Page 44 of Daddy's Mail Order Mate

There's a warning in how he hovers near, and then in a blur, those teeth wrap around my shoulder near my neck. I feel his fangs press into my skin, and my free hand blindly flails up to grasp into his fur. My knees knock together before I find them spreading open. I arch up off the forest floor beneath him, on this insane precipice of pain and longing, before…

“Mate,” comes my voice in throaty surrender.

I didn't think about saying it. It just… Happens. I don't know if I'm calling him that, begging for acknowledgement as his mate, a pleading for the act itself, or any combination therein. But the word leaves me and it feelsright, like a prayer I could never tire of.

The wolf whose mouth silently threatens to maul me open goes deadly still.

I quiver, uncertain of what's to come.

Then all at once, my hand isn't gripping into fur anymore. It's digging into bare human flesh, his back taut beneath my palm. A human mouth has my shoulder caught in his teeth. A man, not a wolf, is on top of me.

Thornis on top of me.

Before I can react or have any sort of practical lucidity take over, all of his weight drives forward into me. I gasp from not only the air being forced out of me, but the burning pleasure of feeling his body grind like stone into mine. He nips at my neck now, and makes a low growl with such forceful potency that I can only whine in response.

My legs sprawl as open as they can, perfectly accomodating him bracing into me, shaking in submissive welcome. I feel his hard cock pulse and rub against me and all I want is it inside me,now—

My other hand grips into his hair, desperate to touch him and have something to hold onto for dear life. I buck and writhe up into him, body begging as much as it feels it can get away with before he might put it back into its rightful place. There's a swarm of words that try to claw their way up out of me, wanting to beg and demand and cry out for him in every way imaginable. But all I can do is moan in some raw, primal way that sounds barely human to my own ears.

It seems to do the trick, though; as soon as I make that sound, his face presses against mine cheek to cheek and he rocks back, then forth—

I gasp sharply at the feeling of his cock blindly grazing at my entrance. It deflects off and just skims up. A desperate whine clenches out of me and I tilt my hips up in silent effort to align us. His body is oppressively heavy over mine and I love every second of this suffocation.

He braces himself up on his hands with a clear impatience, but then we make eye contact.

In the first split second, I see Thorn locked in a lusty trance so vivid that just the look on his face sets my walls panging on nothing in need. But then the glazed black of his blown out eyes seems to focus in, and I see it settle into a sober bleed of shock.

“Gwen,”he breathes out.

The heady rush of it all starts to fall away, and I remember my own name.

I remember why I'm here.

I remember that it's more than a little shocking to have him on top of me with the two of us seconds from raw animal fucking on a forest floor.

I try to find my voice and anything to say with it.

But all I can do is speechlessly stare up at him. By reflex, my legs try to close up in surprise and shame, but all that does is pin around his hips. He tenses and I see his jaw grit painfully tight, probably to mask whatever sound that must have tried to set off from him.

“I'm going to get up now,” he explains more slowly than I've ever heard him speak before. It's almost like he’s forgotten language—frankly, I feel like I'm in the same boat.

I nod meekly and do my best to curl up and cover myself as he coaxes himself back up off of me.

“Just… Stay.”

I make a noise trying to agree.

He wades into the cold stream, crouches, and splashes himself for a good twenty seconds. Then there's a dull thud as he punches into the earth once, then twice. Before I can even formulate a question or offer my concern, I watch as he shifts back into his wolf form and bolts back the way we came.

I carefully bring my legs up to myself and stare down at my scuffed up body. But then I have to bring my hands up to my face and smother a confused, embarrassed scream.

I’d known this was going to end with me humiliated and naked out in the woods. But not in my wildest imagination did I think it was going to wind up like this.

Chapter 12 - Thorn

I normally appreciate silence. I've never been one to feel the urge to fill the air or make conversation around other people, even if there are things I might want to say. But I feeluncomfortablewith this particular silence.

We barely said more than a few words to each other after I made it back to her with her bag. She'd gotten herself cleaned up as best she could with the water and dressed herself in short order—I let her do so with as much privacy as I could reasonably give, even after everything that had happened.

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