While our hearts thumped steadily, my senses heightened, cock twitched. Ragged agony for me. I wanted badly to be inside my mate again.
Blade broke away. “We’re not mates. We won’t ever be—”
“Like hell. We are mates. Forever. I’ve marked you inside and out.”
He huffed. “Both mates must mark to make it official, to seal our souls as one,” Blade said blandly.
Huh? Ah, hell no. I was always the mounter, not the mountee. Not one dude or wolf had ever marked my skin outside of a fight. Or breached my virginal passage! Uh-uh. No way. No damn how. Impossible.
“See what I mean? We’ll never be mates anyway,” Blade said quietly.
Ah, shit. Skip marking and, dammit, he had the opportunity to play and kiss and fuck anybody and everything. I’d show my worst side; pissed, jealous, and kicking the shit out of every asshole and conniving she-bitch who came near him. Then, I’d probably walk around whining, sounding desperate, acting clingy. Unconfident. Desperation wasn’t my strong suit. Emotional distress in relationships had always been a figment of my imagination. And the local orgies? Not a damn soul out there would turn down the cream of the crop. Handsome hardly described Blade’s face. Chicks would drool or fall in love on the spot. Guys, they’d bow to his totally exceptional body after slobbering like idiots. Plus, Blade romped with the elite. That alone was too far outside my league.
Hot and ready for me, horny by default, Blade would have the option to toot his ass up for anybody, anytime. Fuck.
“I’d held onto unrealistic hope for…I held onto a dream no werewolf has rights to envision. I saved myself for my mate, Hamm. You were my first,” he said.
Saved himself? For how many years? Naturally, satisfaction wove its way through my psyche. I was his first. On the other hand, I’d held onto partial virginity for a single nefarious reason. Ego.
Cupping his cheek, I forced him to meet my gaze. “You had as much right to dream as anyone, Blade. Hopes and dreams are what keep us going. Without them, what would we have to look forward to every day?
“And tonight was your first time as mountee? Why didn’t you tell me beforehand?” Christ. I’d all but raped him, had plunged deeply inside him without thought or care. He had presented his ass to me like a well-used pro, lube unnecessary. No virgin deserved harsh treatment. Not even feral or Were Alphas. Definitely not my mate. “I would’ve been gentle, prepared you.” Although, the strain for me during a full moon…I kissed him, one full of love and promise, the only way I knew how to apologize to my mate. Blade clung to me as a lover should.
“Accepted.”
So…what to do. Turnabout was fair play. I could do this. “So, um, I guess we’d better get started. I can’t let anybody else lay a hand on you. I won’t.”
“Hamm—”
“I want you as my rightful mate, Blade, my soul mate more than anything.”
“Listen—”
“Ssh. I also want to feel you inside me, claiming me. No more words. Show me love.”
Neither callous nor soft, his kiss burned with intensity, his tongue swirling, touching every hidden crevice. My fangs burst through my gums, and Blade ran his wonderful tongue up and down their lengths. Moaning and gasping for air under his onslaught, my legs moved restlessly, twining around my new lover’s as the heat of his muscular body blanketed mine. Hot, his flesh vibrated beneath my gripping fingers and I wondered why.
Blade broke away from the soul-stealing kiss, pressed his forehead to mine. “Because I’ve waited so long for this moment. Craved it. I didn’t think it would ever come to fruition,” he admitted. “Do you know how often I’ve dreamed of making love to you?”
Feeling his jutting hardness, its thickness sliding, seeking, intense friction building, at full tilt, his cock was bigger than mine. Stitches of fear and regret invaded my thoughts, caused my body to contract.
“Easy, my handsome lover,” he whispered. “We’ll take our time.”
No one had ever called me handsome.
He licked the column of my neck—had me squirming—and marked my collarbone twice. One down, one to go, I thought.
Sliding farther down, swabbing a trail to budded nipple, he suckled. Teased and sent a lightning bolt straight to my cock. The head swelled, spurt a bit of pre-cum as my hips came off the floor. Perspiration erupted all over my heated flesh.
