Page 47 of Her Werewolf Lover

Michael saw stars. He leaned over and sucked on her neck, finding the place he’d already marked her.Then, as she started to convulse, he struck, biting down and joining her in ultimate pleasure.

Still, he moved, flexing his hips and emptying himself completely inside her tight pussy. His body twitched, his cock jerking still. On and on, their orgasms went, and he followed them, determined to wring out every drop of pleasure.

Minutes later, he dropped all his weight on her. Michael knew he should move, but not yet. He could scarcely breathe never mind think. It didn’t matter. All he had to do was feel.

“So, do I get a Wolf too?” her tiny voice asked.

“No. You were born human, and you will remain human. But you get bonuses. Like some of my healing abilities and my preternaturally longer life, a psychic bond, and it already looks like you’ve adopted some of my hearing sense. Mates share things like that, and with fated mates we are even more blessed.”

“Really? How?” she asked, wonder in her tone and sparkling in the amber swirls surrounding her pretty hazel eyes.

“Sometimes, fated mates can speak telepathically. If you close your eyes, maybe you can see the bond connecting us. Maybe you feel it, too. Like a rope tied around us, warm and hot and heavy.”

“Oh my God! I do, it’s so beautiful, Michael,” she said, and when her eyes opened, tears spilled down her cheeks.

“Shh, I got you,” Michael whispered, kissing away the moisture and rolling his hips.

Samantha moaned, undulating against him, and fuck he was hard again.

“That’s impossible,” she murmured against his shoulder.

He grinned, lifting his head and cupping her sweet face.

“Not for me, Sunshine, Not for us,” he said, and kissed her.

“Sorry I was fast before. This time will be slower,” he promised.

“That was fast?”

“Oh, Sunshine, you have no idea how much fun we’re going to have. Now open up and let me in,” he said, lifting her hips and sliding deeper than ever before.

Chapter 17

Facing Michael’s crew, not to mention his aunt and daughter, after they’d fucked upstairs like bunnies was pretty damn embarrassing for Samantha.

But they treated it as normal, so she decided she could be mature and do that, too. Why not?

A Werewolf? He couldn’t be?

“Well? How do you feel about all of this?” Michael asked a few minutes after they came together for the second time.

He rubbed her back, and Samantha’s body warmed against his enormous hard one. He was so handsome and fit. Like a work of art.

She felt beautifully sated, well loved, and really, how could she not? Remembering the way hishungry gaze roamed over her before he’d claimed her so thoroughly had her swallowing hard.

Suddenly, everything clicked into place.

His ridiculous good looks. The way he growled all the time. The unnatural glow she sometimes saw in his eyes.

Her gaze flashed to his, and for a moment, her new mate looked worried. She inclined her head and nodded.

“I believe you.”

“I hope so after all that,” he said and grinned.

“And it doesn’t matter to me that you get furry and fangy under the full moon.”

“That’s a myth.”

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