“That’s it baby, let go. Be wild.” His voice is the deepest I’ve ever heard it, and it only adds to my pleasure, ripping a moan out of me.
Blood trickles down my chest. At the sight of the deep crimson color, something inside of me snaps. Something inside me, something animalistic, thrashing inside, breaks through the surface. It feels like an out of body experience, this dark side of me emerging and breathing in air for the first time.
Grabbing his shoulders, I pull myself up to his level. He catches my thighs in a vice grip, pushing himself between my legs. My back slams against a tree. His hard length presses into my core. Everything seems to move in slow motion. This need for him clouds all of my thoughts.
Squeeze harder, pull him closer, be one. The words whisper through my mind, an instinct that I can’t override.
Our lips crash together, tongues challenging one another. This is not a romantic kiss—it’s primal, filled with raw passion.
We will be one, a voice inside of me whispers.
I claw at his shoulders to rid him of his shirt completely.
Finally. Both of our upper bodies are exposed. No more barriers. I waste no time drawing him closer. His chest presses into mine, the hardness crashing against my swollen breasts. We both growl at the skin to skin contact.
My low growl turns into a sigh of pure relief. The tingles that have been nagging me finally disappear. In their place is now a steady stream of energy that is circulating through both us, connecting us.
“More. Tanner, more,” I plead breathlessly.
My lips travel down his jaw line. I pause on my downward journey to run my tongue over his Adam’s apple.
He tilts his head back, giving me even more access, allowing me to be the dominant one for few seconds. “Sadie. Holy fucking shit. That’s it baby, do what you want.”
I move to the side of his neck—my mouth makes contact with that junction between his shoulder and neck.
Red explodes through my vision instantly and a loud, scary growl builds in my throat.
My hands go crazy, grasping and pulling him closer. My lips suck on that tender skin, taking in as much as I can, while my tongue indulges on his flesh. Suddenly, an excruciating pain invades my mouth. My gums are on fire, but before I can comprehend what is happening, the most intoxicating taste envelopes my tongue.
“Arg!” Tanner roars out. His grip tightens on my thighs as he claws pierce through my skin.
Sinking my claws into his arms, I savor the taste; warm, wet and so utterly delicious. I can’t get enough, and by his reaction, it appears Tanner is enjoying himself as much as I am. If this is what being high feels like, I now understood how people become addicted.
My eyes close. Groaning against his skin I suck in another mouth full of his warm blood I get lost in him . . .
Next thing I know, I’m lying on my back on the cool ground. Another growl leaves me as anger erupts inside me. How dare he stop me? His blood is mine to drink!
He leans over me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, scrambling my thoughts. The taste of him brings me to a frenzy.
I reach for his belt.
Tanner rips open my jeans.
Wrenching down my jeans and panties in one motion, he slips his fingers between my throbbing lips and completely fills me. He slides them in and out, increasing my arousal.
His fingers feel almost too big but I relish in the fullness. The sting that comes with each thrust is driving me wild. He adds in another finger. Gasping, I lift my hips to meet the next thrust. My eyes roll into the back of my head when he hits a spot deep inside. Oh, God. I need more . . . harder . . . deeper.
“Tanner,” I gasp, shaking.
He gives me a feral growl in response, thrusting his fingers into me faster.
My hips roll. I trail my fingers over his chest, across his nipples, down each ridge of his abs, the feel of him combined with the thrust of his fingers driving me higher. The pressure builds inside me as my walls tighten around his fingers, and all I can think about is touching him.
At the thought of finally knowing what his cock looks likes, feels like, my hands dive down—
He’s bare. Commando. There’s nothing in my way. I push his jeans down over his ass, dragging my hands back up his thighs.
I moan, wrapping my hand around him.
“Oh fuck,” rushes out of his lips as I touch him for the first time.
