Page 31 of Reformed Wolf

I took great pleasure in stripping him, kissing and licking each inch of skin as it was revealed to me. He was much less graceful when it came to tearing my clothes off. When we were finally naked, I swiped a finger through his crease, pressing a finger into his pleated hole. “More, more, more,” he chanted, clinging to my shoulders, squirming in an attempt to coax me deeper. Even another finger didn’t seem to appease him. “More, now,” he moaned.

“Baby, you’re too tight. It’s your first time, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Stick your cock in me right fucking now!” he howled, snapping sharpened teeth at me, his eyes flashing with his panther’s sheen in the darkness.

I hid my smile by burying my face against his chest, sucking a dusky-rose nipple into my mouth while I was there. If I didn’t do what my bossy bottom demanded, he was likely to fight me for dominance. I really did love a challenge… but maybe it could wait until I was back at full strength.

Removing my fingers from his slippery hole, I lined the head of my cock up and pressed slowly in. The crown had barely breached his opening before he wrapped his legs around my hips and forced me deeper. “Ohhhh fuck,” I moaned, feeling the tight squeeze. There was no way I was going to last long sheathed inside his channel the first time.

I tried to go slow, but Dylan was having none of it. I wrapped my palm around his shaft, dragging it up and down in time with my thrusts. Dylan did his best to fuck me from below, riding both my cock and my hand. He was an untamed beast, and even while I longed to tame him, I likewise appreciated the wild beauty of this creature I had the privilege to claim as mine.

Pressure and heat built quickly, sweat dampening my skin, my hair sticking to my forehead. I couldn’t hold myself back, my pace increasing in increments, until I was plowing into Dylan’s ass, the sound of wet skin slapping creating a harmony with our moans and grunts, the squeaking springs punctuating the tempo.

Inside, my wolf tipped his head back and howled at the night sky, and my gums ached as my teeth extended. Dylan’s cries hit a crescendo, his dick spasming between us and painting both of us with his cum, and the pulsing squeeze around my cock was enough to send me soaring. I sank my teeth into the crook of his neck just as my climax washed over me, depositing my seed as deep as I could get it. His blood filled my mouth, and I drank it down. One final thrust forced my knot past his entrance, and his claws penetrated my shoulders, blood dripping down my skin.

I could feel the warp and weave as the mating link wrapped itself around and through us. The room seemed to spin, and I gasped. It felt like I’d had a 500-pound sumo wrestler sitting on my chest for the past 25 years of my life, and only now was I finally able to draw a full breath. I felt like my feet left the ground, my stomach slingshotting in the opposite direction, like that time my moms took me to the fair and let me ride the rollercoaster, except this time, I swore I wouldn’t hurl. No, this time I would fly.

We collapsed in a sweaty tangle of limbs, chests heaving as we tried to catch our breath. “Wow… porn did not prepare me. I had no idea what I’ve been missing.” Dylan sounded dazed, and I propped myself up to find him staring up at the ceiling. “To think, I could’ve been sneaking out to do this the whole time.”

Jealousy burned through me as I imagined him in someone else’s bed, impaled on some hypothetical stranger’s cock. “Well, I hardly think it would’ve been like this with just anybody,” I sputtered. “It’s only this good because it’s me, and because we’re fated mates.” His lips twitched, and I realized that as sexy as it had been to see Dylan get jealous, I wasn’t immune to the emotion myself. “You’re messing with me.”

Laughing, he curled his arms around me, pulling me on top of him. “I am.” He kissed my chin, my cheek, then finally, my lips. “I’m so glad I waited for you. It was perfect, thank you.”

“Just wait,” I told him, rolling us carefully to our sides, our bodies still locked together with my knot. “It only gets better from here.”

Chapter 14

Dylan

I tried my best to keep my face neutral as the truck bumped and rocked down the rutted path, but my poor abused ass ached with ever pothole we hit. No matter what Tristan claimed, this could not be called a road by any stretch of the definition. It just barely cleaved through the thick forest encroaching on both sides, and for a second, I wondered if the wilds would just swallow us up, chew us up and digest us, never to be seen again. Good luck to Shan in trying to explain that one to my father.

Soon, though, I could make a lightening ahead, a paler shade of green and brown. “Is that it?” I asked, but Tristan just smiled. Then suddenly, we erupted through the trees into a clearing. I blinked in the sudden glare, my eyes adjusting to the glaring sun beating down from directly overhead.

Tristan pulled the truck up to the side and turned off the engine. “Welcome home, kitten,” he said, drawing my hand to his lips and kissing the inside of my wrist tenderly.

I swallowed hard. “Home. Right.” I felt all kinds of uneasy. It didn’t smell like home. In fact, it smelled an awful lot like wet dog. I eased out of the truck warily, watching as a small collection of shifters gathered nearby, wearing matching welcoming smiles. Nobody said anything, though, until Shan stepped out of a small shack, a squirmy toddler with unruly curls in his arms.

“Hey! I half expected I wouldn’t see you guys for another week at least.”

I frowned. “But you said to be back today. Why wouldn’t we be here?”

Shan laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, you’re going to be such a great influence on my Beta, I just know it.”

The child in his arms reached for me, leaning so far over that I had no choice but to catch him before he ended up headfirst on the ground. “Oh!” I grunted, his solid weight settling into my arms, his grubby hands going straight for my cheeks.

“Sorry, Mal doesn’t get a chance to meet a lot of new people around here. He’s a stubborn one. It’s easier to just go along with it. Do you mind?”

“Uh, no. It’s fine.” I had no clue what to do with children. I hadn’t been around any since I was one myself. “Hey there… buddy?”

“Hi!” he squawked, kicking his chubby little legs against my thighs. “Hi, hi, hi!” With each word, he patted my face on both sides, and I tried my best to smile through the sensation of dirty, sweaty fingers on my nice clean skin. My eyes went to the tag sticking off the collar of his shirt, which was backwards and inside out, as if they’d had to wrestle it on.

I turned around looking for Tristan, starting to feel a little frantic. This was all too much! I needed a rescue, and I found it when my mate swooped in, plucked Mal from my arms. “Look at this monkey I found!” Then he flipped the child around until he was dangling upside down, giggling madly. “You okay?” he asked me quietly, while simultaneously tickling the squirming toddler. For someone still getting to know me, he seemed to take my measure pretty well, his keen gaze missing nothing. Maybe it had something to do with that unbreakable tether linking us together—bodies, minds, and emotions alike.

“Mm-hm,” I answered vaguely, nodding, but my smile felt strained and brittle, and I could tell by Tristan’s raised eyebrow that he wasn’t buying it for a second.

“Sure. Well, let’s start with some introductions then. I see you’ve already met Malachi. He pretty much runs the place. Isn’t that right, Mal?”

“Yeah! I’m the boss!” the boy yelled, nearly booting Tris in the head with a thrashing bare foot, but my mate avoided injury with a quick dodge.

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