She was already so on edge that, with his first nibble on her clit, Shea lost it. Pleasure hit her like a bolt of lightning, starting at her pussy, then traveling down her legs. They shook against the top of the bed, her toes curling as Colton moved away from her clit, lazily licking her slit with his tongue as she rode out her orgasm.
He lifted his head, his mouth shiny with her juices. If she wasn’t so damn hot for him, she might’ve been embarrassed by how wet he had made her.
“I’ll never go hungry again,” he growled, digging his thumbs into the back of her thighs, spreading her even wider so that had open access to her pussy. “You’ll be my breakfast and dessert every day for the rest of my life.”
“Please, Colt…”
He’d lowered his chin, aiming so lick her slit again. He paused when he was inches away from her clit and it was all she could do not to squirm when his hot breath caressed her scorching flesh.
“What is it, Shea? What do you need from your mate?”
She clutched the sheets with her fingers. “I need you. That’s all I need.”
His eyes flashed, going from stormy blue to ice in an instant. Rubbing her thigh, he slowly maneuvered himself out from between her legs.
Colton was still wearing his jeans. She needed to fix that. On weak legs, she pulled herself up to her knees, reaching for the belt. In her haste, it got snagged on one of the belt loops and, without even meaning to, she let out a growl of her own that rivaled any shifter’s.
“Shit, that’s so fucking sexy,” Colton said, closing his eyes in bliss. “I’ll do anything you want if only you’ll make that sound again.”
She was more than happy to repeat it. “Then strip, Colt,” she growled. “I’m your mate? Go on. Prove it.”
Oh, she did it then. Daring the wolf that lived just beneath his skin? His pale eyes sparkled as he licked the last of her juices from his lips before he flicked the button on his jeans open, slowly yanking down the zipper.
“Lay back, Shea. You want me to prove it? I’m going to do just that.”
She scrambled back against the pillows, eagerly arranging herself on the bed. While Colton quickly shucked off his boots, his socks, and his jeans, she wondered if she should be more nervous than she was. Julian’s blood—the effect of the second blood exchange—was making her more aroused than she'd ever been before. No denying that.
But this was Colton. She’d fantasized about doing this with him from the moment she learned that he was her fated mate. She might’ve resigned herself to never knowing what sex with Colton would be like, but now here she was, moments away from being claimed.
She wasn’t nervous.
She was exhilarated.
And when she saw his erection pointing right at her, she shuddered in anticipation.
Colton climbed onto the bed, his cock heavy in his hand.
“You ready for me?”
“Always,” Shea promised.
Colton let out a soft breath before setting his jaw, his brow furrowed as if he was concentrating super hard. Shea felt the tip of his cock positioned right at her entrance and tried to relax so that it would be easier for Colton.
There was a small resistance, and a little pain that was nothing—and quickly healed with a shot of her power—before Colton was seated all the way inside of her, his body laying flush against hers as if he needed that skin to skin contact.
Once he was sure he was in, he caged her in his arms, pushing up so that he could look down at her.
A stray strand of his sandy-brown hair fell forward in his face. Normally kept so short, her wolfish had grown it out a little while she was in the hospital. As soon as she was out, he immediately shaved off his scruff, but the hair… when Shea admitted shyly that she liked it a little long, he left it.
He met her eyes. “You good?”
Shea lifted her hand, brushing the strand out of his face, and smile. “Yeah. I’m good.”
Colton pulled out. Shea immediately needed him back inside. Luckily for her, he obliged.
He started out slow. Unsure. Within a few careful thrusts, though, Colton let his body take over. Mating was all about biology? Isn’t that what he had told her? Even though they were both virgins, the act itself was so intuitive, before long they knew exactly what to do.
She clutched his shoulders, hanging on tightly as Colton thrusted inside of her. The feeling of fullness was so delicious, so perfect, Shea almost regretted her building orgasm. She wanted this moment with him to last forever. This press of his chest against her sensitive tits, his muscular forearms caging her in, her legs wrapped around his waist.