His fingers are still inside me when I come back down to Earth, and his beautiful cock is still in my hand. It’s warm, long and thick, and it seems to have gotten even harder than before. I love it. Want to feel more of him. As my hands move lower, he becomes thicker. Reaching down, I lightly touch his balls.
That action is his undoing.
Suddenly, both of my hands are quickly snatched up into his large one and pinned above my head. Our bodies align perfectly, and I can feel the tip of him pushing ever so slightly against my entrance.
He stares into my eyes. The gray eyes I have become obsessed with swirl with shades of black. I had seen it before and know his wolf is just below the surface, waiting to break free.
The expression on his face nearly makes me weep with need.
“My turn to play.” His voice is deeper than normal and my body recognizes what it means—he’s close to shifting, the wolf grabbing control of him just like plans to grab control of me. Neither of us move for a few seconds after his statement.
For a moment, I realize that, yes, it’s a werewolf on top of me, and that I’m about to let him take my virginity.
And I don’t care what he is. The only thing that matters to me is getting him inside of me. The two of us becoming one. He has been claiming that I am his, and I now realize that he’s mine, too. He has to be. I don’t know what the hell he’s done to me, but I need to own him.
Me. No one else.
I think I’ll kill whatever girl tries to take him from me.
Giving myself to him may sound undeniably crazy, but at the same time, considering how I’m feeling right now, it can be no other way.
“Baby, you’re mine. Now and forever. Understand me? I’m going to fill you from the inside out. You’ll feel me with every move you make.”
With a grin spreading across my face, I respond, “I’m yours.”
With those two words, he thrust himself inside of me. The quick action stings, making my eyes snap shut as I take a moment to catch my breath.
Tanner freezes above me, his whole body trembling. He’s so deep in me. So wide. The invasion doesn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would, but it’s so inexorable, so real, that I’m overwhelmed regardless.
My body shifts at the fullness. A low growl comes from his chest, and it vibrates through him into me. Straight to my clit. He throbs inside of me. Arching, I gasp, unable to speak, the moment taking over every thought in my head.
He leans down and sniffs me, dragging his nose across my cheek. “Look at me.” I do as he says, and he’s right there, so close, his gray eyes staring down at me with that intense expression again.
I never understood how people could say someone else completed them until this very moment. Tanner being inside of me one-hundred percent completes me. He doesn’t move for a few moments, allowing me to stretch around his size.
“Beautiful. Mine.” The words are spoken softly but with strength.
When he begins to move again, I arch again, moaning at the sensation. Surprised. Oh my God, I never knew . . . Starting out slowly, he nearly pulls out completely and then plunges himself back inside.
I cry out. His size is almost too big, but it doesn’t matter to me. The pain and pleasure all roll into one, rolling through me on a hot wave with each of his thrusts.
His hips twist with the next thrust of his hips, hitting deeper. “Oh shit. God, baby you feel so fucking good.” His abs tremble against my own as he pulls out, and a hiss escapes him when he sinks back in. “Fuck, baby.” With my hands still above my head, I wiggle my fingers around to dig my nails into hi
s hand, needing a physical anchor as the world around me slips away.
Everything becomes about him. Only him. The feel of him all over me. Inside me. His scent. The way he groans each time he slides into me.
“Tanner! Oh my God! I . . . I . . .”
“I’ve got you, baby. Hold on.” He releases my hand and braces himself above me, every muscle flexing as he drags in and out. My nails grip into his biceps.
My eyes open and I see him above me, the dark clouds behind him the perfect backdrop. The look on his face takes my breath away—pain, bliss, love . . . power.
The ground beneath me grinds into my back, but I don’t feel any pain. All that matters is the man between my legs. Inside me. My legs grip his sides tighter.
His body tenses further when I bring him closer, and I see his self-control snap. His eyes flash to an almost black color, this animalistic look simmering in his eyes as he slides out of me, all the way to the tip. His next thrust rocks my entire body, ripping a long, breathless moan out of me. There’s no slowing down now. No more gentleness. With a wild growl, he sets in, slamming into me, finding a perfect spot inside of me that makes my vision blur.
