Page 12 of Howliday Match
“I wish that I could fuck you the way you should be fucked, on all fours while I plow into your sweet heat but I can’t risk that. I’m not sure that I wouldn’t bite you, mark you. And I don’t think you’re ready for that.”
I roll my hips, taunting him as he holds my hands to where I can’t reach him. He throws his head back, hissing.
I feel his thick, mushroom head pushing at my slick hole. “Oh, thank god!” I whimper as I feel his steely length begin pushing slowly inside me. His thick cock stretches me wide, the burning ache riding the line between pleasure and pain as he slowly pushes inside.
“Stop going so damn slow,” I growl through gritted teeth. “I need you now. Not six months from now.”
“You are going to drive me crazy, mate!” He growls under his breath but when my hands tug free of his and my nails dig into his broad, warm shoulders, his muscles bunch and he snarls, golden eyes flashing. Then he slams inside me so hard that my breath rushes out, my eyes widening and my whole body going radioactive.
“Shit!” I scream, fire rushing across my whole body as he rams inside me over and over again, pistoning harder and harder until my head slams into the headboard. I hold a handup to stop myself from getting a concussion even though I’m not sure I give a damn. It feels too damn good!
“Yes, harder, harder!” I’ve lost my mind and I grunt and growl, meeting him thrust for thrust as sweat drips off our slick bodies. His muscles bulge hard and he tenses, his neck thrown back, corded with tension.
“You’re going to come now, mate,” he snarls and one big hand slips down and rims my clit before he pinches it between his thumb and forefinger.
“Oh my god! Yes, yes, yes!” I can’t think as my whole body spasms, my pussy fluttering and then slamming shut on his thick dick. White light flares behind my eyelids and then it feels like I’m being tossed from a wild horse. I’m floating through the air, mindless with pleasure. Unable to do more than whimper and whine, my nails digging into his back hard, raking across his slick muscles.
He goes rigid, snarling, his golden eyes flashing fire, lit from within. His incisors are extended and his lips fall back from his teeth as he pants. He slams inside one last time and I feel the warmth of his release coating my pussy, setting off one more round of flutters from the greedy bitch.
He roars his release and my ears ring even as I fall apart again. Then his big body comes down on mine and I’m left wanting.
I want his bite, his mark. I want him to claim me. I need it,hungerfor it.
“How long do you think it will be before we can do that again because I want you to mark me.”
He raises his head and his tanned flesh quivers, that golden fire leaching into his chocolate-brown eyes. “Run. Run and I will chase you.”
My head pops up, the sweat still drying on my body. “Now?”
His head nods up and down and he grins wickedly. “You want my mark, I want the hunt. My wolf wants to chase you.”
I cock my head, laughing. “You are a perverted little fuzzball but I think I’d like that too!”
I stand on shaky legs and hold onto the bed railing until I can get my trembling to stop. Then I slip into a shirt from the closet and my shoes. The shirt hangs all the way down my thighs and technically covers me adequately except that I don’t have any panties.
I stop at the door and slip on the coat, looking back at him hungrily. “Don’t make me wait too long.” I open the door and slip out and with one last look, I watch him snap, “I’m giving you a head start, mate. Don’t waste it.”
I slam the door shut and step off the porch, grabbing the torch from one of the tall stands. It’s only battery-operated but it will do so I don’t kill myself in the dark.
Then I slowly jog away from the cabin, trying to get my bearings as I head deeper into the verdant landscape. After a few minutes, my breath huffs out hot and heavy, sweat dripping down my face and it feels like all my muscles are ready to explode.
But I’ve never felt more alive in my life!
A roar shakes the ground under me and I laugh happily. The hunt is on!
CHAPTER 9
Raphael
Irip the door off the hinges, my wolf barely-controlled and begging to slip the leash I have on him. Roaring, I leap naked to the ground and lift my head, my nose flaring, scenting the air. It takes me only seconds to find the sweet trail of my mate.
With another roar, I leap into the woods and charge through them, branches and leaves ripping at my skin until blood drips down my body. But I don’t stop.
This is what I want. And my mate has given me the best mating gift ever! The chase, the hunt for her.
“I’m going to find you and fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk for a week, my mate. A thrill trickles into my bloodstream and I ride the rush, my head high, searching and finding her sweet, seductive scent.
I ache for her, yearn to coat her pussy in my release. My dick throbs and it bobs painfully against my belly but nothing will deter me from finding her, claiming her.