Page 47 of Half Wolf Mate

“I’ve never done this before.” I almost melted into an embarrassed puddle at his feet. I’m a virgin.”

“I know.”

I almost gagged as I stared at him, horrified. “What? How…”

His lips curled into the smuggest smirk I’d ever seen. “Some things a mate just knows.”

He looked so ridiculously happy about my virgin status I almost rolled my eyes. At least I could stop worrying about not pleasing him. He was already quite satisfied.

“Sweet, untouched, Sydney, ready for me to corrupt,” he purred, hooking his thumbs into my panties. “In ways, you’ll love.”

My heart slammed against my ribs, and anticipation surged through my veins. And just like that, my arousal was back in full force. He slowly slid my underwear off, his eyes glued between my legs. Then he grabbed my hips and pushed me back. I landed on the bed, and the way I bounced a little on the mattress made me giggle. Cole grinned and shrugged his shirt off. He seemed at ease, and despite my earlier nervousness, I grew comfortable, too. This was our easiest interaction yet because it just felt so natural. Of course, it did. We were supposed to be together. We were fated.

I watch him strip, admiring every inch of his body. He wasn’t overly muscular but lean and toned. Perfect. Since he was completely naked, I moved to kick my heels off.

“Those stay,” he said.

I paused and glanced at him. The way his gaze moved over me appreciatively made my skin heat up.

“Do you have a high-heel fetish, Cole?” I teased.

One corner of his mouth twitched into the beginning of a smile. “I just might. You’re a vision in nothing but those heels,” he said.

I must have blushed from the roots of my hair to my toes.

He joined me on the bed, sliding between my legs. My heart hammered as our skin touched and his erection pressed against my mound. I thought this was it, the moment I’d lose my virginity, but Cole only gave me a quick, hot kiss and moved, his mouth trailing down my body.

“I thought we were going to…”

He glanced up at me, his mouth hovering over my right breast. “Going to what?”

Heat engulfed my face. “You know, get right to it.”

Amusement danced in his eyes. “We are getting to it. I’m introducing you to other things you’ll enjoy.”

Thinking about those “other” things made me want to hide under the covers. Though I felt safe with Cole, I was still timid in the sexual arena. However, when his tongue swirled around my hardened nipple, all other thoughts fled except for how amazing it felt. He teased and sucked until I panted and writhed, thinking I’d combust at any second.

I gasped when he moved further down, and his breath fanned between my thighs. I would have clamped my legs shut if his shoulders weren’t forcing them apart.

“Relax for me, Sydney,” he coaxed.

It was easier said than done. It wasn’t like I was accustomed to anyone touching me in such an intimate place. Still, I was curious about the experience, so I took a deep breath and forced my muscles to relax. The first touch of his mouth to my center almost sent me shuttling through the ceiling. My legs locked around his shoulders, but he didn’t seem to mind because he continued to tease me gently at first.

His tongue swirling around my sensitive bud made me moan with delight. I lifted my hips, silently begging for more. Seeing that I’d completely relaxed, he delved in, his mouth moving voraciously as if he’d been starving.

“You taste incredible,” he murmured. “Just as I thought you would.”

My only response was another moan because a delicious pressure built inside me, ready to burst. He feasted on my lower lips, kissing them as sensually as he had my mouth until I let out a cry and shattered into what felt like a million pieces. His name rolled off my tongue as I shuddered uncontrollably. My first orgasm was so intense I lost my breath.

Barely recovered, I opened my eyes to find Cole peering down at me. His lips glistened with my juices. It was probably one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. “Are you alright?” he asked.

His concern sent warmth, flooding me inside and out. I nodded because I didn’t think I could speak. He slid a hand between my thighs to tease me some more. I gasped and shuddered when he inserted a finger between my folds. The invasion felt a little strange at first, but as he stroked, it felt better. “I hope you’re ready for me,” he whispered, “because I can’t wait any longer.”

It was sweet that he held himself in check for my comfort. “I’m ready,” I told him.

Holding my gaze, he positioned himself between my legs. His broad tip pushing against my entrance was a little daunting, but my need for him overrode my fear. I’d wanted him since the moment I saw him, and finally, he was mine… sort of. I didn’t get to feel the typical despair about his unwillingness to claim me as his mate because he drove forward, and all other thoughts evaded me.

I gasped his name, frightened by the initial pain that hit me. He immediately paused, allowing me time to adjust. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Hold on to me.” I didn’t think I’d enjoy the rest of my first sexual experience, but when he moved again, the pain was gone, replaced by the delicious sensation of being completely filled.