Emma’s knees buckle under her as she gasps at the sensation of his tongue exploring her core. With the devil dancing in his eyes he licks his full lips, still covered in her essence. He stands up to meet her, “That shower?”
Emma pants and nods, “Yeah.” She’s at a loss for words and follows him to the bathroom.
When she leans over to turn the water on he trails his fingers down her back, “You’re so soft.”
Chill bumps cover her skin at his touch, her entire body on sensory overload. She can’t believe she’s standing nude in front of a man she just met but has never felt so connected to anyone.
The water reaches the perfect temperature and they step into the shower. Zane has to duck below the shower head.
Emma lets out a giggle, “You’re so tall, and…”
Zane smiles, “And what?”
Emma shakes her head in disbelief, “Perfect.”
“That’s because I’m yours.” He pulls her close to him pressing his erection against her belly. “And you’re just perfect.”
Hot water flows over their skin, but the heat doesn’t compare to how it feels when he touches her. He explores every part of her, studying her. She freely gives herself to his exploration as he runs his fingers over her skin leaving hot trails down her back around the curve of her ass.
“Look at you, these amazing curves and crazy blue eyes.” He says low in her ear. “I haven’t stopped seeing them since that night.”
“Zane, what is this?” Emma asks unsure, worried that it will all end. Is she going crazy?
“This is The Hunger that a fated couple feels before they complete the mating blood bond.” He explains. “But I want you to know that if at any time you feel uncomfortable with anything, you only have to ask me to stop and I will respect that.” He lowers his eyes, “I know this is all going so fast, but it’s how wolves are with their mates.”
Emma feels his hesitance, “Zane, I know this is right but I still can’t believe this is happening. I’m waiting for it all to end.” She presses her head into his chest.
Zane huffs a laugh, “None of us are used to it. The Hunger is very rare.” He lifts her eyes to his, “Not every wolf has this kind of mate.”
“Really?” Emma asks, “I thought all wolves had mates, or could.”
Zane shakes his head, “They can, but not like this. You are my fated mate, not every wolf has that.”
“I didn’t--”
“I didn’t believe in it either.” Zane says while running his hands along her hips, “But once I saw
you and couldn’t stop thinking about you, needing you...I know it’s true now.”
Emma inhales deeply reveling in the feeling of his hands on her skin. “I don't know anything about wolves.”
“I’ll teach you,” he says pulling her to him. “And if you decide you don’t want to be my life mate, you can tell me, no and I’ll respect that.”
Emma reacts at the pain that shoots through her at the thought of not being with him, “ No.”
Zane freezes. “No?”
Emma shakes her head, “No, not no, shit. I mean, yes...I can’t talk.” She closes her eyes, “I want you.”
Zane smiles as she digs her fingers into his back pulling him closer to her. He presses into her running his hands down to the small of her back, “If you’re unsure, just let go.”
“I don’t want to let go,” Emma says with vehemence. She’s exactly where she wants to be.
“Good.” He sighs and holds her.
She pulls back from him to get the soap, she lathers it in her hands and turns him around in the shower. She washes the rippling muscles on his back, noting each one and getting more turned on with every passing second. She memorizes every tattoo so she can ask about them. She presses her breasts against him and washes his chest, then turns him around. She wants to lick every inch of him. Her fingers trail over each hard ab down to the V leading to his hard cock, standing at attention. She wraps her fingers gently around him, his eyes squeeze shut at the intensity of her touch. His cock swells bigger as she strokes him.
Emma bites her lower lip and lets the water wash the soap away. She kneels lower and runs her tongue along the length of him. She needs to taste him, feel him, give him pleasure.
Zane releases a gasp, “Wait.”
Emma freezes, afraid she’d done something wrong. “What is it?”
Zane turns the water off and guides her to standing, “I want you, need you.” He widens his eyes, “But I want to savor you, take all of you in.”
Zane picks her up cradling her in his arms and takes her to the bedroom. He lays her on the bed and eyes her hungrily. “I want to see every part of you.”
