe you need some more time,” he says. “We don’t have to mate right now.”

His hands are still on my thighs, holding them apart, and I bite back a groan. I’m aching, soaking wet. Half-crazed for his touch.

“Forge, I want you,” I say. “And only you. I want to be your mate.”

Pleasure flickers across his hard features. But then his lip curls sardonically. “And what’s your mom gonna say when you admit you mated the big bad wolf?”

“I’ll tell her she was wrong. That she’d never met a guy like you before—” It’s getting harder and harder to speak because Forge’s hand is sliding up my thigh, toward my aching core. His burning gaze rakes me from head to toe.

“Then show me,” he says. “Show me you want me.”

I sit up, haul my T-shirt over my head. Then I lie back down and spread myself for him. “I’m yours,” I tell him. “I want you inside me. I want you to mate me, claim me.”

A smile tugs at his lips. He’s still kneeling, that massive cock jutting between his thick thighs. He takes it in his hand. “You want this inside you, little one? Are you sure?”

My eyes lock onto it. It’s bigger than ever, veins standing out, pulsating almost. A drop of liquid leaking from the head. It seems way too big for me. But I don’t care. I want all of him. “Yes, I want it inside me, right now.”

He gives a little growl and arches over me, spreading my thighs over his knees. “You want this cock to take your cherry?” he demands.

“Yes!” I shout. I’m desperate for his cock to ease that burning ache inside me.

His big body arches over me and when he presses his cock to my entrance, I shudder in delight.

“Jesus, you’re so wet, baby,” he growls. “It’s like you’re drawing me in.” He pushes a little more, then there’s a searing pain. I cry out and cling to his broad back.

“That’s it, baby,” he grunts. “Tear up my back with your nails, whatever you need.” He keeps coming, slow but forceful, pushing through my maidenhead, opening me up. It hurts, but oh god, it actually feels incredible. Pleasure and pain twine around each other as Forge takes my virginity.