Slowly, he glided his rough tongue along my damp skin. I shivered, remembering how good it felt the first time he’d taken me into his mouth. His sweet, rough tongue skimmed from balls to root to the slit of my cock, I howled in blissful pleasure when his mouth closed over the head. He worked me with a finesse I’ve never felt before now, head bobbing slowly up and down, teeth grazing, never losing suction…set off an orgasm. Writhing, jerking, I latched onto his ears, held him in place while I bellowed my release, filling his mouth with cum, my cock solidly against the back of his throat that enticed the last roped seeds of life out of me when he swallowed.
I opened my eyes, blinked, and saw him grinning, his sparkling eyes full of dark promise. “Only the beginning, love,” Blade said.
Oh, Jesus God.
He started from the top…or the bottom…fondling my twin sacs, rolling them in his hands, and tugging while licking and lapping at my stiffening rod. I was ready for round two. Until I felt a stiff and wet entity probing the outer ring of my virginal entrance. My eyes went wide, staring at the moon, and every part of my body tightened like a bowstring, even when I’d practiced the same intimacy on past partners.
“Relax, Hamm, and let me in,” Blade ordered. The Alpha was talking now. “You’ll love the feeling I give to you. Open.”
I didn’t respond or react. Couldn’t.
“Now.”
I looked down my body, caught the glow of sharp, green eyes filled with purpose. Shifting. Shit. His tongue darted out, long and wide, wrapped around my cock. Squeezed, and stars exploded behind my eyes. I loved his tongue—human and Were. I was a goner, bones and muscles melting from Blade’s perfect touch, which would not be his only stiff and wet promise.
Instinct had me shuddering from the intrusion slithering inside me. The sweet torture didn’t end there. He retreated slowly, invaded again, deeper. Gyrated, sent a sharp burst of desire through every nerve ending I owned. Each successive thrust had my knees bending, my hips rising, my back arching. Wanting more, I groaned when the hot bliss of his tongue left me.
“Blade?” Why did he stop?
Then, the first cool finger breached me. I sucked in a breath, held it while the second worked its way inside. Any more than two and…number three was there with a twinge of pain. I automatically clamped down on his fingers, and he growled. The usual vitriol or something different?
If anger caused the growl, and he bit my cock, he’d snap it in half. “Stop. Stop,” I ordered.
Keeping his fingers still, stretching me, he put his mouth to my balls, sucked the minor pain right out of my mind. I moaned.
“See, you’re not whining like a pussy anymore,” Blade said. “I knew you’d like how it felt.”
Fine, I enjoyed every wild sensation, and I was beginning to resent his dominant side.
Gently, Blade freed his teasing fingers. He levered up to his knees, draped my legs over his bulging thighs, aligned our cocks together with both hands, and vigorously pumped.
Another orgasm rocked me hard. “Goddammit!” My shoulders and back came off the floor. Hot cum splattered our chests as I cursed a navy streak from start to finish, through every aftershock, shuddering.
But Blade had yet to climax. Okay, maybe once we joined he’d lose it and mark me inside.
Viscous fluid coated the broad head of his cock, oozed down the length. Oh, Christ. I started panting, licked my lips. The size of him, length and girth… He was sure to rip me in half and oil my tonsils. I was still game. Mates. I’d heal eventually.
Hands braced on either side of me, Blade pressed the head to my unyielding channel. The tight barrier k
ept him from penetrating. Or I did. Shivering, I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Look at me. I want to see your eyes while I take what you’re giving me so freely,” he said. I complied without reservation. Every part of me belonged to Blade. “I’ll make this easier for you to relax. I’d never hurt you.”
I blanched at his soothing words. Couldn’t help it when I’d hurt him badly.
He hooked my legs over his arms, pressed gently forward. A spray of warm fluid heated and slicked the way. Blade easily broke through the barrier to my tight depths, held still, allowing me time to adjust to the unfamiliar invasion. He retreated then edged forward again gently by an additional measured inch. Another spray of warmth. With each thrust, there was no pain. I relaxed, my opening stretched to accommodate his size, loving the feel of him gliding insistently in and out of my body.
“All of you.” I braced myself for serious pain.
Blade changed his angle, slid deeper, pressed against the perfect spot and set me off. “Like this?”
