Page 20 of Ensnared By the Werewolf

“No, keep going.You’re just so big.I can take you.”I run my words together, afraid that he’ll pull away from me, but he doesn’t.

Jack strokes my cheek.“Shh, I’m not going anywhere.I know you can take your mate.”

I moan at that and his cock slides deeper before stopping to pull back some and returning to go farther.Jack works his body into mine.His flesh, my flesh, our souls made to never be separated.

The small thrusts bring him more into my body.Our foreheads meet on one last deep slide that brings my body flush with his.The stretch of cradling him encompasses all my senses.The moment is perfection.All the pain and grief from before are eased by the raw feeling of completeness.

I moan and tense around the impossible amount of Jack inside me.

His voice rumbles from him.“I could die happy from the sweet squeeze of your cunt.”

“Jack...”I beg, squirming from the unforgiving fullness.

He moans and our eyes meet.“Mine.”

“Yours.”I lift my chin.“If you claim me.”

Jack narrows his eyes and slowly pulls from me.The drag of his thickness against my inner walls has me moaning, I break off on a cry when he snaps his hips forward, plowing into my body without mercy.He repeats the drag and conquering thrust, moving in an unmerciful rhythm.I lose more and more of my sanity with each move, my fingers clawing into his shoulders as he fucks me.

Jack starts grinding the pad of his thumb against my clit and I try to writhe away from the friction, but he doesn’t let me escape.Instead, he pushes me higher until my release breaks over me.I cry out, my body clasping down on his unforgiving girth as pleasure surges in my blood.

“Bel, my Belinda,” Jack snarls in satisfaction before truly beginning to fuck me.

He ruts into me, and I take his body eagerly.Each cleaving thrust prolongs my release until Jack thrusts all the way in and halts on a growl.

My moan is guttural as what must be his knot swells against my insides, locking us together.The heat of his cum spills inside me, increasing the tantalizing pressure.The assurance that I’ve been filled to the brim with his seed.

“My mate,” he growls and grips my hair, pulling my head to the side to bare my neck.

The bite is quick, the pain is a flash before the magic of our bond soothes it and throws me into a euphoric release.The world shatters and my grip of reality slips, but I’m exactly where I need to be.

In my mate’s arms.

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Belinda

I return to my senses,lying belly down on something warm that rises in a steady rhythm.I blink and Jack’s chest comes into focus.The grayish tint to his skin and sparse fur is a comfort.He hasn’t hidden under a glamour.

Jack strokes my back, and I enjoy his heart beating against mine.My body is empty, so the knot must have released us while I was passed out from the bond snapping into place.

The soreness in my neck from the mating bond has awe-filled happiness swelling in me.I slide a hand to the wound and sure enough, the bite mark is raised, rapidly healing to be a scar for me to display.

“I’m glad you’ve accepted that I love you this way,” I say.

The chest under me huffs in a laugh.“How could I possibly doubt you after what happened?You argued your point very convincingly.”

I tuck my face into his chest to hide my blush.I’m as sexually liberated as the next witch, but I don’t think I’ve ever been as bold as I was when taunting my mate.

Jack pinches my chin and lifts my gaze to his.I’m not completely used to seeing his true face, but each time I do, my comfort grows.The snout, fangs, and pointed ears are Jack.My Jack.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you,” he says, the misery clear in his voice.“I’m sorry that I was so stuck in my own head and stubborn about what I thought you should have that I didn’t listen to what you wanted.What I did is inexcusable.”

I prop myself up on my elbows, my naked breasts rubbing against his skin, but Jack doesn’t leer.His gaze is solemn on mine.

“We all have our hang-ups.Thank you for apologizing.”I stroke a finger up the bridge of his nose up to his tufted ears.My mind categorizes the shape of them as strange before I go on teasingly.“I may need some more groveling before I accept your apology though.”

“Is that so?”Jack says with a mock growl, his hands squeezing my ass, pressing my spread legs against his middle.“I hope to use my tongue to be very convincing.”

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