A Forbidden Mating (Unforgiven Country 2)

“Yes.”

“You want me to fill you with my cum, mark you from the inside?”

I nod, not trusting my voice. I gasp when he picks up his speed, fucking me with that digit until my toes curl on their own.

I can’t help the sound that leaves me.

“You know what I am to you. You know we belong together.”

“Yes,” I moan. I bite my lip when I feel him remove his finger from my pussy, but he doesn’t wipe the cream off that covers the digit. Instead, he lifts it to his mouth to suck the glossiness from it.

My mouth parts in response to how erotic it is.

“You taste like mine,” he growls out. His voice is distorted from his wolf rising up. I can see the flash of his human and animal alternating before me.

Before I know what is going on, he turns me around, has his hand on the center of my back, and presses me to the wall fully. I look over my shoulder to watch him.

God, I need to, need to see what he’s doing, what he’ll do to me.

“Spread for me, Jasinda. Show your mate what you’re offering.”

I’m breathing frantically.

“Let me smell the sweetness that drips from your tight little cunt and will soon be covering my cock.” He shift us so he can look me in the eyes, the pupils now eating up the irises, his animal right at the surface, just like mine.

And then, I do what he says because I need to do it as well.

The sound he makes goes through my entire core, settling on my engorged clit, making it tingle. I need him to touch me … desperately.

He holds on to my hip with one hand, and I rest my head on the wall, waiting for the ecstasy I know is coming. And then I feel the tip of his dick align with my pussy hole.

A moan spills from me.

“I need to feel all of you, mate. I need to mark you, need to have my cum deep in your body so you smell like me, so all other males know who you belong to, who I belong to.”

I whimper in need.

He digs his fingers into my hips, and I know there will be bruises.

I want those blue and purple marks, because then they’ll remind me of what I did with my mate, of how me marked me in more ways than one.

God, this might be a mistake, but I want to lose myself with Colt in every way that counts.

Fuck being on the run, at least for right now. I can worry about leaving afterward.6ColtI can’t fucking believe I have her.

My mate.

She’s right here in front of me, dripping with desire and waiting for me to claim her. It’s like every dream I’ve ever had come true, only better. Jasinda is beautiful, much more than I could have ever imagined. Perfection.

I push just the tip of my cock against her entrance, sliding in just an inch and tearing through her hymen, her virginity. She gasps and I can smell her discomfort lingering in the air, but I also scent her desire, her arousal.

Her muscles try to suck me in deeper, but I resist. The need to be inside of her wars with the need to memorize this moment and make it last.

“You’re mine,” I groan as I allow myself to sink into her another inch.

“Yours,” she whispers.

With her acceptance, I thrust my cock deep inside of her, sinking to my balls. My wolf howls in pride and my heart thuds while echoing with the pleasure of knowing that she has given me her innocence.

My hand is wrapped in her hair and I pull it, causing her head to fall back against me.

Nothing has ever felt better.

I don’t move once I’m buried in her. I feel her body give way around my hard cock and I know that I’m stretching her to the point of pain. I’m dying to move, to thrust in and out of her and empty myself deep inside of her body, but I don’t. I need to give her time. As it is, I can feel her pussy fluttering around me as her juices envelop me. My eyes close as I drink the moment in and try to memorize every second of it.

“Are you okay, Jasinda?” I ask, my voice definitely more animal than man.

“Colt,” she whimpers and hearing her moan my name makes my body vibrate with hunger.

“I’m right here. I’ll give you what you want,” I vow, as I begin moving inside of her.

I move slowly at first, feeling my cock slide in and out of her tight depths, thrusting deeper and deeper with each stroke. Soon our bodies have begun a rhythm that is as old as time, but with Jasinda—with my mate—everything is new. Fuck, even the air around us smells better, cleaner, fresher.