Emma scoots back on the bed and starts to pull the covers over herself.
Zane stills her hand. “No, I need to see you.”
“But, I’m cold,” Emma says looking away.
“I’ll heat you up.” Zane crawls onto the bed and begins kissing her thighs, moving upward to her soft folds. His tongue plays the outer lips of her pussy, driving her insane. Emma releases a ragged breath, “Zane.”
Her writhing and uneven breath urges him on, deeper his tongue circles her clit and savors the taste of her essence. Zane slides his fingers inside her, curling them up gently pumping in rhythm with his tongue.
Emma’s fingers tangle in his hair, she’s losing control. A deep warm sensation tingles in her toes spiraling through her whole body culminating in an explosion of pleasure at her core. Zane teases and nibbles at her hard nub while working the bundle of nerves inside her.
Her body stiffens and her thighs clutch his head in a series of twitches. “Holy fuck.” She cries out, not caring who can hear her.
Zane doesn’t let up until he can feel her core pulsing hard against his lips, “That’s my girl.” Zane says with a lewd smile. He raises up from her, licking the last of her sweetness from his fingers. He leans down and kisses the apex of her thighs, then drags his lips up her soft belly to her breasts.
Emma lay panting, unable to move or catch her breath, “That was…” She’s unable to finish or express herself with any string of words that might make sense. With her pussy still throbbing from her orgasm, she’s unable to speak.
Zane’s tongue flicks her nipple looking up at her, delighting in her pleasure and he takes her other breast gently in his hand.
Emma regains her composure slightly, “That was...oh my God...no man…”
“I’m not any man,” Zane growls, “I’m your wolf.” He presses his lips against hers and pins her with a sultry look, “Your life mate.”
Emma knows deep in her soul that this is right. She reaches down between them taking his girth into her hands and sputters hesitantly, “I don’t know that I can handle this.”
“You are my woman, your body will conform to me. It’s part of being my mate.” Zane’s baritone resonates through her.
She lifts her hips to meet the head of his shaft to guide him into her warm wet pussy. Her need to have him inside him burns her at the core. She circles the head of his cock around her entrance and pushes her hips higher.
Zane looks her in the eye, focusing to not lose control. He wants to plunge his shaft deep inside her now, thrusting and fucking her hard, “I don’t want to hurt you, we need to go slow.”
Emma sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and nods, “But I want all of you inside me.”
Zane slowly lowers himself inside her warm wet walls, he winces at the tightness around his girth, feeling her stretching open to accommodate him.
A breath catches in her throat and Zane stops, “Am I hurting you?”
Emma shakes her head, “No, it just feels so fucking good.” She surprises him lifting her hips taking the full length of him inside her. She lets out a primal growl, “Yes, oh my God, yes.”
Zane stills while she rocks her hips stroking his cock. His lips drag across her neck he threads his fingers through her hair and can’t help but meet her movements.
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He thrusts inside her and reaches down grabbing the curve of her ass cheeks pulling her to him, thrusting deeper.
Emma’s walls pulse around his cock, another orgasm brewing, “Come for me, Emma. I need to feel it.” Zane growls low in her ear.
Her breath becomes more uneven, his cock throbbing in time with her pussy. Emma bites into the flesh on Zane’s neck drawing the smallest amount of blood, the flavor of it sends shockwaves through her that she knows will change her life forever.
Zane captures her eyes before lowering his lips to her neck, gently biting to take her blood into his mouth.
He kisses her and their blood mingles on their tongues in the blood mating ritual, bonding them forever.
“Emma, you are my life mate. I can not breathe, eat or exist without you. Be with me in this life and the next as my partner, my mate, the only woman I’ll ever love.”
Emma furrows her brow, holding back tears of joy, “I will and you Zane be my power, my rock, the only man I’ll ever love.”
“I will.” Zane proclaims as his cock hardens and throbs inside her.
