Page 18 of Possessive Mate

Had he been his packmate, he would have been hopeless to resist, especially if she had been Elena.

The mere imagining of it made Hanson shiver. He had to stop thinking of her like that and at every damn turn.

She was just as off-limits as Carly was now that he knew the truth of the matter.

Hanson was about to turn away when Eddie stepped closer to Carly. And though he whispered, Hanson still heard him clearly on the breeze, “I wish I could, but I have to finish my patrol.”

Hanson bit back laughter as Carly sidled closer to Eddie and pecked him on the cheek. “Come back afterwards?” she suggested.

Feeling guilty for intruding on a private moment, Hanson turned away and started to head back up the hill to grab his clothes with a brand-new determination.

Carly was off limits. Elena was off limits. Eddie was his packmate and his friend. After months of trying to prove his loyalty and devotion to the pack, he wasn't about to fuck it all up now.

Maybe if Eddie finally managed to get some with Carly he would damn well lighten up a little. Until then, Hanson was sure as hell going to stay away from her and his all-too-gorgeous sister.

Chapter 8 - Elena

In her dreams, Elena’s confrontation with Hanson didn't end with his punching the tree trunk just shy of her head. In fact, in her dreams, it couldn’t have ended more differently.

The second she gripped hold of his cock, he groaned low in his throat. She answered the sound with a moan of her own, so desperate for him inside her that she thrust her pelvis forward, widening her legs further.

“Please… I need you,” she whimpered, wrapping her free hand around the back of his neck to pull him closer. She kissed him hard. “I need you more than I have needed anything in my life.”

Just as aggressive as he had been before, he gripped her by the throat, forcing her face up to his.

“Is this what you want?” he growled, biting her lip even as he took his cock from her grip and into his own free hand, stroking the tip over her wet pussy lips.

She quivered, her legs trembling. The only thing holding her up was his body pressed against her.

“Yes,” she breathed out, closing her eyes when he kissed her again, hard and passionate. His grip loosened around her throat, but his hand remained there, holding her in place as he slid his rock-hard cock deep inside her.

Nothing had ever felt so good as it felt to take every solid inch of him deep inside her.

He moved deliciously slowly, his hips jerking as if he could barely control himself not to fuck her long and hard to within an inch of their lives. The need and desire that pulsed between them was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was mind blowing.

With every thrust of his hips, she grew closer and closer to orgasm. And just when she thought she might explode, he tightened his grip on her throat once more, kissing her hard until she could barely breathe.

The passion in his kiss, the fierceness in his grip, the pleasure in his groaning, it all sent her reeling over the edge.

Her insides tightened deliciously around his cock, and she screamed against his lips.

“That's a good girl,” he growled in her ear before taking her earlobe into his mouth and biting gently. “That's my good girl.”

His words caused her to cum over and over and over again until she was utterly spent.

“Please, Hanson, oh, please,” she begged him, unsure of what exactly it was that she was pleading with him to do.

But he seemed to know.

“Don't worry, baby,” he whispered, his tone guttural, as if he were speaking through gritted teeth. “Just cum for me one more time.”

And like a good little she-wolf, she did just that, screaming with excited pleasure when she felt his cock pulsing inside her. Somehow, she knew then what was coming, what she had pleaded for.

“Oh, fuck, Elena!” he growled low in his throat as her body tightened almost painfully around his cock and his seed spilled deep inside her like a warm, wet fountain of ecstasy.

At almost the same instant, she sat bolt upright in bed. The guest room was just lighting with the first rays of dawn through the crack in the drapes. And Elena quivered with frustration, desire, need.

The dream had felt all too real. Her lips tingled as if he had really been kissing her. Hell, the aching, fluttering sensation between her thighs was enough to make her believe he had been right there with her. But glancing around the room, she realized she was alone.

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