Thirsty (Black Wolf Pack 1)

“You’re so hot and tight.” Eyes closed, because I just didn’t have the strength to keep them open any longer, I started moving, her sweet arousal lingering in the air and driving me even crazier with possessiveness.

Bracing my knees apart and causing her thighs to widen even farther, her gasp fueled me on. I pulled almost all the way out, feeling every ripple of her body contracting around me. When just the tip remained at her entrance, I pushed back in, a loud groan leaving me on its own. The restraint it was taking me to go slowly, to give her time to adjust to my size and the penetration, of being buried in her pussy, was enough to make me go insane and primal.

I was already partially shifted, my body bigger, my canines longer, and my eyes glowing. I was prepared—ready—to mark her good and hard.

And when I felt her pussy become wetter, her body responding to mine, growing slick with her arousal, I picked up my pace and started thrusting in and out of her, rolling my hips and stroking her from the inside out. My movements were languid at first, but with each passing second, I was losing control and fucking her harder, faster.

I might be a virgin, but my body—my wolf—knew how to make this good for our mate.

Her breasts bounced from my thrusting, and my gaze was riveted to those pale mounds. Her eyes were half-mast, and when they started to close as she moaned, I slowed. She blinked her eyes open, this sexy mewl leaving her when I thrust especially deep within her. I couldn’t control myself any longer, not when I was so close, and the scent of her rising pleasure told me she was too.

Throwing my hips at her harder, faster, I felt sweat make a slow trickle down my spine. “I need you to come, because I’m barely hanging on right now, baby.” I slid my hand down her belly and found her swollen clit. I rubbed that little bud, and she gasped, arching her back and instantly clamping her thighs tightly around my hips as if she had no control over her reaction to my touch.

“Tucker.” Her eyes widened, and I rubbed her clit faster at the same time I fucked her harder, my hips swinging forward, the sloppy, wet sounds of me claiming my mate filling the room.

And when I felt her inner pussy muscles ripple around me, I groaned as my orgasm swiftly rose. “Ah… Christ. Yes,” I said through clenched teeth, my eyes locking on her exposed throat.

“Mark me,” she cried out as she came again, and I lost it.

I slammed a hand down on the mattress by her head, leaned forward, and struck that supple, soft skin where her neck and shoulder met. I bit her hard and fast, heard her cry out, felt her pussy contract around me again. She dug her nails into my arms and pulled me closer, the scent of her tears and pleasure mixing all around me and drawing my senses.

And when I came, pumping her full of my seed, I felt my knot swelling in the center of my cock, a bundle of tissue that enlarged on my shaft and would keep me locked within my female until I filled her completely with my cum. We’d be bound together this way, something all male canine shifters possessed to give fertilization the best chance. And at the thought of Mia getting pregnant with my pup, of her belly swelling because I’d planted my seed in her, I felt another burst of cum shoot out the tip of my cock and fill her even more.

I didn’t know how long we stayed like that, my cock deep inside her, the knot keeping us locked, and my canines embedded in her neck. Only when I could think clearly did I pull out of the tight heat of her pussy and break the seal my mouth had on her throat. I licked the wound to start the healing process and collapsed beside her.

I wrapped my arms around her tiny body, pulled her close, her back to my chest, and buried my face in the soft, sweet-smelling nest of her hair. I felt whole and comforted just lying here, holding my mate, and knowing she was right here in my arms, never to part from me. After a moment, she shimmied on the mattress slightly, her rounded, plump ass coming in contact with my still semi-hard cock. And just like that, I was hard again. Rock-hard.

And I wanted to fuck my mate over and over again. All night long. But I wasn’t a sadist, and my new pretty female was sore and needed rest.

Instead of going with my basic instinct to mate with her again, I kissed the top of her head and pulled her in even closer, ignoring how good her body felt against mine and how the scent of our fucking coated the air and turned me on all over again.