Page 61 of Mating Season
I wouldn’t deny her this game.
I didn’t think I could deny her anything.
The back of my neck still tingled where her lips pressed against it and the sound of her voice was still in my ears as she whispered random things throughout the day. Feeling her luscious thighs in my hands, her body rubbing against mine. Torture. Wicked teasing torture. This afternoon was a taste of paradise and I couldn’t wait to indulge.
I came to a stop just behind her shoulder, fighting the overwhelming urge to break the scene and drop to my knees beside her. Never once had these urges been so intense. I knew I was gone beyond repair. Fucked up. In love.
Make her ours. Seal the bond.
“Safe word,” I said because I planned to do dirty, sinful things to my mate, to ruin her for anyone else except me, but I needed her permission first.
“French toast.” Her voice was strange, deep and throaty. It took me by surprise. I moved to stand in front of her.
There were beads of sweat on her upper lip. Pupils were so blown they looked black as they glowed with the strength of her wolf. Her thighs were shaking as her fingernails dug into them, spread just slightly enough to reveal her swollen sex glistening with cream.
I rolled the tip of my tongue over my lips, tasting her hormones that filled the air. Like a punch to the gut, I hit my knees to the ground beside her.
This is it.My wolf howled.
I bit back my own desire, panicked now. No female in heat should be kept waiting. She should have demanded I come to her, not torture herself as she waited for me.
“Aspen, are you still with me?” I cradled the back of her head as I drew her up off her knees and into my arms.
“Touch me,” she whined on a breathless whisper. “It hurts. I need you.”
“I know, beautiful.”Selfless fucking woman.I would spank her for this later.
My hand slid down her sweat-coated body, cupping her pussy and massaging her clit to give her some relief. She slammed herself against my hand, growling in frustration.
Slick coated my fingers as I pinched her clit hard enough to shock. She growled again, sinking her teeth into my shoulder as I gathered more wetness and rubbed her clit faster.
Aspen started panting as her wolf pressed closer to the surface and her thighs squeezed around my arm as I carried her to the mattress on my knees.
“Is my mate going to come for me?”
Another gush and a feral growl were Aspen’s response. Her labia swelled with extra blood, creating a cushion she’d need over the coming days. I looked to the door as I curled my fingers inside her, rubbing her g-spot, and made sure I had enough water stocked.
The orgasm crashed over her hard and fast.
“It’s not enough,” she screamed as her claws raked down my back. “You need to fuck me.”
“I know.” I pressed her against my chest. My wolf rumbled within as he tried to offer comfort and I spread her lips, gathering lubricant before I slid my fingers in. “We’re working up to it.”
My cock throbbed when her walls clenched around my fingers as I worked her g-spot slowly.
“Screw working up to it.” She panted as she rocked against my fingers.
I moved my other hand to her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple before moving to the other. “Patience love.” I slid a third finger into her greedy cunt.
“No patience.” Aspen shook her head frantically, even as I felt her walls start to spasm. “I want it to hurt,” she cried out as she arched her back and gushed over my fingers.
My balls tightened painfully as I rocked her through her orgasm, but it didn’t satiate her for long.
She bent over, pulling herself off my fingers, and presented her pretty pink pussy. “I want you to lose control. I need my mate to fuck me.”
Give her what she wants.
She doesn’t know what she wants.I dragged my hand down my face, trying to decipher how much of this was Aspen and how much was the heat making decisions.