The water in the pool is warm, and Charlie cuts through the water like an Olympic swimmer.
“That’s an impressive freestyle you have there,” I say when she finally swims up to me, a smile lighting up her face.
“I won first place at State in high school.”
I slide my hands down her sides. “So many things I don’t know about you yet. I want to learn them all.”
Her lids droop. “Is this really how it’s going to be? All the time?”
I stop stroking. “What do you mean?”
“Is this our honeymoon phase? And then you turn into a lazy, bossy jerk with a beer gut who lies on the couch and doesn’t take out the garbage?”
I laugh so loud, I startle her. “Is that what you’re worried about today, angel?”
She blushes. “Not really. I just don’t want to get used to you being so into me if one day it’s going to stop.”
I hold her gaze. “I told you, it never stops. Not until the day I die, angel. Wolves mate for life. We don’t fuck around. And,” I take her hand and bring it to my washboard abs, “luckily for you, we don’t often get beer guts.”
Her smile grows sultry as she runs both palms over my abs. “That is lucky,” she murmurs. Then her smile fades. “But my body won’t be so perfect. Especially not after a pregnancy.”
I cup both her breasts and back her against the pool wall. “What do I have to do to make you believe me? I will always be hot for you. It’s biological. Nothing will change my need to satisfy you. To take care of you.” I slide one hand down her belly and cup between her legs.
She lets out a soft moan. I drop down under the water to push her legs open and use my tongue. I hear her muffled scream and her legs thrash around my shoulders. She taps on my head. I ignore her, sucking her nether lips, nipping, trying to get her swollen clit between my lips. She taps more insistently.
I resurface, grinning.
“Don’t make me worry about you drowning.” She slaps my chest with a wet palm.
I laugh and scoop her into my arms, carrying her to the pool steps. “I guess I’ll just have to take you out of the pool to ravish you,” I tell her.
“Mmm,” she agrees as I climb the steps and carry her out of the pool. “I think you should always use the word ravish when you’re talking about your intentions with me.” She looks down at me and her breath catches. “Your wolf is showing.”
I’m sure she’s right. My wolf leaps to the surface every time I’m near her, especially when she’s naked. “I won’t hurt you,” I promise, laying her gently on a chaise-longue.
“Maybe you should,” she offers in barely more than a whisper.
I go still, my teeth punching out of my gums, my cock lurching painfully in her direction. I work hard to school my breath. I’ve been half-crazed all week, my wolf in a frenzy to mark her, but I’ve worked hard not to let it show.
Still, if I don’t mark her soon, I could do it by accident, after losing control. It could go badly.
“I’ll be careful,” I promise. “I won’t go deep.”
Charlie’s gaze holds trepidation, but I see excitement there, too, and the scent of her arousal wafts around me like a sweet perfume. “Okay,” she says softly.
“Where do you want it? Somewhere no one will see?” I brush the backs of my fingers between her breasts, down her soft belly.
She rolls to her side and strokes her own ass. “How about here?”
“Aw, Fates, angel. That’s hot. Really hot.” I hook her top leg over my arm to spread her knees, and go to town with my tongue between her legs. It’s so much better out of the pool where I can taste her tangy essence, feel her every tremble. I trace inside her labia, push my tongue into her entrance. I eat her ass, making her squeal and squirm.
Normally, a mating bite would happen at the height of an orgasm. My wolf would take over, my teeth would grow, coated with a special serum embedded with my scent, and I’d sink them into her flesh at the moment we both reached ecstasy. But that doesn’t feel safe. Not with a human mate. Especially not a pregnant human mate. I slide a finger into Charlie, knowing her moan of pleasure will bring my wolf out. It definitely makes my dick punch out hard. I screw a second finger in and caress her inner wall, looking for her G-spot.
Her moans get louder and needier. I flick my tongue over her clit. My wolf roars to the surface. I withdraw my fingers from Charlie and close her knees, finding her anus with my thumb at the same moment I sink my fangs into her beautiful ass.