“Yes. Yes. Right there.” His cockhead pulsated where I liked to feel it most of all, and he had yet to give me every hard inch of himself.
Moving again, he kept the pace languid, held me entranced while stretching and filling me completely without malice or pain. And it wasn’t simply his perfect strokes holding me spellbound. His eyes. Amber. Slanted. His fangs. Deadly looking. Capable of marking.
Blade’s speed increased. I urged him on, lifting my hips to meet every powerful downward stroke, circling, tightening, his heavy balls slapping mine as he shoved us across the plush carpet runner toward the wall. When he paused, I gripped his ass with claws, forced him to continue, loving each long, smooth stroke. Growling and snarling, his silky hair veiled around our faces as he pounded the devil out of me. I had no reason to fight him, no reason to stop him.
He leaned back, shoved my knees higher, his hips in perpetual motion.
Deep down, I wanted every part of Blade for my own—human, wolf, and Were. With an orgasm percolating toward the surface of my being, how could I force him to drop his defenses, to abandon his resolve?
“Let him out,” I said on a pant. “I want the werewolf.”
“He’ll fuck you blind.”
“Then my mate should fuck me blind!”
I reared up onto his thighs, wrapped all limbs around him—head, shoulders, and waist.
“Never,” he said on a tortured breath. “Never mates. I can only give you more of this. Come for me, Hamm, or I’ll fuck you harder until you do.” And, rising up to his knees, he pounded on.
I refused to believe him. “No! I won’t, dammit. Not without you marking me on the inside.”
Lifting me by the butt cheeks, he spread them and slammed me down his solid length, stoking the raging fire already burning inside me. Add in the friction between his hairy, hard chest and abs abrading my cock made staving off an orgasm nearly impossible. He’d make me come no matter what. I didn’t know how long I could hold out. At this rate, mere seconds before an explosive climax sent me flying solo out of orbit. Theoretically, sealing our souls as one and rocketing across the universe during the full moon required both our participation.
Blade stopped the ferocious pummeling and held me close, hands caressing my back and arms then down over my ass, gentling my impending climax. “I can’t,” he said. “Never have, never will.”
Numbness settled in my gut hearing the anguish in his voice and words.
He leaned my back against the wall, pinned my wrists on both sides of my head. I was too weak to fight him. Blade kissed me tenderly then said, “Cursed. Forever. It’s my fault for not warning you, Hamm. I should’ve told you before all this began, long before now, but I wanted you so, so badly.”
I didn’t want to believe it. Couldn’t. As Saba said, he had so much love stored. For me. I wanted it all, would have it all. And I had one ace card...okay, maybe a king or jack...with a backup to prove he was wrong. If my intuition served me correctly after witnessing his earlier response, Blade was not cursed forever. Not cursed at all.
“You’re lying. You’re just a fucking chickenshit who’s too damned afraid to mate somebody,” I taunted. “Anybody. Use them, not me, goddammit. So, if you’re finished, kindly get the hell out of my body and my damn life. I don’t need this shit. I don’t need you and don’t want your pathetic ass. I’ll find a good mate worthy of my cock and—”
Clawed fingers gripped my throat, choked off my breath in mid-rant. Bright, penetrating orange filled Blade’s irises. Shit. Gripping his forearm with both hands, I really hoped I hadn’t pressured him enough to…
“I’ll kill you first. I will kill you for allowing anybody to put their hands on you.” His bass voice sounded worse than gruff, thundered with raged. His cock swelled, lengthened, and he slid deeper inside me, filling me to capacity. I couldn’t possibly take any more, and when my body and senses reawakened, I refused to respond or surrender or issue a moan of pleasure. He’d know he owned me forever, marked or not, and he’d also know I’d never leave him.
Blade finally realized he was strangling me and he loosened his hold.
I cleared my throat and rasp, “You can’t kill me. You know it and so do I, which means, I can walk and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.” My voice had grown stronger. “I will walk if you can’t mark me as yours.”
