Page 74 of Mating Season
“That’s my girl.” I kissed the mate mark on her neck before pushing her face back down to the bed again as I drove my cock home.
Her pussy fluttered around my length, adjusting as I slowly dragged my cock out to the tip. The weight of the anal plug pressed down against me through her upper walls as I slammed back in.
“Oh. Oh…” Incoherent noises were so hot.
I angled her hips so her legs were spread wider and her clit rubbed the bedframe. Then I slid home again, feeling her spasm as she started to scream.
“You’ve got it, baby. Take all my cock while your little ass gets stuffed.” I grunted as I tugged the diamond softly while slamming into her soaking wet heat. I picked up the pace as she fisted the blankets, crying out my name.
I slowed to a stop. “Did I say you can come?”
“Ranger, no!” Aspen cried. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean it. I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you want. Please, just please let me come.”
Goddess, I loved it when she begged.
She gasped as I lifted her up.
My hand slid forward again to stroke her clit and I dragged my other hand along her side, teasing each nipple on the way up, before sliding two fingers into her mouth.
She sucked them down deep as her core clenched around my shaft, moaning as her orgasm built again. I fucked her slow. Nice and deep. Makingsure she could feel me everywhere. I wanted to mark another notch on her soul.
My knot was already building, anticipating the release I was driving us both toward with Aspen filled entirely by me. Her heart. Her mind. Her body.
Another long stroke. She clung to my arm, choking on my fingers as she sucked harder.
Such a beautiful fucking mate.
I pulled her close to whisper in her ear. “Be a good girl and come for me.”
*
“But you said we could watch it.” Aspen pouted. She was fresh out of the shower and braiding her hair back with the glossy-eyed look that spelled trouble.
“I’m not saying we won’t watch it.” I pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants. “I’m only saying that it might be a good idea to save it for later.”
Something’s burning.
Both Aspen and I turned to look at the ceiling as our wolves picked up on the scent. The sound of a coyote shifter cursing followed shortly thereafter.
“Your stupid rich people microwave killed the popcorn,” Clara shouted down the stairs.
Aspen laughed as she kissed my cheek and hurried to check out the damage.
My life was so domesticated now. Scented candles and bubble baths and sweet wine in the fridge. Yoga pants were the Goddess’s gift to earthand I shamelessly followed my mate’s ass up the stairs as she showed off her favorite pair.
“I’ll make another bag,” Aspen said as she pushed open the door to the kitchen.
The pink wine glugged as Clara poured three oversized glasses of it. “I don’t know how you work that contraption. Why can’t you get a regular microwave?”
“Why don’t you just use a popcorn machine like a normal person? We aren’t in the 2000s anymore.” Jesse grabbed a glass of wine and bolted to the living room before Clara could swipe at him.
“Remind me again what the cat is doing here.” I massaged my forehead.
“I told you I invited him.” Aspen stood on her tiptoes to reach the popcorn on the top shelf of the pantry. The coyote must have scaled the shelves to get the first bag.
I reached over her and pulled it down. “Why do we need to watch this right now?”
“I wasn’t going to pay for it before.” Aspen took the popcorn and put it in the microwave. “It’s finally on streaming channels because season eight is starting so we all made a date to watch it.”