Emma can’t hold on one more second and lets out a long cry of pleasure as she pulses around him harder. He pumps into her vigorously until he lets out a roar pumping his load inside her. The warmth filling her piques her orgasm, she bucks, and twitches against him.
Zane stills over her, his arms trembling to hold himself up from crushing her. He leans down on one elbow and nibbles at her lobe, “Emma, I love you.”
Chapter Ten
Emma absently runs her fingers along Zane's solid chest making small circles. Her analytical brain is on overdrive. She can’t believe all of this is real. How do you meet a man and instantly connect with him on so many levels?
She doesn’t want to question it, but she can’t help herself. Yet, there’s still something at the core that tells her it is real. It’s as though Zane is the missing piece to her puzzle. Nothing has ever felt so certain or complete in her life as this moment laying with him.
Zane basks in her attention, brushing the hair from her eyes. “You’re deep in thought.”
Emma giggles softly, “Yeah, I am.”
“What are you thinking about?” Zane asks leaning up on his elbow to see her.
“How impossible all of this is.” Emma shrugs never taking her hand off his chest for fear she’ll wake up from the dream.
“It’s not impossible, it’s fate,” Zane says it as a fact. “It’s rare, but it happens.”
Emma smiles and turns away from him.
“Hey,” Zane says softly, “Talk to me.”
“It’s nothing. This is all so new to me, a wolf, this instant feeling of connection…” She pulls her lips into a tight line.
“Emma, we were made for one another. Our instincts kicked in. You knew exactly what to do in the mating ritual, how did you know that?” He asks.
“I just did.” She shrugs.
“See, fated to be together. Your heart and soul knew and your body certainly knew what to do.” He pumps his brow curling his hand into the small of her back.
Emma smiles as heat travels up her neck, “Um, yeah. I’ve never had a man make me feel that way.”
“One, I’m not a man.” Zane hops up to his knees, “I’m a wolf.” He growls kissing her belly. “Two, I’m your fated mate.”
Emma giggles and threads her fingers in his hair as his lips trail up her body over her breasts. “A wolf, this is still a little crazy to me. You know, my apartment doesn’t allow pets.”
Zane looks up at her with a hint of concern, “You would want to stay here?”
“I don’t know, I mean I hadn’t thought about it.” She says pulling her lips to the side.
“I was thinking I could take you home, to our home in Duskmoon.” He studies her eyes for a reaction.
Emma inhales deeply, “I don’t know. What about my job? The life I have here?”
“If you want to stay here, we will,” Zane says struggling to hide his disappointment.
“Oh, wow,” Emma says running her finger along his jaw.
“What?” He asks.
“The thought of staying here is not okay with you.” She says.
“I’ll be okay with it.” He tries to reassure them both. “I’m not sure I’ll be welcome back anyway.”
“Why’s that?” Emma asks.
“Ryland, the Alpha, wants to exile me from the pack.” Zane lowers his eyes in shame.
“What?” Emma is filled with outrage. “Can he do that?”
“He’s the Alpha.” Zane’s defeated tone brings Emma to her feet with outrage.
She puts her hand on her hip in challenge, “Who the hell died and made him Alpha?”
Zane’s heart skips a beat at the memory and he lowers his eyes, “My father.”
Emma's shoulders fall, “Oh.”
“Yeah, there was a small group in the pack that didn’t appreciate his choice in mates,” Zane says laying back on the bed.
“How so?’ She asks
kneeling down next to him.
Zane looks at her with a twinkle in his eye, “My mother was human.”
“And that’s a problem for your pack?” Apprehension invades her tone.
Zane can see the concern in her eyes. All the thoughts of not being accepted by the pack, how it will never work, how she’ll feel like an outcast. He leans up to her taking her by the shoulders, “No, it was a problem for Ryland and his followers. Not anyone else. You are my life mate, you will be accepted by the pack. My pack.” A fire lights in his eyes.
Emma smiles at seeing the excitement in his gaze, “What is it?”