Eyes dulling then dimming, several emotions crossed his handsome features: shock, resignation and, finally, pain. The last hit me hardest, but I pressed onward anyway. I had to make my point, had to make him see it. Feel it. Want it. “You have two choices, Blade. Mark me,” I said solemnly and tightened my butt cheeks, enticing him to respond positively. Horniness and wolves were inseparable during the full moon. Love between mates, as well. “Or let me go to find a mate to live my life with happily.”
Pupils narrowed, fangs descended, and a horrific howl blasted my sensitive eardrums. He surged upward, nailed me to the wall, snatching the breath from my lungs in the process.
The werewolf had begun to emerge.
Shoving his muscled arms under my legs, he hoisted them over his shoulders, and thrust again. Hard. Continued plowing. I yanked at his long mane and bit my tongue to keep from screaming like a female in the clutches of tumultuous passion.
His pants were harsh, his body hot, taut, shimmering, and vibrating. Perfect timing to flash my ace card.
Gasping from his deep plunges, I said, “Mark me. Mark my neck. Deep. Draw blood.”
“No. I’ll kill you. I don’t want to kill you,” Blade replied. Sweat rolled down his skin as he plowed onward.
“Do it! Now. Drink from me.” My body skimmed the fine edge of a cataclysmic orgasm. I remembered the taste of his blood, how it affected me. Invigorating. Rocketing. “Drink, damn you!”
When his big fangs pierced my neck, pain wracked me down to my cock. I climaxed hard. “Oh, fuck!” Hot, thick cum shot between us, coating our bodies from chest to chin while Blade drank deeply from my life source. I howled and howled louder.
Stretching my legs wide, Blade hammered against me in a frantic tempo, one hand manhandling my overly sensitive dick, the head fat and wide, the slit intermittently opening and closing. That long tongue of his stabbed at it, fondled it, teased it. I lost my breath as another orgasm rocked me to the core before the first one had barely faded. He gulped down every drop and growled for more, demanded more. I gave and gave and gave more, continued spasming, continued flexing around his massive cock.
Suddenly, Blade threw his head back, gasping for air, his features intermittently altering from human to werewolf; orange eyes changed to hazel, green, and back again; facial hair grew and disappeared; snout extended and receded. Then his long, furry tail shot straight into the air. It arched toward me, quivering.
My backup card.
I wrapped my fingers around its stiffness, stroked the fine, silky fur.
And Blade’s cursed defenses fractured. Shattered. Hips repeatedly jackhammering, h
e exploded, his seed flooding me, scalding my insides. He rocked the rafters with a howl then stared into my eyes through unholy red ones and roared, “Mine!” Over and over again.
His throbbing cock and hot seed triggered successive, shuddering orgasms for us both. Our bodies twitched and convulsed over several minutes.
When his cockhead swelled hugely, I was the welcoming hostage. We locked together, allowing my body to absorb all he’d given to me, marking me as his mate, and sealing our souls as one.
Total, unrestrained ecstasy. Fully mates.
I fell into delirium, blinded by bliss, and sweating profusely.
We held on to each other, kissing and moaning in pleasure, mumbling encouraging words, praising one another, celebrating the joy of consummating our union through each powerful aftershock. I didn’t think our orgasms would ever cease, never knew couples had so much more to share in love and mating.
Our climaxes finally ebbed. We were sated and drained, our union solidified, and as important, we’d linked telepathically. At least, I finally had.
Do you love me, Blade?
Yes, of course I do.
Then say it. Tell me you love me.
Hamm, you’re sounding desperate.
Now, I understood the female population’s complaint. Males were such jerks, pains in the ass. How difficult was it to say three single-syllable words? Fine, goddammit. I’m desperate! Say it anyway. Say it and mean it.
“I love you,” Blade said aloud.
“How much?”
“Stop it, Hamm, because now you are sounding desperate. I will love you,” he said between tantalizing, wet kisses. “Forever and a day.”
After a good five minutes of Blade’s tenderness alleviating my anxiety, I said, “Legs.”
Once draped over his shoulders, somehow they’d slipped down over his muscled arms. Damn. Glutes, quads, and ass ached like hell. A good ass ache, though. Limberness wasn’t my strong suit.
He drew my sore limbs down to his waist, massaged the pain. “Sorry, I tried not to—”
“Wouldn’t want it any other way.”
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