Feral (Wolf Ranch 3)

I looked to Rob, standing gloriously naked and watching. He gripped his dick and stroked himself as I pushed the dildo into me. Whimpering, I loved the feel of it, but knew Rob would stretch me more. Would sink deeper. Would pound me as hard as I could handle.

I wanted Rob, but he was only going to come to me when he was ready. So I’d make him that way. Gripping the toy’s base, I began to fuck myself with it, lifting and lowering my hips to take it, all the while I watched Rob. He wouldn’t be able to miss the wet sounds the toy made as I was so wet.

All at once, he growled, leaned over the bed, pushed my hand out of the way. Carefully, he fucked me once, then again with the dildo, then slipped it free. He held it up, shiny with my arousal.

“One of these days, you’ll fuck your pussy with that while I take your ass.”

I moaned at the visual.

“But now, I want that pussy.” With a quick flick of his wrist on my ankle, he flipped me back onto my belly. Then he moved behind me and nudged my knees wider. “Can I come inside you, Willow?” I loved how hungry he sounded, how much watching me play with myself pushed him to the edge. I also loved my real name coming from his lips. He knew who I was, wanted me. The real me. “I want to take you bare, to have nothing between us from now on.”

“Yes.” I looked over my shoulder at him and found his eyes glowing. I wondered if mine changed color, too, with the need swirling between us. And what shade?

He dragged my hips up until I stood on my knees, then pushed my torso down, still holding my wrists pinned to my back.

I sighed with pleasure the moment his cock dragged through my juices. Pushed back when he nudged at my entrance. Unlike the dildo, he was warm, hard but pliant… and big. So virile. And all for me.

One thrust, and he was in deep. I groaned, closed my eyes at how he felt stretching me open in ways a toy never would. Every time it was like this, as if he’d always be a tight fit.

“I won’t be able to hold back, angel,” he said hoarsely. “After watching you fuck yourself. Fuck, that was so hot. You’re mine now. Understand?”

“Yes,” I gasped because it sounded so right. But then I realized what he was saying.

He held himself still deep inside me. “Will you be my mate? Will you accept my mark, to walk beside me, be my alpha mate?”

This wasn’t a proposal. The words were more important than that. I knew what he was asking, the depth of it. The importance to him and his pack. To his wolf. To mine.

He was going to mark me.

Mate me.

Keep me forever.

Not because he had to in order to defeat the moon madness but because he wanted me.

“Do it,” I begged, squeezing my core around his cock, practically egging him on. “Claim me.”

I didn’t even know where the words came from. How I knew to call it that, but again, it sounded right. It felt right.

Rob let out a long shaky breath then began with an excruciatingly slow pump, sliding out of me and pushing in, like he was relishing every sensation. He took another slow stroke, but on the third, he slammed in hard and then was off to the races. He fucked me hard, thrusting in hard enough to slap his loins against my smarting ass. My face slid on the covers, and I panted, receiving him, until my own need started to ratchet up to a desperate level.

“Rob,” I cried out. “Please!”

Why was he still punishing me? I needed to come. I needed to feel him thicken and hold himself deep. Coat me in his cum. Bite me on the neck. Make me scream and feel like I was his, would always be.

“Willow.”

Yes! It felt so good to have him calling my name. The right name this time. He was right there with me. Me!

“Please,” I begged again. “Please, I need to come.”

“Oh fates,” he shouted, releasing my wrists to grasp my nape instead, to hold me immobile, so he could get deeper. Harder.

His thrusts were violent. Wild. Rough.

Perfect.

I screamed.

He roared.

And then he pushed me flat on my belly and sank deep, his hot cum filling my channel as his teeth sank deep into my shoulder.

It didn’t hurt. I registered the bite as pleasure. Deep, deep, pleasure.

My orgasm crested, and my legs flailed beneath him, ass squeezed tight, pussy clenched around his girth. I milked his cock of all its cum, moaning and sobbing my release as he filled me.

“Willow?” Rob murmured. His tongue stroked over the wounds in my shoulder. “Willow, angel. Are you okay?”