“Tanner! Oh . . .”
Running my hands down his back, feeling his muscles contract with each thrust, I grab onto the flesh of his ass and push him deeper. Tanner’s hands slid under my neck, grabbing onto a chunk of my hair, making my head immobile.
Leaning down, his tongue licks up and down my neck, stopping where it meets my shoulder and sucks hard—a claim. Just like I’d done to him.
A gasp spills from my lips at the wetness. My fingers tighten around his ass with each thrust. His need to dominate is turning me on. My walls clamp down on him at the thought of being owned by him. My body is burning hotter with each lick, the pleasure racing higher.
His dick swells inside of me and pussy spasms relentlessly.
“Tanner more. I need you. More. Please.”
He moans my name, sucking harder—his teeth sink into my neck.
A flash of white clouds my vision. The pain in my neck merges with the mind-blowing pleasure rushing through me. I can faintly hear Tanner grunting.
His name leaves me on a scream.
He jerks on top of me, and I feel his orgasm throbbing through him.
A warm sensation runs down my butt onto my thighs. It’s his essence leaking out of me; our juices mixed together covering both of us.
I cling to him, panting, hearing his own ragged breaths near my ear.
Soon, other sounds begin to come back to my ears—birds softly chirping and leaves rustling from the breeze.
Tanner releases my neck, and we take a moment to savor everything that just happened. My skin feels sticky and hot. He lays his head on my shoulder while he places small, loving kisses on my skin.
I just lost my virginity. Mentally, I’m unsure if I should be frantic or happy that this moment was not planned, but completely driven by passion.
Don’t most girls wish for a first time just like this?
This wasn’t just an ordinary first time though; this is the beginning of us. My soul, heart and mind feel as if the final puzzle piece shifted into place. It’s totally freaky and fucked-up, but there’s no denying the instinct inside me.
Chapter 7
“I can feel you smiling love.” Tanner’s lips curl into a tiny smirk as he props himself above me. His hand cups my face as he places a gentle kiss on my swollen lips.
“That’s because I’m beyond happy right now.”
His smirk curves into a full-blown smile. Damn those dimples.
Letting my eyes take in all that is him, I see his amazing eyes, the straight nose, kissable lips, and a jaw that should be captured by an artist. Looking back into his eyes, I run my nails over his shoulder blades up to biceps, reassuring him I’m happy.
As my fingertips curl over his large bicep muscles, something sticky gets caught in them. I glance down and all I can see is a crimson color spread across his neck and chest. Panic begins to take over as I notice its blood, covering not only Tanner, but me, too.
It’s smeared all over us.
“What the hell!” I scream, pushing at him to get off me. I’m naked in the middle of the forest, covered in blood, with a werewolf who is being freakishly calm about this. He begins to pull his jeans on as I scamper back, surveying my arms and chest. They are tainted red with fresh blood trailing down my neck. As I touch the area, I wince in pain due to the tenderness of my neck. Pulling my fingers back, I see they are drenched in blood.
The haze of pleasure recedes with a snap and reality hits me right in the face. Oh God. What the hell did I just do? What was I thinking?
He . . . he bit me! Holy fucking shit!
“Tanner! You fucking bit me!”
“Actually you bit me first, my sweet,” he snickers back.
“No, I didn’t!” Walking over to me, he hunches down and reaches out to my face, making me shrink back in fear. Growling at me, his eyes narrow and I find myself pulled closer from the back of my head into his neck.
“See my neck? That is all you, baby.” A set of teeth marks with two deep puncture wounds stare back at me.
Oh my God, I bit him. He bit me. We bit each other!
Shaking my head, I mumble words of disbelief. “Why would I do that? What was I thinking?” I whisper. Horror is settling in again. I can’t believe how easy it’d been to accept all of it in the moment. This isn’t me. This isn’t normal.
