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  I couldn’t argue with her. “No, and for that I’m sorry. You were too close to dying. I didn’t have many options. The lodge was the closest source of warmth and treatment.”

  “What… ah!… what would mating with you entail?”

  I added another finger, sliding deep into her clasping heat. Closing my eyes, I savored the tightness of her hot inner flesh squeezing my fingers. She lifted her hips up off the mattress, pushing her pussy against my palm and I almost lost it.

  The wolf in me howled, fighting for control. It wanted this woman now, demanded I mate her. The man in me counted the cost, realizing how drastically my life would change once I impaled her on my penis. Still, I couldn’t wait to have her slick heat surrounding me, clasping my rock-hard cock.

  “It entails fucking.” I reached up and sucked her nipple into my mouth, tightened my lips around the fat little button. Mouth still covering her, I murmured, “Lots and lots of fucking.”

  With a meaty plop, I released her wet nubbin and trailed my open mouth down her body, stopping for little tastes of smooth, cocoa skin all along the way.

  She groaned, shifting beneath my caresses, opening her legs wider in invitation as I neared the mecca of her heat. I gave her what she pleaded for, spreading her thick pink lips and sinking my tongue into her tight channel.

  Moonshine, she tasted delicious… better than hot heart’s blood, better than life and death. I returned again and again to the stiff little morsel at the apex of her sex, worrying it with teeth and tongue. She cried and bucked when I caught her clit between my short teeth and carefully bit down, nipping the sensitive flesh.

  I drank her down like a starved man, lost to the richness of her tastes and textures until her clenched fingers tangled in my hair. The sharp tugs brought me back to my senses.

  Panting, I crawled up her body, my broad shoulders holding her open as I fisted my cock and positioned at her well-primed entrance.

  “Do you want this? Me?”

  “Yes! Please,” she begged, humping her ample hips up toward my cock, offering herself to me.

  I shook as I swirled the head in her slick juices, using her cream to lubricate our joining. With one firm thrust, I surged in, cringing when she screamed, only then realizing I entered virgin territory. “Oh, babe, I’m sorry! I didn’t know!”

  Her hands curled around my biceps as she clung to me.

  “It’s okay… I’m all right. Just… oh, God, you’re so big! Please… wait a bit… let me get used to you.”

  Luna incarnate, I needed to move, but I managed to give her the time she asked for. When at last she smoothed her hands down my back, timidly tugged me down onto her, I pulled back and drove my cock to the depths, slamming my balls against her ass. The slight sting felt so wonderful I did it again and again, faster and harder until the skin of my cock burned red hot with the friction.

  I stared down at her the whole time, fascinated at how her mouth rounded in a soundless cry, wide eyes filled with a sensual shock I wanted to see over and over again.

  Damn, but she closed around me in a burning vise of tight, elastic heat and moisture. Her body accepted every inch of my thick cock.

  Like an untried pup, I went at her wildly, plunging in and out of her wet pussy, the liquid sounds of our bodies meeting acting on me like an erotic prod, driving me into her over and over again.

  “Oh, God! Oh, God, I never knew… I never…”

  Her cries were like an aphrodisiac. I slurped them down, fighting the need to shift and bury my cock as deep as it would go, to bind her to me in the ancient way of my people. The wolf snarled, thwarted.

  The explosion, when it came, took me unawares, hurled me into a dazed landscape of glittering sensation that rolled over me like a runaway tank. Lost in the sultry clasp of her body, I surrendered, pouring myself, my sperm, into her receptive womb. At that moment of unguarded ease, the wolf came howling back, snatched. Helpless against the urge, I took her throat.

  I’d never mated, never tasted blood during sex. Catching her behind the knees, I curled her up, pounded away at her pussy while I drank from her, marking her as mine. She was a taste of nirvana.

  Mate

  “So, Vance, what’s next?”

  He rolled over and tucked me half under him, nuzzling my neck. “More sex. Just give me a second, I’m almost there.”

  I giggled and angled my throat away, embarrassed at being ticklish. Circling his semi-flaccid cock with my fist I pumped him a few times and watched him rise. “So I see, but I meant, what else do you expect of me? What can I expect of you?”

  “What? That fantastic fuck wasn’t enough? Now I suppose you want a freaking insurance policy.”

  “Be straight with me. Please.” I could feel my face heat as I added, “Did you think it was fantastic?”

  “I thought you were fantastic.” He sobered at the look I gave him. Brushing a kiss on my parted lips, he took me with him as he rolled onto his back. “Okay, you want answers. Since a wolf mates only once, I’m in this for the whole nine yards. You’ve got total loyalty. Also, you need to know there’s no such thing as effective birth control against our sperm. You’ll most likely be pregnant by the time we leave here, but I promise you this. When winter breaks and I return home, I won’t hold you against your will if you want to go…”

  I narrowed my eyes. “You think I won’t still want my freedom?”

  He shrugged and cupped my breast, pinching the nipple. “My job is to change your mind.”

  He was going at it the right way by replacing his fingers with his lips. The heat of his mouth made me gasp. I shimmied against him, sank my fingers into the hair at his nape. This pale man made me quiver with each touch. “What about love?”

  He stilled.

  Damn! I knew I shouldn’t have asked him that. Guys never want to face the L word. I swallowed a yell when he flipped me over, switching our positions. Now I was on the bottom.

  “I’m a wolf, you’re human. How can I explain wolf emotions to you? I never would have been driven to mate you if we hadn’t been viscerally connected in some way. For me, now, my greatest need is to be with you. Is that love?” He shrugged. “I don’t know.”

  Wow! Is this man for real? I smoothed my hands over his tight buttocks. “That’s so sweet!”

  Nuzzling my cheek, he whispered in my ear, “I think I started to fall when you apologized to dogs everywhere for calling that idiot a son-of-a-bitch.”

  I stiffened. “Patrick! Whatever happened to him?”

  His grin showed fangs. “Oh, I left him alive. Barely. I figured you’d want your revenge.”

  “Damn straight, I do!”

  “I also kept the rabbit suit. Guess what we’re doing next Christmas Eve?”

  I pulled him to me by his stiffened cock and sighed when he slid in. God, but his pussy-stretching cock felt good! “In your dreams, wolfie. You keep on thinking I’ll be around.”

  He eased out and back into me, sparking flames all along my channel. “I hope you’ll be around. Now, quick, before I fuck you through this mattress, tell me one more thing…”

  “What?”

  “Your name.”

  Camille Anthony

  Camille Anthony enjoys a fertile imagination. A love of both romance and science fiction fuels her writing. Her favorite stories are those of strong, honorable people -- whatever the race or planet of origin -- who are driven by love and lust to find that one special someone. Camille likes her heroines feisty, her heroes dominant and her passion red hot!

  She loves to hear from her readers. E-mail her at [email protected] or visit her website: www.camilleanthony.com.

 

 

 
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