Page 58 of Possessive Mate

Elena gripped hold of his buttocks then and urged him closer. “I’m a big girl. I think I can handle it.”

“In that case,” Hanson smirked, grabbing her hands to pull them up above her head. “I’m going to take my time with you.”

He felt her quiver at his words, and a thrill ran through his own body. Her arousal smelled divine. He needed to taste her. He needed to please her as much as she pleased him. Kissing her gently, he moved his lips from hers, down her throat and onto her breasts. She moaned as he took first one nipple and then the other into his mouth, sucking each gently before he traveled lower still.

“Don’t you dare move,” he growled up to her as he kissed her sternum, her stomach, her lower abdomen. The smell of her was growing sweeter by the second.

“Hanson, please, I need you inside me,” she moaned, never moving, though he could tell from the tension in her body that she was having a hard time of it.

“We almost died last night,” he reminded her, using her words against her. “I want to enjoy this.”

He reached up and cupped her breast as he placed a kiss upon her inner thigh. Unable to hold back any longer, he dove right in, lapping at her slick, wet folds with the very tip of his tongue.

Teasingly, he moved in circles, tasting every inch of her. She was delicious, sweet and salty and seductive. The scent of her in his nostrils was intoxicating, and he lost himself in the sounds of her moaning. The sound of her fingers gripping hold of the pillow on either side of her head only urged him on further, and soon he felt her thighs tightening around his head. She was close.

Pausing, he whispered against her skin, “That’s it. Cum for me, baby.”

And she did, she came, moaning even louder than before as her sweet nectar began to flow more freely. But Hanson didn’t let up. He continued to lick, suck and nibble gently until she came over and over again.

It was only when she appeared utterly spent that he finally eased off, kissing first one thigh and then the other.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, kissing her thigh one more time before gliding back atop her.

He was rock-hard now, so hard in fact that it was bordering on painful. Her moaning had enticed him. He wanted to hear more. He needed to hear more. But even more than that, he needed to be inside her, to feel her cumming all over his cock.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” he asked, nuzzling his nose against hers.

She looked up at him with dazed, pleasure-filled eyes and nodded, lifting her head wearily to kiss him. “Please, I need you inside me.”

Hanson was more than happy to oblige.

Ever so gently, he slipped himself inside her. She gave a little gasp as he did, and he forced himself still, allowing her body to grow used to his invasion before he started to thrust. It was one hell of a task. She felt so good that he could barely wait.

Gripping her hands once more above her head, he kissed her, making love as if she were the only woman he had ever made love to or ever would again. Putting all the passion he could into every thrust, every kiss, every groan, he made her cum over and over again until she was trembling and frantic beneath him.

“Oh, Hanson, please!” she screamed, her hands flying free of his grip to rake her fingernails down his back. “I need you to—”

But he cut her off as he growled, “Fuck, Elena, I’m going to cum!”

“Yes! Oh, yes, Hanson!” she screamed, and he growled deep in her ear as he spilled his seed deep inside her.

Epilogue - Elena

The full moon rode high in the sky as Elena was led from the manor. It was such a surreal feeling to be surrounded by the senior she-wolves of the Nightstar pack as they guided her out to join their number. Bonnie had taken to what was apparently her usual thing, going above and beyond to make sure that the ceremony was perfect.

She, Bonnie, Layla and Miley were all dressed in simple white sheathe gowns that flowed in the breeze, their hair decorated with wildflowers. If Elena hadn’t known better, she might have believed they were fae-folk rather than werewolves, but she had to admit, it was magical, and the gowns helped her see a new side to the color white. For so long, all she had seen in the color was the sheets she had wrapped her baby and mate in before they were sent to the fire.

But now, she would have a happy memory of the color, the memory of the night she joined the Nightstar pack and her mate for good.

The three other she-wolves danced around her as they walked her across the lawn to join the rest of the pack at the bonfire. Everybody was there, from the alpha to the smallest babe, Miley’s own six-month-old baby boy wrapped lovingly in his father’s tattooed arms.

As they approached, the crowd of werewolves parted to allow the she-wolves through, guiding her directly before Jack, who stood at the head of the pack with Zander at his side.

When Jack held out his hands, Elena instinctively placed hers in them and dropped down onto her knee. This wasn’t her first pack initiation. She had seen plenty of them before. But it was her first since her very first shift, and she felt even more excited now than she had then.

Holding both her hands in one, Jack laid his other on Elena’s head carefully, as if he didn’t want to knock the flowers from her hair. “I, Jack Blackwell, initiate you and welcome you, Elena Bradbury, into the Blackwell Nightstar pack! I give you my word and the word of all those under me that you shall be protected, respected and nurtured within our pack for as long as you shall seek shelter!”

Tears pricked in Elena’s eyes as Jack raised his head and began to howl at the moon. Following suit, one by one, all of the other members raised their own voices in welcome.

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