Wolf's Haven

by Ambrielle Kirk

  “Open your eyes, Tamara.”

  Just before she did, she ran her fingers along the cut again. The lesion was gone. Her eyes flew open to find that the wound had healed as if months had passed by. There was still a pale scar, but no scab or open skin.

  “Oh, my…” her hands flew to her mouth.

  “There should still be a scar. The wound was pretty deep…” His voice trailed off.

  “What does this mean?”

  He turned to face her. “Will you accept me? As I am?”

  “Yes.” She nodded. The pull he had on her and the feelings that overcame her whenever he was away was something she’d never had before.

  “It’s not as simple, and accepting me requires more bravery on your part.”

  “I don’t know if I can be as brave as you think, but still I don’t know what you mean.”

  “There is a final step to the mating process,” he said. “And it involves bonding.”

  “Bonding. Like confirming our love and affection. Kind of like marriage.”

  “It’s kind of like a marriage, but we will have to do more than declare our union with a ring. This will make us stronger. It will be an honor to lead the Caedmon people with my mate right alongside me.”

  A fairytale wedding had been in Tamara’s dreams once, but those dreams had been shattered long ago. Now that she’d found a man that truly cared for her, she had hopes again. “How, then, will we complete the process?”

  “Wolf mates bond through the bite.”

  *

  Her brown doe eyes widened slightly with this knowledge. Devin’s intentions were never to frighten her. But fear wasn’t the expression written on her face. No. He could smell fear, and this wasn’t it. This was anticipation and lust.

  “Show me.” Tamara pulled the covers back revealing the thin negligee she wore.

  It was all the encourage and confirmation he needed. It took them mere seconds to rid themselves of the clothing in the way. Her nipples were perfect and he enjoyed the silky soft feel of them between his lips. Bending over her, he teased the tightened little buds with his tongue. He loved the way she arched her back as he tugged gently on her nipples.

  His fingers drifted down past her abs, navel, and mound to find that she was already dripping wet for him.

  She moaned as he stroked her and her body writhed on the bed. “I want you to take me hard. Mate me like you really mean it.”

  He dragged himself up slightly to kiss the creamy crevices of her neck. “I want to be gentle. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t hurt me. You’ve been gentle enough. Tonight, I don’t want you to hold back.”

  He sipped at her neck. She tasted of cotton candy and cherries. “Tamara, you don’t know what you’re asking.”

  “I’m not asking, Devin. Make me yours. Complete our union.”

  His hands molded to her ass and pulled her forward until the head of his dick brushed against her pussy. She wrapped her legs around him and heat radiated from her against him. He pet her pussy, sliding his fingers between the soft lips. Her juices coated his fingers as he thrust in and out of her.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered, admiring the look of bliss on her face while he pleasured her.

  “Please, I need you inside me.”

  “Patience. One taste and then I will give you what you want.”

  The moment he sucked her clit into his mouth, she raised her hips from the bed. He tasted her like a hungry man who hadn’t eaten for days. Her pussy was a sweet drug that he was addicted to. Her fingers gripped the top of his head and he applied more pressure to her bud of desire with his tongue. He could prolong her release, if he wanted to, but the wolf within urged him to complete the union.

  Her breathing became uneven and her legs shook as she experienced orgasm. The sounds of her moans rang like musical notes throughout the cabin.

  Tamara brought herself up to a sitting position, dragging him in for another kiss. She turned on the bed, holding herself up on hands and knees. How had she known that he wanted to take her this way, in this position? Her ass was beautifully rounded, just enough flesh to grab hold of as he took her. He glimpsed her pussy as it glistened from her honey. Just the sight of it had his dick pulsing in excitement.

  Devin gripped her hips with both hands, and pushed into her a couple inches. Tension spread through his core when her pussy squeezed around him milking him. Tamara slid backward, accepting his entire length. He bit his lip as pleasure consumed every nerve ending in his body.

  He pumped into her with long sure strokes and she met his thrusts again and again. The carnal sensations not only ran across the surface of his skin, but also surged deep within him and down to his wolf soul.

  Before he knew it, his fangs brushed against the back of her neck. It felt as though his balls overflowed with his seed. He would burst soon, but he wanted to ensure her satisfaction first. Brushing her hair off of her shoulders, he viewed the bruise he’d spied on her so many times during their lovemaking. It reminded him that someone had once hurt her. He wanted to erase those bad memories completely, but he knew this was not possible. He’d do what he can to harvest new memories for her.

  With gentle swipes of his tongue, he prepared the area for entry.

  “Devin…” she whispered, just as he descended on her with fangs distended.

  “Tamara, I commit to you. I commit to you for life.”

  She cried out when he bit her and her climax roared through her.

  There was no blood when he took her. The bonding bite was not meant to break the skin, only to claim her indefinitely. As he replaced her old bruise with his mark, his orgasm rushed through him.

  His hot seed surged into completing their bond, and strengthening their union. When they sunk into the mattress out of breath, his body still shivered in the afterglow of his orgasm. Her head was pressed into his chest and she panted against his skin. He reached out to move the hair hanging over in her face, but he did not expect to see fresh tears on her cheeks.

  Devin frowned. “Tamara, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

  “No.” Her smile widened, and she wiped at the tears with the back of her hand. “These are happy tears. I’ve never felt this way before about anyone.”

  “Then we share that in common.” He pulled her against him, embracing her. “You are my mate, and the kind of love I feel for you will never be felt for anyone else.”

  The End.

  About the Author

  Ambrielle Kirk pens tales of romance in various subgenres. Her favorites are contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and urban fantasy. As a child, she never really dreamed of being an author. It was a destined path that chose her. Now she writes with her readers in mind, but the characters, of course, dictate the outcome.

  Visit her website for more diverse, edgy, romantic fiction at http://ambriellekirk.com

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