Vivian Arend - Wolf Tracks

“Trying to decide what game to play.”

It was hard to hear with the blood rushing past his ears en-route from leaving his brain to congregate in more southerly regions. When she sat up and stripped off her T-shirt, he squeezed his eyes shut tight, locking his fingers through the belt loops on her shorts. He was not going to rush her. She could set the pace.

“Hmm, I’d say strip poker, but I’m really bad at cards, so that wouldn’t last very long.” He didn’t dare peek, but her hands were back on him. She finished the rest of his buttons and slipped the shirt from his shoulders. He leaned forward to let her maneuver the garment the rest of the way off, and his chest hit her breasts. Her naked, hot, bare breasts.

His eyes popped open. “Oh, sweet mercy, you’re killing me.”

“Why would you say that?” She cupped herself, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger, and stars floated in front of his vision.

“Pam, are you sure? We don’t have to do this, not tonight.”

That wasn’t him talking. Some stranger had abducted him. He would have been touching her, smoothing her skin, reaching out to lap at the pale pink circles peaking her breasts. He wouldn’t be stupid enough to try to slow her down, or heaven forbid, stop her from shifting slightly upward and bringing her nipple in contact with his lips.

Just a taste. He licked lightly and the tip hardened under his tongue. Her flavour rolled through him, intoxicating and rich. He closed his lips and sucked.

“Yes. Oh, yes.” Pam dragged her fingers through his hair and held him close, and there was no stopping the train. He switched from side to side, feasting on her body, the crackle of the fire fading as her cries increased in volume. She was loud and vocal, and while he’d never had trouble making the ladies happy in bed, knowing what turned his mate on was the most awe-inspiring feeling he’d ever experienced.

He cupped her butt and stood, shuffling toward the bedroom as she latched onto his lips. Walking blind, he bumped into the doorframe a couple of times until he made it through and backed to the edge of the bed. He lowered her to the firm surface and stepped back to stare.

Her dark hair spread over the light-coloured comforter, her lips wet from their kisses, her bare torso enticing. She unsnapped her waist button and opened the zipper, and he couldn’t breath. Could barely think as she wiggled out of her shorts and undies.

Naked.

Waiting.

His wolf howled with delight. His mate wanted him. Was waiting for him. He stepped closer and fell to his knees. One firm pull brought her hips to the end of the mattress. He opened her legs and kissed her intimately. She laughed, and it turned into a moan as he extended his tongue and licked her slit, separating her curls and finding her wet and ready.

His cock ached behind his clothing, but he was glad for the distraction. He wanted to make this special for her. Their first time, first of forever as far as he was concerned. He tasted her again, reveling in her gasps, the breathy moans escaping her throat as he circled her clit with his tongue.

When he slid a finger into her sheath and suckled at the same time, she cried out and came, her body responding far too quickly. It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough pleasure. He refused to stop, holding her down when she wiggled. One hand stilled her hips as he continued to lick and suck, pumping two fingers into her core, massaging her sheath.

“You’re killing me. Too sensitive, it’s too much.”

He lifted his head to soak in the sight. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed. She took a deep, shaky breath and his heart expanded. That response was because of him. Because of what he was doing to her.

“Never enough. I want you to come again before I sink into you. Before it’s not my fingers filling you up, but my cock joining us together.”

She screwed her eyes shut and hissed. Her pussy was wet and the intimate sounds of his fingers thrusting into her filled the air. When she came this time, it was with a contented sigh, and he dropped his head on her belly and shivered with how intensely satisfied it made him feel to please his mate.

He slowed his fingers, caressing the entrance to her body softly. Circling the delicate tissues as she continued to convulse under him. He rose and joined her, kissing her tenderly, rolling her to the side as she buried her hands in his hair.

Long breathless moments later she pulled back, stroking his cheek, her gaze darting over his face.

“Thank you, that was amazing.”

“We’re not done.” He lowered his head and took her lips again. He couldn’t get enough of her mouth, the scent and taste of her filling his head and making him crazy. She tugged on his pants, pushing the fabric over his hips, her soft hands caressing the bare skin of his butt. His cock touched her warm leg, and he shuddered, fighting for control.

“Lift up,” she whispered, and then, sweet mercy, she had her hands on his cock and he was going to die. He nestled his face against her throat, soaking in every sensation—the scent of her skin, the aching pleasure in his balls as she somehow, from somewhere, rolled a condom onto his shaft.

He wished the damn thing were a million miles away. He wanted to take his mate, skin on skin. Needed to feel her wetness around him. Her warmth enclosing him, but he’d known that wouldn’t work. So the condom it was, and even as he ached for what he couldn’t have, she shifted under him, opening her legs, and the head of his cock breached her pussy.

“Take me.” Pam arched against him and he slid in a tiny bit farther.

With pleasure. He slipped in slowly, savouring the sensation of her clasp around him until he was buried to the hilt. She was tight and wet and holy-fucking-moly nothing had ever felt like this before.

He stared into her big brown eyes. Anchored on his elbows, one on either side of her, their bodies joined together, a slow and seductive dance of pleasure. The hint of a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and he kissed it. Kissed his way across her cheek and back to her neck. He wanted to bite her so badly his gums ached. Wanted to mark her as his and make sure no matter what happened he would have that connection with her, but he couldn’t. Not until she knew everything. Somewhere he found the strength to simply lick her jugular, ignoring the pounding pulse under his mouth. He concentrated on dragging his cock in and out of her sweet body.

Pam wrapped her legs around him, and on the next pass, he sank a little deeper and she made a little sound that made his balls tighten.

“So good. Oh yeah, right there.” She swore a couple of times and he laughed.

“What’s good, this?” He slid over her clit. It must have been sensitive from his earlier ministrations, and her eyes rolled back a little. “Yup, that’s what I thought.”

“Faster,” she demanded, tugging with her feet against his ass.

He chuckled and dropped to suck on her nipples, nipping lightly with his teeth, soothing the rigid peaks with his tongue. “Slower.”

He was going numb for the waist down, which, when added to how confused and crazy she made his mind, turned the whole situation a little cloudy and surreal. He didn’t want it to end, didn’t want to speed up, but the tingling ache at the base of his spine warned he wasn’t going to last forever. He kissed her again, taking her mouth and commanding her attention. He plunged as deep as possible, pressing her against the bed so hard it squeaked, her breath rushing past his cheek as he reached down and slipped a hand between them.

“Come for me again. One more time. Squeeze me in that sweet pussy of yours until I can’t stand it anymore.”

He pressed on her clit in time with his thrusts. Pam clutched his neck in a death grip, and when she moaned out in pleasure, he closed his eyes and slammed in. Again and again as her body clutched him, waves convulsing around him. He hung on to his control by a thread. Then her hot mouth and seeking lips closed on his neck, and she bit him.