Page 41 of The Healer and the Wolf: Part Two

It shouldn’t have been physically possible for Ven to feel so good, yet she did. She was like heaven wrapped around my cock. Soft. Wet. So hot it was borderline painful, and the way she gripped me was just…mmm.There really were no words.

When I was imprisoned in the medical facility, I’d been afraid I’d never get back to her. That I’d never hear her laugh again or taste her delicious cooking, or listen as she went on about a different plant phenomena I’d never known.

So, when I’d gotten back to safety, when I had been lucky enough to end up in her company again, that had been enough. But now, as I stared down at her beautiful, perfect, soft body, spread out below me like a Renaissance painting, I realized how much I had physically craved her. I didn’t think I’d ever encountered a woman who captivated me quite like Ven did. Those full, petal pink lips of hers. Her tanned breasts. The muscle that supported her strong frame and all the softness I loved to feel. Her hips. Her ass. Her calves. Even her feet. Everything about her was utterly gorgeous, and I wanted to worship every single inch of her. Maybe one day soon, once things had calmed down, I could take her to a honeymoon suiteand give her the full devotion she deserved. Kiss every single inch of her skin, massage every muscle, and pamper her until she was a wet noodle. I looked forward to that, but at the moment, I was thoroughly enraptured in the way she squeezed down on me as I slowly pulled out of her.

I loved hearing her sharp intake of breath as I thrust inside her again, loved seeing her eyes light up and color creeping into her cheeks. She really was art. A masterpiece I was lucky enough to witness. I watched her face as I increased my rhythm. Most of my trysts had been quick mating sessions for mutual release rather than anything within a relationship—being an alpha meant I didn’t have time for dating or romance—but as I thrust as deep as I could into Ven, as I stared into those beautiful eyes of hers, it felt like the most romantic experience of my life. We were connected, not only through our bodies, but through our souls. She understood me better than anyone. Even Ricky.

“You’re incredible, baby. See how you take me so well? I told you you could do it. Because you can do anything, can’t you?”

Words tumbled from my lips without any direct input from my brain, but I meant them. It also helped that I had long since noticed my darling Ven had a praise kink. If I wanted her to orgasm several times, a little sweet talk was necessary. That was fine with me, because any chance I got to shower my mate with praise was a good one.

Desire and pleasure curled deep in my abdomen, building up in a way that would escalate quickly. However, if I wanted to make Ven come multiple times before I exploded, I needed to pull out more of my tricks.

Sliding a hand over that deliciously thick ass of hers, I lifted her enough to put one of her pillows under her hips. Ven let out an adorable sound, no doubt surprised at how easily I was able to lift her. She was a solid woman, a combination of bountifulcurves and legs I wanted to bite for hours, but for a shifter she was quite easy to toss around.

Once I had the pillow where I wanted, I pressed her legs forward, nearly folding her in half as I changed the rhythm of my hips. The resulting shout of pleasure out of her was just as gratifying as I had hoped, and within seconds her hands were scrabbling over me, trying to find purchase as I rocked into her. As tempting as it was to fuck her into the mattress like I knew she enjoyed, that wasn’t the right move for the moment. Maybe for the big finale.

“Leo! Like that! Yes, please, God, just like that! Don’t stop! Oh, my God, don’t stop!”

Normally, Ven was quite a well-spoken person, quick with banter and a clever comeback, so it stroked my ego that I could reduce her to a nearly monosyllabic mess. That big, beautiful brain of hers was so clearly scrambled, and all because of me. It was the greatest compliment she could ever give me.

“Baby, baby, baby!”

It was when she started chanting that pet name that I knew she was close again. I picked up the pace, my thrusts turning punishing as I pistoned in and out of her.

I wish I had the vocabulary to tell Ven exactly how it felt when she was approaching her orgasm, like a velvet vise clamping down on me, milking me for all I was worth. I had to bite my tongue not to lose it, because I was almost certain I could get a third one out of her, and I didn’t want to drop the ball after talking such a big game.

“That’s it, baby girl. Come for me. You deserve it.”

Not exactly Shakespeare, but it did the trick, and I watched with rapt attention as she fell apart on my cock for the second time.

Normally, I would let her catch her breath a bit, but we were in a race against the clock. I could feel the momentum buildingup within myself, and the way she was gripping me was only speeding things up.

Besides, I had learned that if I made the right moves at the right time, I could chain her climaxes together. It was a challenge, but I was up for it.

Quite literally in this case.

“Breathe for me, Ven. Make sure you breathe, because you’re coming again, baby.”

“I can’t,” she mewled, her chest heaving, those gorgeous breasts of hers hypnotizing me.

I leaned down and kissed her, caressing her cheek as I did. “I promise, you can.”

And then I fucked her into the mattress.

I loved being gentle with Ven, loved treating her with reverence and soaking in the romance, but I also lovedtakingher. Letting the beast within me come out a little and indulge in my ancient instincts. And I loved that Ven enjoyed it. Her gasps, her pleading, the way she clung to me, the way she would occasionally beg for more. It really felt like we were two puzzle pieces perfectly matched for each other.

Once I had a good rhythm, I slipped a hand between us, going for her clit again. Normally, I would approach it cautiously, gently circling it to warm it up to stimulation, but this was not the time to take it easy.

It was oh-so-satisfying to feel her body responding. Her moans were a symphony I would never tire of hearing. I got lost in it, consumed by our growing pleasure. For a moment, it felt as if the whole world was suspended on the head of a needle, just her and I and our shared joy. But then Ven let out a wail, and she clamped down on me for all she was worth.

“Leo! Oh, fuck, Leo!”

And then she was coming, milking me like no one else ever could. I braced myself, and I still wasn’t prepared for thesensation that racked my body. I didn’t know what came over me, but in my ecstasy, I sealed my lips over where Ven’s mating gland would be if she was a shifter. It was an incredibly sensitive gland that existed in pretty much all of our species, and I longed to sink my teeth into it. But even if Ven didn’t actually have that particular piece of anatomy, it wasn’t something someone did without explicit consent. So, while I did graze my teeth against it, I didn’t bite down.

Just the feeling of my canines against her pulse was the last straw for me, and I finally lost it. The baser, primal part of me roared in satisfaction as I filled her, imagining a den full of pups and a full pack community to take care of them. Certainly not practical considering the situation we were in, but what did an orgasm care about being practical?

When both of us finally came down, I collapsed to the side, pulling Ven with me, so she was cuddled up against me. I knew she needed to go to the bathroom, but surely that could wait for a few moments, because even though we were soaking in our post-orgasmic bliss, I still wanted to be close to her. To have her scent filling my nostrils and her heartbeat echoing mine.

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