Page 13 of Night with a Gamma
Harrison lifts me so I’m sitting up with a bit of space between us. He takes hold of his cock, dragging the thick head back and forth past my opening, nudging against my sensitive clit on each stroke.
I love the way he notices and smiles every time I twitch. He’s so attentive. Somehow that’s just as sexy as his deep ocean eyes and massive chest that I see has a big compass with two swallowbirds around it. He’s always studying my reactions, figuring out what I need. Having someone so dedicated to my comfort and well-being… A girl could really get used to this treatment. Nothing in my life has ever been smooth or easy so I don’t want to get my hopes up just yet. But just for tonight, I want to believe in the possibility that my mate could continue to pick me over and over..
He stares into my eyes, smiling gently as he brushes firmly over my clit, then dips his cock into my wetness just enough to make us both hum in anticipation. I nod, then he notches himself a bit deeper before gripping my hips with both hands. “Go ahead, gorgeous. Settle down on me, nice and slow, baby.”
Gripping his massive shoulders, I spread my knees a bit wider, getting a feel for how much pressure it takes to work him an inch or so deeper. The pleasure is so overwhelming it makes my knees wobble a bit, but Harrison holds me firmly. I know he would never let me fall. Never hurt me intentionally.
I realize with a start that that’s probably why he hasn’t just rolled me over and thrust inside me. He’s willing to take his time and hold his wolf back so that I’m in control, so I don’t feel any pain.
Oh, shit. “Breathe, Wren,” he murmurs, suddenly looking very serious as he stares down between us, his length moving slowly in and out using careful, shallow strokes.
I love the way Harrison shifts between serious and sweet. Playful and thoughtful while concentrating on the task at hand. I bet I’m the only person who’s ever really seen this side of him. How weird to feel like I already know him so deeply. With our bodies interlocked, his complete focus on my pleasure, I already know it’s true.
He stretches up, his plush lips brushing mine softly. A small, insistent voice in the back of my head tells me to be greedy, toget as many kisses as possible from this breathtaking man before something goes wrong, because it inevitably will.
Shifting my hands down further, I force myself to focus on this incredible moment. The sultry look in my mate’s eyes as he realizes what I’m about to do. Lifting up as high as I can, I slowly wriggle down, lowering my hips to gradually capture every hot, thick inch of his glorious cock. I’m so wet that it doesn’t hurt at all. It’s a bit awkward until I find the right angle, but only for a moment.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs. “So damn hot, baby.”
Working slowly, I lift and lower, finding a deep, slow rhythm that feels so good I almost keep forgetting to breathe. His huge, rough hands trace all over my curves, caressing every sensitive spot, as if he wants to memorize every dip and valley.
Just as I feel the tension gathering in my lower belly he looks up with a smile, slowly licking his right thumb. He brings it to my clit, and I cry out from a fresh wave of pleasure. How does he already know how to work my body so well?
“That’s it, gorgeous.” His deep voice has become a low, savage growl that sends prickles up my spine. “Come all over my cock. Then when you’re nice and sloppy wet, I’m going to flip you over and fuck you so hard. Would you like that, baby?”
Nodding my head eagerly, I move a bit faster, working up and down his entire length. The fluttering of his thumb against my clit ignites the smoldering fire that has been building.
The climax hits me slowly, a wave of heat and power, flooding my system until I cry out, falling forward against his chest as his hips rock against me. I can feel his knot starting to swell inside me as he thrusts to the hilt. It’s so intense I can hardly see, breathe, do anything except feel the pressure of him inside me. A blood orange light emits from my hands. He growls low in his chest, then I feel it, the sharp sting of his fangs in my shoulder. Marking me for all to see. My mate mark.
“Mine.” He hums low and it sounds like his wolf pushed through to contribute his thought on making me his as well.
I collapse, jellylike, as his arms gather around to hold me tightly. “That was…” I sputter. “A-mazing. Damn.”
“Oh, we’re not done yet, gorgeous.” He tips up my chin to study my eyes. “You want more, baby?” How is that even a question?
“Yes. I want everything you have to give me.”
7
HOOKED ON HER
Harrison
As I standin the kitchenette, the cool air of the small apartment wraps around me, contrasting sharply with the warmth I left behind in bed. It’s a strange sensation, this juxtaposition of heat and cool, but it mirrors the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. Wren, my Little Bird, is sprawled across the sheets, her hair a tousled halo of golden waves that glimmers softly in the morning light filtering through the curtains. I can still feel the echoes of our earlier intimacy — her laughter, whispered secrets, and the way she melted against me like I was her safe harbor.
I open the refrigerator, scanning its contents. There’s the flavored water she likes, and I spot the peach juice she mentioned earlier. Just the thought of her sweet smile when I bring it back to her fills me with warmth. I pour the juice into a glass, the liquid glistening like sunlight captured in a vessel. As I turn back toward the bedroom, the moment is interrupted by a soft thud and a rustle. I look down and nearly jump out of my skin.
Shadow stares up at me with one wide yellow eye and the other half-closed, the embodiment of nonchalance. The black cat stretches languidly, unfazed by my presence. I’ve never been a cat person. Wolves and cats don’t exactly share the same territory, but for Wren, I’ll endure the occasional hairball and midnight purring. After all, she has given me a reason to embrace the peculiar — she is my reason.
“Hey, Shadow,” I mutter, bending down to scratch the cat’s chin. He lets out a low purr, and I can’t help but chuckle. “You’re lucky you’re Wren’s favorite. Otherwise, I’d have tossed you out the window.” I stand up, shaking my head at my own absurdity as I make my way back to the bed.
Wren is still waiting, her arms outstretched like she’s welcoming me back from a long journey. The sight of her, soft and inviting, makes my heart race. I hand her the glass, and our fingers brush against each other. The contact sends a ripple of warmth through me, a reminder of how deeply connected we’ve become in such a short time.
“Thank you,” she says, her voice a sleepy melody that dances through the air. As she brings the glass to her lips, I take a moment to drink in the sight of her. The way the sunlight kisses her skin, the delicate arch of her neck, the happiness radiating from her — she is a vision, and I’m utterly captivated.
“You’re welcome.” I climb back into bed, sliding under the covers beside her. The sheets are still warm from our earlier embrace, and I tuck my arm around her, pulling her close. She sighs contentedly, leaning into me, and I feel a sense of peace wash over us both.
“Do you think we’ll have time for another round before you have to leave for the pack?” I tease, my voice low and playful. Wren raises an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on her lips.