“If Ryland has a problem with you as my mate, I’ll deal with it,” Zane says with certainty pulling her on top of him.
She squeals with delight.
“Do you trust me?” He asks capturing her gaze.
Emma looks up at him through her lashes, “I do.”
“Good, it’s settled then.” He says burying his face in her hair and inhaling deeply. His cock ticks to life and he lets out a growl. “I want you.”
Emma can feel the heat pooling between her legs and bites her lower lip. She kisses his neck and releases a gasp, “The way you touch me drives me wild.”
Emma winks at him, “You already were wild.”
Zane huffs a laugh, “Wilder.”
Emma kisses down his chest worshiping every rippling muscle as her tongue drags down his stomach. His abs twitch every time her lips touch his skin. “Emma.” He breathes her name like it’s lifeblood. He’s already aching to be inside her again.
She takes his hard shaft into her hands stroking while watching his expression dance with pleasure. He licks his lips and gazes upon her with pleading eyes.
She starts at the base slowly draging her tongue along the length of him, savoring the taste of his cock. She swirls her tongue around the rim teasing the glistening bead of liquid at the tip. She takes it on the tip of her tongue and moans at the taste of her man. She wets her lips before wrapping them around his head suckling gently and moving painfully slow down the length of him. “Jesus Christ.” He gasps trying to hold still, but she’s driving him crazy.
Her hand still wrapped around him as her mouth takes as much of him in as she can. Going deeper while making slow circles around the rim. Her cheeks hollow in bliss loving every minute of his reactions to pleasure.
Emma creates a rhythm stroking him with her hand and her mouth. Zane can’t take it much longer before he releases. He growls, “Emma, I’m going to come.”
She rides her tongue along the underside of his cock and when he’s out of her mouth she licks her lips and says, “I know.” Emma quickly takes him back into her mouth bobbing faster on him. She wants him to explode in her mouth, she wants to taste all of him.
“Emma.” He says her name as though it’s the only thing he has left to hold onto. “I-I-” He finishes the sentence with a deep roar that comes from a primal place inside him. His wolf howl
s in his head as the release of ecstasy takes him over.
Emma smiles around his cock delighting in his pleasure. She can feel her own core throbbing, giving him an orgasm was enough to bring her very close to the brink. Her thighs are wet with excitement.
Zane leans up putting his hands under her ass and pulls her on top of him. He digs his fingers into her ass cheeks, “Good God woman, you are fucking perfect.”
Emma throws her head back as he lowers her onto him. She sucks a quick breath through her teeth at feeling herself part open for him. Pleasure ribbons through her core as he grinds against her rocking her hips in time with his. He leans up and teases her nipple into a hard peak grazing his teeth against it.
Zane’s cock plunges deeper inside her with every thrust of his hips. Her clit rubbing against him, it swells and she gets wetter at the sensation. Her walls contract around him. She threads her fingers in his hair, pulling his head to her bosom. Her breath uneven and ragged as her pleasure reaches the apex. “Zane, fuck. Oh my God.”
She whines and tenses up with her orgasm taking total control of her body. All the muscles in her body release at once and she collapses against Zane.
He catches her, holding her still throbbing inside her. “My perfect girl.” He whispers in her ear while laying her on the bed next to him. He wraps his arms around her, holding her knowing that everything in the world is perfect.
Chapter Eleven
The smell of bacon greets Emma with the sun shining through the blinds. She smiles at seeing the bed sheets a mess on the floor. The comforter the only thing on the bed from where Zane had tucked her in.
“Good morning, my perfect girl.” Zane’s deep timber sends a shiver of heat through her. He comes to the bed carrying a huge tray of food.
Emma’s pleased he’s not wearing a shirt and the jeans he has on fit him just right. She can’t help but feel a tingle of desire in her nether region, but her stomach is winning. The smell of bacon tugs at her hunger. “So you cook too?”
“Of course I cook,” Zane says as though it should be obvious. “What kind of man can’t cook a good meal?”
“Many kinds.” Emma purses her lips.
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