Page 33 of Smoke and Blood

Chanin didn’t know who had named it completion because he wasn’t finished with Morlie tonight.Pulling out, he shifted until he lined his mouth with hers and kissed her.He would never get enough of her mouth.Unlike before, Morlie wasn’t hesitant in her kiss.She didn’t sit back and let him lead it.Instead, she was a voraciously willing partner in their oral coupling.

Ending the kiss, he rolled his mate over for the second time that night.Except this time, he pulled her up to her knees before him.When she started to rise to her hands, he pressed his palm between her shoulders and kept her upper body low even as he knocked her knees out wide with his.The view of her lush ass in this position made his dick harder.His erection had barely receded from his climax.Now it was steel and pointing due north like the needle of a compass towards Morlie’s pussy.Gripping his rock-hard shaft, he lined his head with her pretty, pink-berry opening.

Earlier, he’d slid into her, gentle and easy, knowing it was her first time.But he drove into her in one long, deep thrust this time.She had the man before; now she’d have his beast.

She whimpered but pressed her shoulders lower into the sheets as she tilted her ass higher.

Fuck.“Fuck.”Fuck.Seeing how she offered herself to him drove him insane.His words switched back and forth from his mind to his mouth of their own accord.

This woman was his equal, his perfect match.

Gripping her hips, he held her firm and pistoned forward in a steady pounding rhythm.It wasn’t only his lust for her that continued to climb, barreling him toward a satisfactory end, but a greater need.Something more primal.He stared down at his length, entering and exiting her tight sheath.The evidence of Morlie’s heightened desire and pleasure was revealed in how she wascreamingfor him.The milky sheen coated his shaft more and more as he pulled out.

It gave him joy to see and feel her desire for him.Even though his body demanded he take her rough, he would have gotten little satisfaction from it if Morlie was simply bent before him taking it.That was the last thing his mate was doing.

He stared over the curve of her ass, the ass that was bucking and slapping against his groin, and continued his gaze down her spine until it rested on the curve of her neck where he would place his bite.Morlie turned her head and pressed the side of her face into the bed; her hands fisted the sheets as if holding them for purchase.

Chanin could have told her there was no need because his hold on her hips wouldn’t let her get far from him.

“Harder, harder, harder...Chanin.”

Her voice was hoarse from her screams of ecstasy, but he had no problem hearing her begging.Her petition did something to him, released something inside of him that he had barely kept leashed—his wolf.

“Yes, yes, mate,” he answered as he felt the growth of his nails into sharp tips.His fingers flexed, his nails cut into her skin as he pushed and pulled her again, and again, and again along his cock.

Chanin stared down at the markings, no longer seeing them through a man's eyes but a wolf's amber lens.Everything had a warm, golden-orange glow, but it was much clearer, in technicolor.His gums around his canine stung and burned, but unlike in the shower, he didn’t fight to hold them back; he let his teeth elongate.Serum seeped from the pores behind his long teeth and dripped onto his tongue, thick, tangy, and sweet.

He wanted to growl, run into the woods, and howl at a moonless sky.

Moving one hand from her backside, he leaned forward and slipped it under her chest.He pressed his palm flat between her breasts and felt the strong, fast cadence of her heart.Still fucking her, he pulled her up until the cool, damp skin of her back pressed against his chest.

Lowering his head, he dragged his nose over the silky skin from her neck to the curve of her shoulder.He loved her smell and the feel of her soft flesh.

“Chanin?”Her question was hesitant.

When she tried to turn and look at him over her shoulder, he lifted his other hand to the short coils of her hair.He fisted it, pulling her head to the side and availing the slope between her neck and shoulder to his waiting mouth.

The scent of her anxiety toward the situation was staining the air around them.It wasn’t that she feared him or was truly afraid, but often, when someone sensed the ultimate bite coming, their flight or fright kicked in.Morlie’s body drew so tight that her pussy was strangling his dick.

And the sick wolfish bastard that he was, he reveled in it and fucked her harder.

“Um...wait...maybe—”

“Trust me, little bunny.Trust me.”

She inhaled, then swallowed.“Okaaay.I—”

Her piercing scream cut off her words as Chanin's jaws snapped into her flesh and surrounded her trapezius muscle, his upper and lower canines burrowing deep.

He held tight to her and allowed his serum to seep into the holes and flood her bloodstream, beginning the process that would alter her DNA.

Morlie bucked against his hold first, and then her body shook, an uncontrollable orgasm overtaking her.One for her became two for him that turned into three for her and a fourth for him...on and on.

Neither of them could stop coming.He was no longer thrusting but just buried himself to the hilt and allowed the climaxes to rocket through him, explosions of ecstasy.He became lightheaded from the sensuous pleasure and mentally floated high above the earth with his mate.

Finally, the stream of serum stopped, and he unlocked his jaw and pulled his mouth away.

He looked down at the bite; it was vicious, bloody, and angry.The holes were gaped, and red and purple discoloration was starting on her skin.He allowed saliva to pool in his mouth as he shifted closer again, taking his time to lick across her wound until he covered every bit of raw flesh.

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