Page 8 of Wolves Bound by Desire

Easily, he picked her up. Her legs immediately wrapped around him, and he laid her on the ground. “Okay?” he murmured.

“Shut up and kiss me,” she growled.

Her lips pressed against his again, and when he put his tongue in her mouth, she sucked hard. He could almost feel her taming him even as she encouraged his wild side.

He squeezed her ass hard with one hand, the other pinching her nipple. She whimpered against his mouth, and he fought a grin, loving how she responded to everything he did. Her ass muscles had tightened, her nipple so hard. Her body was a work of art he could play and mold with all day long.

She lifted her pelvis to grind against him. If he wasn’t careful, this would be over far quicker than he wanted, so he pulled away, even stood.

Immediately, she jumped to her feet. If she intended for him to be the one on the ground, she had another thing coming. He had something else in mind.

He’d stolen a few blankets on his trek with Gerald, and he grabbed one of them and looped the ends around higher branches of a tree so he could have her back against it without fear of getting splinters because a lot of friction was about to take place.

As soon as he motioned her over, she stood beside him, and he used kisses and his hands to guide her into place. Her one leg lifted to wrap around his hip, and he allowed it for now, as he eased himself inside of her. She released a strangled gasp, and he had to fight back a moan himself. If he died at this moment, he’d be a happy man.

Before he started thrusting, he unhooked her leg and lifted it, so it was braced against his shoulder. “That okay?”

She jerked against him, hands clutching his ass, trying to get him inside her deeper. Seemed like it was more than okay.

Still, he was gentle at first, easing himself out and then pushing forward. After a few more times like that, she was bucking against him, wanting more, and he couldn’t deny her, or himself, any longer. Deep and fast and hard, he plunged inside her until he couldn’t take it any longer. Cum spurted out of him, burying deep inside her, and her walls closed around him as she orgasmed too. The grip of her tightening around him prolonged his pleasure, and he continued to pump inside her, one hand on her nipple, teasing it, pulling it, tweaking it, while the other felt up and down her thigh. He loved the stretch of her leg against his chest.

He had been touching her like this throughout the entire time he’d been inside her, but he hadn’t been kissing her, his head flung back as he enjoyed the pleasure of all she had to offer. Now, however, he drank in her kisses and left a trail of kisses all over her face and neck.

The time for claiming had arrived.

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Misti held still. She knew what was about to happen, and she couldn’t fight it, not if she wanted it to work. And, if she was being honest with herself, she didn’t want to fight it. That bothered her even more than mating with Anders. She shouldn’t even be contemplating this act of betrayal. But here she was, not only considering it but accepting it, waiting for it… needing it.

“Are you ready?” Anders stared deeply into her eyes.

She nodded.

He stepped back and helped her lower her leg. Then he aided her to lie down on the grass. It tickled her back, but she didn’t react to it. All she needed was to take what he gave her. Simple… or it should be.

His teeth changed into his wolf fangs, and he leaned over her, his fangs touching the weak skin of her neck but not breaking the surface. He was testing her, giving her time to push him away, to stop the proceedings.

The moon help her, she didn’t want him to stop. Yes, there was so much she didn’t know about him, but in so many ways, they were rather similar. She could spend the rest of her life with him. If for nothing else, their sex life would be amazing, and yet, she suspected that was not the only reason why she was agreeing to this.

He nuzzled his nose against her throat now, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Their sex had been rough and hard, but now, he was showing another side of him, gentle and caring, and it made it so much easier to accept him. That was all mating was—acceptance. Not love. When the first werewolves had been formed, their numbers had been so few they had to mate every time a werewolf female went into heat. As such, mating came to be more about preserving the species than about anything else. It hadn’t taken long for those first werewolves to realize they needed to mate before having sex. Otherwise, the female never became pregnant during her week-long heat.

She traced her fingers along the curve of his jaw. He gently nipped at her fingers, not hard enough to draw blood. Her own fangs popped out at that, and he pressed his lips to hers. While love didn’t have to be a part of mating, maybe she would one day grow to love this wolf.

When she had been young, she had often daydreamed about mating with a werewolf she loved. Her father found out somehow, and he had quickly dispelled that notion from her head. “Love is for fools, and the leader of the Red Nightwalkers cannot be a fool. Do you want to love or lead?”

“Lead,” she had answered immediately, but her father had only made a scoffing sound and stormed out of her room. For years, he had nurtured the hope that he and her mother would have a son. She had always known he hadn’t wanted her to be his only option for his heir, and when her two brothers died—the first hours after the birth, the second at only seven days old—he had started to look elsewhere. It wasn’t until the past year that he threatened her about her cousin Xavier.

But with Anders, she could get away from her father and his putdowns and his hatred. They could start a new pack and maybe finally be able to know peace.

Although he retained his hand, his fingers had taken on his claws. He stroked her cheek gently, not harming her, and she shivered at his gentleness. Claiming wasn’t supposed to be like this, she didn’t think although how could she know when she had never been claimed before? But the way he was staring at her, touching her, caressing her… it made this all seem so much more personal and deeper, and it certainly wasn’t just about being able to get her pregnant.

It wasn’t just about acceptance.

Her fingers transformed into claws too, and she held out her hands. His touched hers, palms to palms. Then she cradled his face, her hands and claws on his cheeks, and she lowered him down so she could kiss him.

Her fangs ever so slightly nipped at his lower lip.

She had been the one to make the first mark, the first of many they would make. Because he wasn’t going to be the only one to do the claiming. If he wished to claim her, she was going to claim him as well.

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