Page 62 of Mating Season

I ran my hands up the back of her thighs and used my fingers to spread her lips so I could lap up her sweet taste with my tongue.

Her heat soaked into my pores. My beast let out a primitive howl, urging me to give in.

An Alpha provides for his mate.

Screw it.I never said I was a good man.

I spread her legs wider and held her in place, eating what was my new favorite meal until she started to shake, cussing and spitting and thrusting against my face.

“Ranger, please,” Aspen begged.

“Please what?” I released her, fisting my cock as I lined it up with her entrance. She responded with an animalistic moan as she dropped her head to the mattress.

I rubbed my hand over her perfect ass. “This is what you want.”

“Yes,” she hissed.

I notched in the head as she cried out, gripping the blankets in her fists.

“That’s it.” I eased in another inch. “Open up and take me.”

“More,” she cried in a tone garbled with her wolf. My beast and hers were on the same page.

I slid back out, feeling the tight suction of her core tug at the base of my soul, and then pushed in.

Aspen screamed, spreading her legs wider. I grabbed her hips and slammed in again.

And again.

Balls deep, my girl took each thrust like a champ. I set a frantic pace, feeling her go boneless under my grip as her pussy clenched around my shaft.

Her ass jiggled and bounced against my hips as I took everything she had to give, feeling the tightness gather and her slick soak us both.

“Hurts good. So, so good.” She lost all sense of language as she fluttered around my cock and came, taking me over the edge with her.

My balls tightened as the ropes built. I roared my release, pumping into her with a few powerful strokes as I rode out my own high.

My knot began to swell.

Aspen grabbed my wrist.

“Leave it,” she demanded.

“Bossy little thing.” I smiled, thrusting deeper and delighting in her gasp.

“I’m learning from the best.” She bit down on her next moan as my knot continued to swell.

I adjusted, pulling her back so we were laying side by side, and draped her leg over my thigh so she was exposed to the air and at the mercy of my fingers.

Slowly, I stroked her clit as I lowered my lips to her ear. “I’ve been waiting to knot you since I first laid eyes on you.”

Aspen gasped as my knot swelled to its full width, locking us in place.

“Does it hurt?” I used my claws to trail down the inside of her thigh, trying to distract her with a new sensation even as my brow furrowed with worry. This was one time when she couldn’t use her safe word without physical damage, but I could reposition her body if needed to lessen the tension until it subsided.

She whimpered.

“Use your words, beautiful.” Panic squeezed my chest. “Tell me what you need.”