Searching Tanner’s expression, I pray for an answer. I know that doing this meant something, but what it means exactly I’m clueless about.
That same voice from earlier that had been telling me we would be one is now softly chanting: mine, ours, his.
“In my world, we bite to claim someone. It must have been your instinct to do the same since I’m yours, as you are mine.” The grip on my neck becomes tighter. “Mine forever.”
Wasting no time, I push up off the ground, snatching up the closest article of clothing, and take off running. Tanner yells my name as I put some much needed distance between us.
I know he will catch up to me soon. Still, I run through the woods, around the perimeter of the school and shove my weak arms through the sleeves of—I look down when I realize what I’m holding. His shirt.
With no other choice, I slip it over my head. Thank God, I’m small enough that the shirt hangs like a dress on me.
Why did I bite him?
Werewolf. Werewolf. Werewolf, my mind taunts me.
The even more disturbing question was why I enjoyed the taste of his blood so much? Why did it quench the thirst I had for something more of him?
Are werewolves blood drinkers? I thought the myths said that vampires—the story my aunt told me slams into my mind. Oh God, no.
My head begins to hurt from all the questions swirling around in it.
Reaching my jeep, I try to yank the door open, but it’s locked. Desperately, I look around for my bag, noticing I have nothing with me, no phone, no keys and no shoes. A cry tears from my throat. I can’t escape this, I can’t escape him.
Fear is an emotion that makes someone do unimaginable things. It can make even the strongest people do things they normally wouldn’t in desperation of reaching safety.
My arm coils back as I throw my weight into my swing.
A strong vise grips my wrist, stopping my momentum.
Tanner.
The heat, his smell, the internal peace that battles with ingrained fear. Tears fall in a river down my face and circling our arms together, he holds me while I cry.
Looking at us together in the car window, I see happiness mirroring terror in the reflection staring back at me. I know punching out the window to get into the car was an idiotic move seeing as I don’t even have keys to start the car. Even though, I would have been one step closer to escaping the roller coaster of emotions that are threatening to break me.
“Sadie. Baby, don’t cry.”
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rs continue to fall, wetting our arms. I’m unsure how long we stand there, but eventually my eyes begin to get heavy.
Exhaustion takes over as my body slumps against his. Tanner scoops me up into his arms and begins walking. I don’t know where we are going, but I’m beyond caring. My entire body is starting to hurt.
I can see a red truck through my watery lashes. It must be his since a beeping noise sounds as we get closer. Tanner places me on my feet for a second, but my legs are completely weak and I fall forward.
“Whoa.” He catches me before I crash into the truck, and a throaty laugh escapes him. “Next time, I’ll make sure to give you an energy bar before we fuck; don’t want you falling over each time.”
Not amused with his joke, I grunt what is supposed to be a response, but my face feels like all my muscles have stopped working. My mind is breaking, and apparently, it’s taking my body with it.
Opening the passenger door, Tanner scoops me back into his arms. His shirtless chest feels warm, making me snuggle closer against my better judgment. I’m freezing and even with his warmth, my teeth begin to chatter. I’m so confused because even with these odd feelings, I feel safe.
Safe. That word keeps repeating itself in my mind.
Placing me on the seat, he reaches over to buckle me in. At least that’s what I assume he is doing as I can feel something cross over my lap. With no strength left to hold myself up, my body leans on the doorframe.
A hand sears against my naked thigh while the other holds my face, tilting it up towards his. A warm breath caresses along my lips and cheeks. Our temperatures are polar opposites but his touch causes my body to shift from bitterly cold to a suffocating inferno as his heat blankets me.
What is happening to me?
My eyes flutter open, which takes more energy than it should have. Tanner inhales a sharp breath and releases a long, loud growl that shakes me. Two hands clench my face to the point that it actually hurts. He seems to be focused on something, but I’m not sure what could make him react like this.
“Tanner . . .” I slur.
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