Page 22 of A Love Bite
He looks up into my eyes, his expression tender and filled with desire. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I gasp, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I catch my breath. “I need you, Jake.”
He smiles, the expression filling me with warmth and affection. Then, he moves his hands to my waist, and with a swift motion, he pulls me closer to him until our bodies are flush against each other.
The feel of his hardness against me sends a jolt of electricity through me, and I can’t help but moan softly. With one swift motion, he pushes his hard cock deep inside me.
I moan loudly as he enters me completely, sending my body into a state of pure bliss. My inner walls clench around him, wanting more of his touch.
His hands grip my hips firmly, pulling me closer with each thrust. His hips move in a rhythm that is in sync with my pulsating heartbeat. My breath hitches with each thrust as he fills me up, both physically and emotionally.
He whispers into my ear, “You feel so good, so right.” His voice is low and velvety, and I can’t help but feel even more connected to him.
The sensation of him moving inside me, the sound of our bodies slapping together, the feel of his arms around me… it’s all too much. I know I’m close to the edge, and I want to take him with me.
“Jake,” I moan, “I’m so close. Please, don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” he promises.
His thrusts are slow and deliberate, as if he’s relishing every moment of being inside me. I moan, writhing beneath him, my hands gripping his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I pull him closer.
Jake’s thrusts become harder and faster, each one pushing me closer and closer to the edge. He reaches around and begins to play with my clitoris, his fingers moving in a rhythm that perfectly syncs with his hips. I scream out in pleasure, my body convulsing with each thrust.
Jake’s thrusts become erratic, his body trembling as he battles to hold back his own orgasm. I can feel his heat building inside him, and I know that he’s as close as I am. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer still, and my muscles clench as my orgasm washes over me.
I cry out in ecstasy, my entire body shaking with the intensity of the pleasure. Jake can’t hold back any longer, his body shuddering as he finds his release within me. He collapses on top of me, our bodies still entwined, panting heavily as we both bask in the afterglow of our passionate embrace.
The room is filled with the sound of our ragged breathing, and the scent of our mingled sweat fills the air. I can feel the dampness of our skin against each other, and the stickiness of our fluids clinging to our bodies. Despite the mess we’ve made, I feel alive and beautiful.
Jake’s arms wrap around me, his hand gently stroking my hair as he whispers softly into my ear. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
“So are you,” I reply, my voice just as soft and breathy.
19
Jake
Makinglove to Alex is one of the most incredible things I’ve ever done. Lying here beside her, I feel a profound closeness that I’ve never experienced before.
As a werewolf, the instinct to claim my mate is powerful and deep-seated. The urge to give her a love bite, marking our bond, is almost overwhelming. It’s a significant act among werewolves, one that cements a lifelong connection. However, I know I must tread carefully. Alex is unaware of the supernatural world and my true nature. Revealing such a truth through a spontaneous bite, without her knowledge or consent, would not only be irresponsible but could frighten her or, worse, drive her away.
Lying there, caught in the warmth of the afterglow, I grapple with my instincts versus the right way to handle the situation. Her head is turned away, her slender neck available.
“Bite her.”My wolf is growling at me.
I can feel my canines grow, and the urge to bite her nearly overwhelms me, but then Alex stretches and smiles up at me. Immediately, I shut my mouth.
“I’m going to shower,” she murmurs.
She kisses my forehead, and she slips out of bed.
I lost my chance.
I lie back, staring at the ceiling, feeling the opportunity slip through my fingers. It’s for the best, I remind myself. Something so significant shouldn’t happen impulsively or without her full understanding and agreement. The knowledge doesn’t ease my frustration but solidifies my resolve to handle things the right way.
While Alex is in the shower, I take deep, steadying breaths, trying to align my human reasoning with my werewolf instincts. I need to plan a moment to share everything about my world with her, to explain what being mates means for werewolves, and most importantly, to gauge her feelings and thoughts.
When Alex returns, the fresh scent of soap and shampoo mingling with the warm, comforting smell that is uniquely hers, I smile reassuringly. We need to talk, but not tonight. Tonight is about the newness of us, the discovery, and the gentle exploration of our relationship.