Page 74 of Cursed Wolf

“I swear, my love. You’ll have my bite after this one.”

After how badly I’d hurt her before, I’d never lie to her again. Not a single fucking word of untruth would pass from my lips to my mate.

I slid my mouth over her cunt again, moaning against her skin as I savored her sweet flavor. This time, I focused my tongue on her clit. She quaked so beautifully under my ministrations, and I allowed her thighs to clamp around my head. When she finally exploded, gushing into my mouth, I didn’t let up feasting on her until she brought a hand down and yanked me away with a fist in my hair.

Licking my lips, I grinned as I rose up to kneeling. “Still not done with you.”

She was limp and panting as I rolled her to her belly. Her long, beautiful back stretched out in front of me, all curving lines and and soft muscle definition. I pushed aside her hair and leaned over to nibble the back of her neck. With a soft moan, her ass lifted and rubbed eagerly against my cock.

“Mm-hm, I haven’t forgotten.” I chuckled, leaving more biting kisses on her back. When I reached her shoulder blade, I decided that was the place. The beautiful wing-like area on her back was where I’d leave my mark on her, claim her for good.

My pulse pounded harder at the thought, cock head dripping with need. I braced one hand next to Emmaline and aimed myself at her flushed, glossy center. She pressed back just as I thrust forward, and the contact made us both moan like we couldn’t help ourselves.

It was the most indescribable feeling as I pressed all the way inside. The soft grasp of her enveloping me, the hot slickness of her body, and the most delicious friction as I drew back.

I was a fucking goner. I had to make this last so she could orgasm again for my bite, but I was lost, happily drowning in sensations that made me feel so fucking good.

“Fuck, Tryn…”

I had been hypnotized by the sight of my cock disappearing into her, her ass cheeks bouncing off my lower stomach, when her voice pulled my attention to her face. Emmaline looked back at me, her expression in a grimace of ecstasy. Her chest pressed down into the picnic blanket while her ass lifted higher, wanting even more of me.

“Emmaline,” I growled, my hands settling into the dips of her waist. My thrusts went harder as my fingers dug into her flesh, the impact of her skin on mine starting to echo through the valley.

“Fuck! Yes!” Her little fists curled around the blanket, anchoring herself down to take everything I gave her.

“Oh, you’re close, aren’t you?” I felt her squeeze around my length, noticed her breaths getting shorter and her skin flushing with heat. “So close to milking my cock ‘cause I’m fucking you so good.”

“Mm, yes! Don’t stop, Tryn. Fuck, please don’t stop…”

“Not on your life.” I bowed over her again and found that perfect spot on her shoulder blade with my lips.

I kissed her there tenderly while thrusting at a constant, steady pace. She felt so good, my own control felt like a thread ready to snap. But I held on, marching her closer and closer to bliss.

She was on the edge, trembling with the need to release when I brought the skin of her shoulder blade between my teeth. But I didn’t bite down, not yet. I brought my hand underneath her and found her clit. With two swipes of my fingers and a few more thrusts, she exploded into bliss and I bit down hard.

Emmaline thrashed beneath me, and I let go of the bite as soon as I tasted blood. I wanted to lick the wound, to soothe and heal it, but she shook so hard from the orgasm that I slipped out of her.

“Emmaline.” I hovered over her, not caring about my own pleasure in that moment but only the well being of my mate. She lay on her stomach, panting hard. I stroked her hair, kissed the side of her face, and licked away the blood from my bite. “Emmaline, are you okay?”

She rolled over and started to sit up, so I backed away to give her space. When I saw tears shining in her eyes, my concern hit a new high. “What’s wrong?” I demanded, cupping her face. “Fuck, did I hurt you?”

“No…”

The single word was a breathy whisper, accompanied by a smile. She brought a hand to her chest, right over the fate thread that connected us. It seemed like she could feel the thread now. Even if she couldn’t see it, she could feel it like it was a tangible, real thing.

“I can feel you here,” she whispered in awe and laughed lightly. “You can stop worrying. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I, wow…” She looked up at me with shock and wonder in her features. “You really feel this way about me? You…love me this much?”

I touched my forehead and nose to hers. “Fuck yes.”

With my bite, she had a piece of me with her. She’d be able to sense my mood, proximity, and all my deeper feelings. It was vulnerable as hell to share that with someone, but I couldn’t imagine my heart in anyone else’s hands.

There would be no more secrets between us, ever.

I held my mate in my arms and kissed her while she settled and got used to the effects of my bite. After a few minutes, she lifted out of my lap and spread her legs to straddle me. With a wicked grin she said, “Your turn.”

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