Page 8 of Bound to the Beast

"You're so wet for me," he murmurs, the timbre of his voice reverberating against my chest. I let out a moan as I arch my body up into his, desperate for more.

He continues to tease me, his fingers dancing over my clit as he kisses me with a passion that takes my breath away. I can feel the tension building inside me, my body coiling tight like a spring.

Just as I’m about to come undone, he slips his hand from me and adjusts himself, the head of his cock pressing teasingly at my entrance, and I arch my hips towards him, desperate for more.

He slides into me slowly, inch by delicious inch. I gasp at the feeling of fullness, my body stretching to accommodate him. He starts to move, his hips rocking back and forth in a slow and steady rhythm.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer as we move together. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. He reaches between us, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it in slow circles.

Ethan's thumb continues to rub slow circles on my clit, and I can feel my body responding to his touch. Each stroke brings me closer and closer to the edge, and I can feel myself losing control.

"Ethan," I moan, his name a whisper on my lips. I can feel the heat of his body against mine, and it's intoxicating. I arch my back, meeting his thrusts as he buries himself deeper inside me.

His hands grip my body, pulling me closer as he moves with a passion that I can't resist. His kisses are rough and needy, and I can feel his desire in every touch.

As Ethan's thrusts become more urgent, I can feel my body responding in kind. Every nerve ending is on fire, and I can feel the tension building inside me like a coiled spring. I rake my nails down his back, feeling the muscles tense and release under my touch.

He groans in response, and I can feel the heat of his breath against my neck. His hands grip my hips, pulling me closer as he drives into me with a ferocity that takes my breath away.

I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body trembling with anticipation. And then, with one final thrust, I'm there. I cry out his name as my body shatters around him, waves of pleasure washing over me like a tidal wave.

My muscles clench around him, and I can feel him tensing as he follows me over the edge. He spills himself inside me with a groan, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

We lay there for a moment, panting and sweaty, our bodies entwined as we come down from the high. I can feel the aftershocks of my orgasm rippling through me, and I know that I'll never forget this moment.

Ethan rolls off me, pulling me into his arms as we lay there together. I can feel the warmth of his body against mine, and it's intoxicating.

He kisses me softly, his lips gentle against mine. I can taste the salt on his skin, and it's the most delicious thing I've ever tasted.

We lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking. I can feel the wind rustling through the leaves outside, and I know that this is a moment I'll always treasure.

Finally, I sit up, looking down at Ethan with a smile. "That was incredible," I say, my voice low and husky.

He grins up at me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I aim to please," he says, his voice teasing.

I laugh, feeling a sense of joy and contentment that I haven't felt in a long time.

6

ETHAN

The rays of the sun penetrate my closed eyelids. I grimace as I slowly open my eyes. The sun is already bright against the blue of the sky. I try to shift to my side when I feel a weight against my arm, halting my movements.

Grace.

I take a surreptitious inhale of her sweet-smelling hair, and some of the strands tickle my nostrils as I take in her scent. I’m processing the smell, trying to imprint it onto my memory. Her back looks smooth and supple, her right shoulder and arm tucking the blanket across her chest. I resist the urge to run my arm against her skin for fear of waking her.

Last night was the best I’ve had in a long time. The best I’ve ever had, if I’m being honest. I could scarcely fathom how a woman of Grace’s beauty would agree to go out – and even make love – to me.

Grace’s body fits mine like a glove. We’d danced to a rhythm as old as time itself. More than her sweetness, I feel as though her body has imprinted herself into mine. My soul recognizes hers, and my feral side finally feels sated and whole.

If I had any doubts yesterday about who she is in my life, today, I have none. She’s my destined mate. And I’m hers.

Yet, despite this certainty, a lingering doubt remains.

Shifter mates still have a choice, especially those who aren’t of our blood. My mood turns sour at the realization, and my wolf side snarls silently in my head.

Slowly, I slip my arm away from Grace’s warm figure, deciding to go to the kitchen to gather my thoughts. Her nearness is too tantalizing, and I need some space between us to think. I have a choice to make as well.

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