“Impatient.”

But she heard his wolf in his voice, and she knew she wasn’t the only one impatient.

“In me,” she spoke against his mouth as he moved in for another kiss.

“First things first. I’m going to lick your pu**y until you come. Get you nice and wet. Relax you a little and then I’m going to f**k you.”

She swallowed hard and fisted him, pumping up and down, smearing her thumb through the bead of precome at the slit. She licked it, and he growled, pushing her to her back on the bed, and settled in between her thighs. “Wait on that. I don’t want to be right on the edge before I even get inside you naked the first time.”

He went straight for her pu**y, and she had no complaints, though she didn’t have his c**k in her hand any longer. She arched, rolling her hips as he slid his tongue up and into her over and over before surging to her clit, moving his tongue and lips back and forth across it, sending her to the edge immediately.

So good. Damn he was so good at this. Fast or slow, he knew her body and did all the things she liked. Did them hard and soft, gently and not so gently, until her climax began to settle in. She dug her heels into the bed, her hips churning against his mouth as she tugged his hair, hard, to keep him exactly there. He hummed, and that vibration was the last little bit she needed before she fell over and orgasm consumed her as he kept devastating her with that mouth of his.

A smaller aftershock orgasm stole through her, leaving her boneless, and then he moved, looming over her, his mouth on hers, her taste on his lips, and it stole her breath.

He brushed the head of his c**k against her, through the heated slick of her cunt, and snarled. So. Good. With a condom it had been good, but this? This was exquisite sensation. Inferno hot and so wet he slid in, easy at first but then she gripped him tight.

He paused as his heart beat in his c**k for long moments. Throb-throb-throb. She tightened around him and he shook his head. “Careful there, beautiful. I’m so very close, and I want your cunt around me for a while before I blow.”

He thrust all the way in and sloooowly retreated. Over and over as it became nearly hypnotic, that slow and deep f**king. She drew her knees up to his sides, getting him even deeper. He dropped down to lick over her ni**les, taking in her taste.

His woman.

His mate.

His.

Her hands roamed over his shoulders, nails digging in, urging him on. The prick of pain shot through him as it did when she lost the veneer on her control and her claws came out.

“I want you to mark me again,” she whispered, and he groaned as he skittered even closer to climax at the sound of those words.

He bent his head and licked over the side of her breast. “Here?” He tested his teeth against the firm mound of flesh, and she shivered.

“Yes.”

He sucked. Hard enough he knew he’d leave a love bite. And then he bit and she came around his c**k so hard he almost lost his mind.

“Someone likes it rough.”

“Yeah? Me too.” She smiled and arched up, biting his pec, and he growled as sensation surged, speeding his pace as the sharp pain of her teeth tingled into a pleasure so intense he had to get deep, had to come inside her and make her his in every way.

Their sexual interludes had been hot each and every time. But this was more raw than before. His emotion was so close to the skin, as hers was. She wanted it, wanted him, wanted to belong to him in a way she’d never felt before.

He began to f**k into her so hard she bounced a little each time he got in all the way. Her tits swayed and the grin he gave her as he watched was rakish.

She arched, dragging her nails up his sides, delighting in his growl.

“Now, beautiful.” And he came so hard she felt it.

And then it was…it filled her. Up and up and up. She felt so much she wasn’t sure she could take any more. She would have panicked if he hadn’t been there, pulling her into his arms as he rained kisses over her face. Murmuring endearments and soft words as her world was rocked. Literally.

She had to close her eyes against the tilt in her equilibrium as it sucked her under. Emotion rushed through her as she drowned in the way she felt and then the way he did. Sounds, scents, everything all around her amped up. Even the bedding beneath her demanded her attention with the cool caress of cotton. It was so much.

Was it supposed to be like this? It was too late to back out, and he didn’t seem alarmed so she hoped that meant it was okay. She let it take her, all that sensation, all those demands for sensory attention, and she trusted he’d make sure she’d get through.

She lost herself for a little while, and when she opened her eyes, she had to drag in a breath at the intensity of the connection she had with him.

He pressed a cool cloth against her face and neck. “Are you all right?” She didn’t even remember him getting out of bed.

“How long was I…um…whatever that was?”

“A few minutes. You’re fine now. I’ve been told the change, the binding, is a little harder on a non-wolf. You’re so beautiful.” He kissed her softly.

She swallowed hard and tried to sit up as the world shifted enough that she remained on her back. “This is…are you all right?”

He smiled down at her, and the way he felt wasn’t just clear in his features, it was like she felt it too. A burst of love. Of adoration. Of the need to protect. Even of the loam and forest of his wolf. All he was when it came to his feelings about her was there and she knew it.