Page 56 of Crescent Warrior

“On your cock,” she moaned, lowering her head, bracing her shoulders and grinding back hard against him, spreading her legs eagerly.

He froze, his body still, but she felt the violent throb her words elicited. He groaned, pulling away to smack her ass hard, making her yelp before he flipped her, caging her with his arms.

“Don’t tease me,” he growled, and she could see that his wolf was riding him hard.

He had kept himself in check when she was in heat, but here, in the place where they grew together, a place that meant everything to them, she wanted him to let go of his restraint. She wanted them to share their first time together in this bed, where she realized she was his mate. Where she dreamed her silly, girlish dreams of happily ever after.

“Here,” she gasped, yanking her top over her head and shimmying out of the pants and underwear she had changed into, not feeling even slightly self-conscious that he was watching her with that hungry gleam in his eyes. “Now.”

She settled back into the same spot, spreading her legs to welcome him. She reached down to slide a trembling finger between the lips of her pussy, stroking her clit as she went and then slipping it inside.

She arched to it, keeping her eyes on his own, watching as they went dangerously dark with need. He lifted his own hand, gently tracing her clit, making her shudder, before pulling her fingers away and placing her hand on the bed. He caressed her, staring down at her in awe.

“Will I fit?” he asked, quietly, his voice gravelly.

“Yes,” she moaned as he pushed a finger inside, testing her wetness.

He seemed enraptured, fascinated by the way she gripped him, holding his finger hostage before he could pull it free. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’ll hurt anyway. But I need you. Now.”

She knew she was demanding something he might not be ready for, but if she had to wait any longer, she was pretty damn sure she would go up in flames. In the back of her mind, she knew this was happening the way she always imagined it; always dreamed.

Her Cole was lying with her in her bed, finally recognizing her as his mate. The years in between slipped away, not seeming to matter in this moment. The only thing that mattered was them.

“Please,” she gasped, rocking her hips as he thrust his finger in and out of her. “Cole, please. I need you. I love you.”

His eyes flashed to hers, his lips parting on a swiftly drawn breath. Her head twisted from side to side as she felt pleasure curl inside her, building steadily as he kept up his pace.

“Please,” she begged again and he moved his hand, leaving her aching and empty. She stared up at him, wondering what he was going to do, but he just grinned down at her.

“My Lyta,” he whispered, sweeping her hair back, behind her ear. “I love you too.”

Cole watched his mate close her eyes at his words, turning away from him. When she turned back, she blinked up at him, tears sparkling in her eyes.

She was the most beautiful thing he had ever lain his eyes on. Spread under him in nothing but the rosy blush of her skin, he swore to himself that he would do everything in his power to not fuck this up again.

He would never lie to her, never hurt her in any way. Bracing himself with his forearms, he leaned down to press a reverent kiss to her lips. “I love you so much.”

She reached up to bury her fingers in his hair, holding him to her. He stared into her eyes, adoring the intimacy of something as simple as touch and eye contact.

It seemed so easy for everyone else, but they had been so long without, denying themselves of each other when they desperately needed to be together.

“I’ll go slow,” he whispered, and she nodded, not moving her hand from his hair, keeping their foreheads together and their gazes locked, connected on a level he couldn’t begin to explain. He had never been closer to anyone. He felt their bond like it was alive and tangible. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

He pulled away then, but only long enough to line his cock up to the entrance of her pussy. She was whimpering under him, writhing in the sheets as he pushed in an inch.

He watched her throat work as she swallowed, a groan spearing out of him at the feel of her gripping tightly on the head of his cock. She felt incredible. Going deeper, angling his hips, he lowered himself again, kissing her.

“My Lyta,” he whispered, and he could feel her trembling breaths against his lips.

She gasped as he pushed forward, giving her another inch. He moaned in the back of his throat as she strangled him with her pussy; so tight it was unreal.

She twitched then, her eyes closing for a brief moment before she lifted her hands to curl into his hair, rubbing his scalp like she used to when they were younger. He felt a prickle of tears, love for his mate filling his heart until it was overflowing.

Cole leaned down to kiss her again, pushing in deeper, muffling his cry against her mouth. She gasped, ripping her lips from his and tilting her head back, her hands scrabbling for the sheets under her. He pressed his lips to her soft, fragrant throat, bathing himself in her scent.

“Cole,” she cried as he pushed even deeper.

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