Page 54 of The Wolf's Mate
She is made for me.
The room fills with the lewd sound of our fucking. My heavy balls slap against her ass with each thrust. I’m already so fucking close, I’m not going to last much longer.
“I’m about to claim you, Hettie. Tell me yes,” I say, not slowing my movement down. I’m dangerously close to succumbing to the pleasure, but I hold off. Only barely. Already I can feel my knot trying to form inside her. I didn’t have the time to educate her on the mating rituals of wolves, but she is about to get a crash course now.
“Yes. God, yes, Rip,” she cries, digging her nails into my shoulders. Her legs move to wrap around me, pulling me in even deeper.
It’s too much.
It’s not enough.
I don’t think; I just react. My lips find the soft flesh of her neck, kissing and teasing her. This is where I marked her during our mating ceremony, the outline of my teeth forever etched into her neck. I need to feel that again. My canines extend, and before I can think properly, I bite down hard on her neck.
She screams. Or I scream. I don’t fucking know. I don’t know where she starts and I end. The bond that has been hiding in reserve for so long roars to life. Hettie’s feelings and emotions mix with my own until she’s imprinted herself upon my soul, our mind link finally snapping in place.
Meaning Ender found my true mate and brought her to me.
“Come for me, mate,” I say through the newly formed bond. I sense her surprise immediately.
“Rip? Is that you?”
“Yes, love. Our mate bond is complete. I can tease you whenever I want now.”
“Fuck…”
My movements grow frantic. Her blood coats my lips, and I lick them and her wound clean. Her legs tighten around me, which sends me over the edge.
I’m coming. I’m coming so hard that I see fucking stars. Hettie screams, her own desire evident all over my cock and between her thighs. She rides out her own orgasm, my name on her lips as she comes for me.
The base of my cock swells, and my knot forms, locking us together. Hettie gasps, grabbing on to my shoulders. “What is?—”
“My knot, mate. Get used to it because you’ll be taking it a lot.”
“Rip, fuck, how big is it going to get? It’s not going to fit; it’s?—”
I silence her with a searing kiss. The protests die on her lips, and she kisses me back. I distract her, making sure she receives the pleasure she deserves. It’s been so damn long since I’ve knotted anyone. But none felt like this. Not even close.
“Feels…good…” she moans between kisses.
I smirk. “Good.” Caressing the side of her face, I look down at the bite mark at the juncture of her neck. “How does this feel?”
“It hurts a little. But not too badly. I can…feel you. In a way I couldn’t before,” she says slowly.
“It’s because we’ve completed our mating ritual. Our bond is finally intact. You’re mine, Hettie.” I can’t keep the possessiveness out of my voice.
My mate smiles up at me lazily, running her hands along my body and stopping at my chest. “That also means you’re mine. So, don’t fucking try to hide your rut from me again.”
Despite myself, I laugh. “Yes, mate. I’ll steal you away for my next rut, but we aren’t nearly done with this one.”
Hettie’s eyes widen. She wiggles underneath me, and I groan. My knot keeps her close, and even if it didn’t, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight.
“This didn’t satisfy your rut?” She shakes her head. “Fuck, how high of a sex drive do you have?”
I lean closer, pressing our foreheads together. When I speak, my lips brush against hers. “I’m an alpha in rut, mate. This could last for days. I’m not nearly finished with you.”
Fear and lust glint in her eyes. “My poor vagina,” she mumbles. “You’re going to have to carry me everywhere after this.”
“Gladly.” I pull her against my body. “Now hold on tight, mate. You’re going to ride out this knot.”