Growl For Me (A Camden Falls Wolf Pack 1)

Seconds later, I undid my jeans and pulled my cock out. Sliding the panties up and down my length, I imagined my unnamed mate on all fours, begging me to pound into her over and over again. My heart beat faster and faster, my legs shook and tension filled my veins as I gripped my length in a vice like grip and squeezed the fucker, pumping it harder than I ever had before.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I cursed just above a whisper. My molars ground together so hard I was sure I’d cracked them… yet, I kept going with each up and down stroke pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

My entire body shook, my toes curled, and I felt this compelling need to howl to the fucking moon as I allowed myself to come. My wolf growling with his own release as cum sputtered into my hand and against those pink panties.

Moments later, a smile pulled at my lips. I’d found the perfect mate, well technically, she had found me, which in turn got me wondering, how the hell had she made it all the way out here? Was she alone? Was she running from someone? I hoped like hell, she wasn’t because anyone who tried to hurt her would have to go through me… and there was no way I was giving this woman up.

Not even if she asked me to.

CHAPTER THREE

OLIVIA

My head pounded and I do mean literally. It felt as if I’d been smacked upside the head with a frying pan. However, waking up in a mysterious bed, all toasty and warm lead me to believe that couldn’t really be what had happened. I blinked as if doing so would help me remember how the hell I’d gotten here. But nothing happened. It was like there were no actual memories inside my head. It was as if me being here was an entire mystery. I stretched my arms above my head then realized rather quickly I was in a large t-shirt that was definitely not mine, and I was wearing no panties, or bra.

My cheeks heated. What kind of trouble had I gotten myself into? I nibbled on my bottom lip while popping up above the huge down comforter that had been placed over me. My head was throbbing as I sat up but something else was happening to me as well. I felt another kind of throbbing taking place.

My belly was full of butterflies and I felt as if I was being pulled like a magnet might be to a fridge. I closed my eyes for a brief second attempting to get my barring’s. When I opened them once more, I saw a man like I’ve never seen before. He looked like a god, his body chiseled from stone or at least something of the like. His dark green eyes reminded me of the color of pine trees, and when they pierced mine, it was his steely gaze that held me in place.

Air refused to enter my lungs and I stared, mainly because that was all I could do and the other half simply because—I didn’t want to look away. I became utterly speechless and breathless.

“You’re awake?” His voice was deep, and honeyed.

I stared at his russet brown hair that was practically begging for me to run my fingers through it. My nipples tightened against the fabric of my shirt. Did I just become aroused from nothing more than his very presence? This was strange but still, slightly hot.

“I-I am—but…” I stumbled over my words. I was flustered, hot, and cold all at once and my pussy kept throbbing as if it were in need. I knew confusion marred my features but I couldn’t explain how my body was reacting right now, not to this man. Hell, I didn’t even know his name.

“Do you remember how you got here? Or what your name is?” the mysterious god that my body craved like air and water asked, inching closer and closer to me. He was massive his hands were huge.

I’d bet anything his cock was huge as well.

Jesus. My face burned red hot at the thought. What was wrong with me? How had I suddenly turned into a sex addict?

A throat cleared and I looked up at the nameless man.

This time, he stood directly beside me, his large hand reaching out and cupping my cheek gently. It was strange to see such a big man make such a gentle movement.

“Did you hear me? Do you remember how you got here or what your name is?”

I licked my lips, staring up at him through my lashes as if I were in a trance. Now that he was touching me I didn’t mind being in his trap. He could do what he wanted with me. I gulped then finally spoke, “My name is Olivia, and I don’t remember how I got here. Are you…?” I was afraid to finish the rest of my question but did so anyway. “…Are you my husband?”