Page 57 of His Wild Mate

It took me a second to realize what he was saying, but I figured it out. The intrusion felt strange at first as he stretched me more and more the further I went until he was fully seated within me. I could feel him throbbing inside of me, and I didn’t need to ask what he needed this time. All I had to do was stroke him like this.

I had no idea how incredible it would make me feel. This was so much better than anything else we'd done before, and I'd loved it all. Why would anyone ever do anything else in life if this is what sex felt like?

When his hips started to buck up and down, I grabbed hold of his arms and rode him harder. Up and down until I thought my body would rip in two if I didn’t explode within. Something kept pushing me to move harder and faster, seeking the ultimate pleasure just out of reach.

“Paige,” he moaned as he exploded inside me.

It triggered me like a stick of dynamite as I cried out, “Emmett,” and collapsed on top of him.

We laid like that for a long time until our breathing leveled out and our bodies stopped shaking.

“I wish I could hold you right now. Really hold you. Are you okay?”

I looked up at him and grinned. “Never better. That was incredible. When can we do it again?” I asked, even though my body was exhausted, and I couldn't stop yawning.

He chuckled. “Anytime you want, but I may need an hour or so to recover from this. You are amazing.”

I rolled off of him and gave him a kiss before snuggling up against him. My body felt heavy. I could barely keep my eyes open.

He pulled the blanket over us and kissed the top of my head as I drifted off to sleep, unable to remember why I ever thought I should leave.

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The weekend passed by quickly. Emmett and I barely left the bed. I'd never been happier.

My whole life I had feared sex. I knew I had valid reasons for it. I couldn't have dreamed it could be this good. Though I was convinced it had more to do with Emmett than sex. He made me feel safe and comfortable to explore my own sexuality. It was empowering, but I feared I was already becoming addicted.

How was I supposed to force myself to leave now?

Part of my desire to run away wasn't just the fear of the Pack and my curse. I had never spent so much time indoors before, and I missed running in my fur. It had been making me stir-crazy, but I was pretty sure that the marathon sex we'd had through the weekend had helped with that some.

When Monday came around and there had been no further signs of the creeper who had shown up twice now, we both started to relax. Emmett had to return to work, and I somehow convinced him that I was okay home alone. I enjoyed time with my new friends, but they couldn't disrupt their lives all the time to babysit me. It wasn't right. I was a big girl, and I could take care of myself.

That was true enough, right up until lunchtime. I stared at the stove with no idea of how to use it. I'd seen Emmett and the girls do it and it had looked so easy, but I had no idea what I was doing. With my luck I'd just burn the place down trying. So I did the only thing I knew.

I had promised my mate I wouldn't run away, but I didn't say I'd remain confined like a prisoner in the house.

Letting myself outside, I checked the area. Seeing no cause for concern, I shifted and took off running towards the open fields behind his house. Miles and miles of open wild range laid ahead of me.

I closed my eyes and inhaled the fresh air. Why had it taken me so long to do this?

Running was one of my favorite things in the entire world. I loved the feel of the wind through my fur and the hard ground beneath my feet. This was what life was meant to be. I desperately needed it.

Several rabbits scurried away from me, and my wolf gave chase, but I refused to kill them when we caught them. It grossed me out, and I hated eating raw even in my wolf form. Instead, I ran until I found patch of berries. I shifted and helped myself. It wasn't as satisfying as it once had been, and my stomach grumbled in protest.

Emmett ensured I ate well, like a queen. My stomach was never empty or grumbling as it was now, and I'd started to put on some weight. My hips weren’t protruding as much now, and I couldn't see my ribcage as defined as it was before. That was a testament to the sheer amount of food we had at the house.

Could I really give it all up to return to the wild, never knowing when or where I'd find my next meal?

It was a lot to think about, and I still had a little time to consider my options.

I couldn’t help but wonder if just maybe the sex we'd shared had somehow changed me. Maybe this month would be different. How would I even know the curse was broken or how exactly my mate was supposed to make that happen?

For the first time in a really long time, I wished I could talk to my mother or my grandmother and ask them. I had so many questions, and while some things I was certain my new friends could tell me, or even Emmett, there were others that none of them could help with. Only another cursed woman could truly understand or answer my questions.

But there was a glimmer of hope. I didn’t know if it would be enough, but maybe it was worth sticking around another month to find out.

Feeling lighter and happier than I could ever remember, I spent hours running through the fields, leaping across boulders, and splashing in the icy cold streams.

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