N. Walters - Finding Chrissten

She straddled him and held his dick in her hands. Watching her fit him to her opening was one hell of a turn on. Hank wanted to slam into her and feel the walls of her pussy close around him. Only fear held him still. He didn’t want to do anything that might alarm her. She was so strong, yet so emotionally fragile. It wouldn’t take much to send her skittering back into her shell.

He knew she was struggling with the fact she was mated to another wolf. It didn’t matter if the mating was forced, biology should make it impossible for her to want him, yet she did. That just reinforced what Hank had believed from the moment he’d first inhaled Chrissten’s unique scent and felt his body explode with sensation and emotion—she belonged to him.

She lowered her body and his cock forged inward. Her inner muscles quivered, stretching to accommodate his girth. Perspiration dotted his forehead and he strained to find control. The situation was ironic and if he’d been capable of laughing in that moment he would have. He was a man who prided himself on his control, thrived on being in control, but this woman made a mockery of it, stripping him naked in more ways than one.

She bit her bottom lip. He could see the intense concentration on her face as she pushed downward. Her vagina was slick and wet and stretched to accommodate him.

“What are you feeling?” Hank wanted to reassure himself she was truly here with him and not locked in some distant memory. He wouldn’t be cheated and wouldn’t allow her to cheat herself. “Talk to me.”

Her breathing was becoming labored. “Tight. You’re so big.”

He gripped her hips and held on. Maybe talking wasn’t such a great idea. He was so on edge the slightest thing could send him pitching over. And he wanted her to come again, wanted her to experience pleasure with him inside her. He struggled to maintain control.

Chrissten planted her hands on his chest. “You’ve got such wide shoulders and great abs.” She ran her hands over his torso, leaving molten fire in her wake. His balls were tight against his body and his dick throbbed inside her.

But she wasn’t done.

She moved her hips in a circle, pushing his cock into her slick channel. He groaned and arched his hips up, driving himself deeper. Hank pulled down on her hips, not stopping until he was all the way inside her. He could smell her arousal mixed with his own.

A low growl worked its way up his throat and out. Her gaze flew to his and he did his best to wordlessly reassure her. Speech was beyond him. His entire body was barely under his control.

They stared at one another, sharing the intimacy of the moment, the connection between them that went way beyond physical. Although, he wasn’t complaining about the physical connection between them. It was off the charts.

“Ride me,” he commanded.

Chrissten lifted her hips slightly and came down again. Such exquisite torture. Hank only hoped he could hold out against it.

His entire life he’d felt alone until he’d found Meredith and her pack. They’d accepted him, given him a real home. What he felt for them was huge and real. But it paled next to the emotions bubbling within him at this moment.

His.

Chrissten was his.

It was an abomination that another male had claimed her.

He shook his head, feeling the cool cotton beneath him. Now was not the time to go all alpha male on her. She needed understanding, support. He’d manage to give her what she needed even if it killed him.

And it just might.

“Hank.” The uncertainty in her voice brought him back to reality like nothing else could.

“Yeah, baby.” He stroked his hands over her hips, up her supple spine and around to her breasts. He cupped the full mounds and rubbed his palms over her distended nipples.

Her breath caught in her throat and her pussy clamped down hard on his cock. He swore under his breath but she heard him and her eyes widened. Her body tensed beneath his hands.

“It’s okay. Whatever you want.” He held his breath. Waiting in anticipation. Heaven or hell was only a heartbeat away. But it was her choice. Always hers.

“You. I want you.”

Hank’s restraint snapped. He rolled, keeping his hold on her until she was flat on her back with him looming above her.

She gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin. He paused and looked down at her. She wiggled and his cock slid deeper. Her breath caught in her throat.

“Okay?” He had to be sure.

Chrissten nodded and he began to move. He kept his strokes slow and even at first, but that didn’t last long. Her channel was slick and warm, welcoming him on each advance and clinging to him on each retreat.

She wrapped her legs around his flanks and held on. Accepting him. Encouraging him. He leaned down and captured her mouth, needing to taste her.

Her nails scored his shoulders, the erotic bite pushing him closer to his limits. His balls tightened. His cock flexed. Her core fluttered around him and he knew she was close.

“Come for me, Chrissten.” He pushed one hand between them, found her swollen clit and stimulated the small bud with the tip of his thumb. Her legs gripped him harder. Her breath was coming faster and faster.

This was better than anything he ever could have imagined. Life as he knew it would never be the same again. His orgasm gathered at the base of his cock and blasted upward, out through the tip.

He called her name and continued to pump his hips, his movements frantic. She had to come too. Hank caught the skin at the base of her throat between his teeth and gently nipped.

Chrissten cried out and he felt the telltale squeeze of her pussy around his cock as she came. He lost all ability to think, to reason. It was all about sensation and emotion as his orgasm ripped through him. His semen pumped into Chrissten. Luckily their species didn’t have to worry about sexually transmitted diseases. And he couldn’t get her pregnant. Only her mate could do that.

A feral growl threatened to escape him but he swallowed it back. He wouldn’t ruin this moment with Chrissten. She was here with him and she was his.

He collapsed, managing to shift most of his weight off her upper body while keeping his lower body joined with hers. Her head was resting on his pillow. Her eyes were closed but a tiny smile played around the edges of her lips. It was the expression of a well-sated woman.

His chest swelled and his dick pulsed. Instead of getting softer, his erection began to harden again. Her eyes shot open and she blinked at him in amazement. “You can’t be serious.”

He gave a short, hard thrust. “I’m very serious, but unfortunately we’ve run out of time.” As much as it pained him to do it, he pulled out of the heaven that was Chrissten’s body and sat up in bed. She sprawled next to him, a naked temptation he wasn’t certain he could resist, so he tossed the sheet over her.

Chrissten was watching him intently and he wished he could read her mind to know what she was thinking. “Thank you.” A lock of hair had escaped her braid. He pushed it off her forehead. “I wish I didn’t have to get up. I wish we could stay in bed all night long.”

Her expression lightened and a faint rosy tint covered her cheekbones. “Me too.”

Inside him, his wolf howled, echoing the pleasure washing through him. “I’ve got to get back downstairs. Kevin is watching the bar for me and I expect Quinn to be pounding on the bedroom door any minute.”

She glanced at the door and back at him. “You’re right.” She sighed and sat up, keeping the sheet over her.

He caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “There’ll be other times. This is only the beginning.” He wanted her to know this was serious for him. Special. This wasn’t a one-night stand. For him, this was the beginning of their life together.