Page 30 of Stuck With His Mate

I follow it, moving almost in a straight line to get to him.

The moment I see Williem everything else is forgotten. The fight, the rogues, Sierra. Everything.

I walk to my mate on steady legs, sure that he is my mate, confirmed by this undeniable bond; pulsating and reverberating with both of our feelings.

I can see him just as clearly as I can feel him through the bond. Like a node on a string.

“Williem,” I start. I want to explain everything to him, and tell him everything I have experienced as a wolf. I want to tell him about my experience with the rogues and how I had killed one all by myself and tried my best to make roadkill of the others.

I want to do so many things with him.

I want him.

I am being driven mad by this desire, the need for him. This need for my mate. I had termed it ‘blue walls’ and to be honest, it literally was.

It feels like my walls were contracting and relaxing on the emptiness within that needed to be filled.

I walk to Williem.

“I want to touch you, to feel you.” I whisper. “I want to push you to the soft grass beneath us, and ride you until you give all of yourself to me” I finish, but I don’t do all that. Not yet at least.

There is almost no time for words and yet, there is an eternity to fill with his touches. Williem is as naked as I am, and raising myself on tiptoes, I can press my lips to his.

Now, I press my body against him and his hardness, my lips crushing into his, hard and demanding, as I wrap a hand around his hardness.

“That feels good, Lina. So good.” He praises me, running his hands slowly through my hair. It feels good to be touched and held this way. “I missed you princess. Don’t ever leave again, okay?”

Instead of answering him, I slowly pump him to full hardness, stroking the entirety of his length until a pearly drop or precum announces his readiness. This; his unyielding steel hard length, his lips, and his touch, are the only things I need right now.

The only thing we need. She and I. We luxuriate in his touch, first playful and teasing and now sensual.

“Now let me show you what I want to do to you.” Williem murmurs, and immediately, he has me on my back, moving so fast that he would normally be a blur.

But now, I can follow all of his movement, and I track him, admiring the sleekness of his muscles as he moves.

I know I am dripping wet, I can feel it, smell it, and hear it as my thighs move against each other.

With one thrust, Williem can be buried to the hilt in me, but he delays my pleasure, choosing instead to thrum my nipples with the tip of a finger.

“Damn you Williem! I want you in me. Stop the teasing. It isn’t nice.” I complain.

Williems response is to wrap his lips around my nipples, chuckling. His lips send a stream of pleasure straight to my belly and core. Over and over again.

I take matters into my own hands, flipping us over with surprising strength, and impaling myself on his length in one swooping move.

He feels glorious inside me. Throbbing and swollen, his length manages to press against every inch of me.

I could feel every vein and contour of him. Without active thought, my hips begin moving up and down, chasing my own pleasure.

I know it's selfish, but right now all I am concerned with is getting myself over the edge. I increased the speed of my movements, and with it, the volume of my cries rose.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!!!” I scream out my peak as I rise to towering heights. Having this orgasm, with this strange electricity running through me, takes me to another height.

Everything feels almost too much. If I was still completely human, this sensation would have damaged something in my brain for sure.

I can feel Williem swelling inside me as his cock starts shooting loads of his cum in me. Pulsing over and over again, I can feel the warm wetness of him deep inside of me.

“Oh fuck!” His cum shooting in me seems to satisfy another one of these longings and with another cry from my lips an orgasm hits me once again.

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