Page 53 of Wolf's Claimed Mate
“Just Conall is perfect,” I told him, kissing him. “I don’t care about power here. I don’t care about your wolf politics or dynamics. Beta, alpha, whatever. It doesn’t matterto me.”
Conall groaned as if relieved but also aroused by that statement, and then his cock was there, the head of him slidinginto me. I expected it to hurt more, and itdid, but the pleasure and the way he held me was overwhelming enough that I didn’t focus on the pain or the stretch. He was big, and I gasped at the size, as he kept inching in until he was fully inside me.
He tugged on the back of the collar, groaning as my walls fluttered around him, constricting. “I’m sorry,” I gasped, unsure if that would hurt, but I couldn’t stop clenching.
“It’s good,” he groaned brokenly. He dropped his forehead against mine. “God, you feel good. You’re fucking tight, Sasha.”
I moaned on a laugh as he pulsed inside me. All men said that, right? But I likelywas. I’d never had a man’s cock in me before.
“Move,” I begged, needing that friction, that stimulation. The closeness. The thrusting and the speed. “Let go in me, Conall. Let go of it all.”
And he did. Conall began to thrust into me with abandon, his guttural moans ricocheting around the cabin, mingling with mine. Pleasure burst through me in waves, dragging me under every time I thought I had a grasp on it. When he yanked my hips up, I gasped and cried out, clawing at the bedsheets. I didn’t think it would feel thisgood.
My clit pulsed, and Conall thumbed it, making me shout, the stimulation almost painful because of how aroused I was. His brows were pinched, his mouth open as he fucked me into the sheets. It was animalistic yet careful; rough but attentive. He never stopped touching me. A handful of my ass, or my breasts, toying with the nipples, brushing my hip bones, flattening his hand over my stomach.
My legs wrapped tighter around him, my heels digging into his back as if I could keep him with him like that. As I gazedup at him, so fully connected and full of him like I had never been with another person, I realized the horrifying truth that Iwantedthis. Not just the sex but him. It sank fear into my skin, and I buried my face in his neck, pulling him down to me.
His own moans pressed into my skin, and a whine built in my throat. I didn’t want it to ever stop, but my orgasm was fast rising. My pussy tightened around his cock and Conall short, aborted breaths had me growing ever closer to that edge.
I had a momentary panic of not knowing if he should pull out or not. I stuttered out a gasping moan when Conall grabbed a fistful of my hair and exposed my neck, growling as he licked a certain spot.Mating mark. It wouldn’t ever be the same for us, but there was something about him trying to imitate it that had me hurtling into my orgasm.
His cock swelled in me, pulsing, as he chased his own climax.
“Conall,” I keened, my hips rising to meet his short, fast thrusts. They were wild, uncontrolled now, frantic, as we chased our highs.
Conall’s hand settled on my throat, his fingers wrapped around my neck. My eyelashes fluttered as I moaned.
“Come for me, kitty,” he told me, his voice so deep and rough, that I shivered. His other hand clasped my clit, and I screamed his name as I flew off that edge, right into an earth-shattering orgasm.
I sobbed through it, the pleasure overwhelming. I couldn’t control my body nor my expression, but Conall watched everything, smiling, he pulled out when I came, gushing the way I had in my kitchen the other day, and without hesitation, he pushed back in. A few more thrusts and he was in the throes of his own pleasure.
My name was a delicious sound, falling from his lips as he finished in me.
But the arousal still built in me, and I was still wet and aching, exhausted but still aroused. I giggled as I pushed Conall back, straddling him.
He gave me a tired, satisfied grin. “You want to know the good thing about wolf shifters, Sasha?” I nodded as I leaned in to kiss him. He returned the kiss lightly, still smiling. “We have virtually no refractory period.”
I giggled as I began to rock my hips. His cock was soft in me now, a strange sensation,
but I didn’t stop. And Conall didn’t stop me, either, not even as he was worked into oversensitivity.
Within a minute, he was getting hard again, and I found out that I quite liked riding him into more orgasms as well.
Chapter 22 - Conall
I lay in the double bed in the safe house, the sheets tucked around my hips, and Sasha’s body curled into mine. Her thigh slung around my own, teasing my skin that was still sensitive. Her head was on my chest, and I stroked her hair idly.
I couldn’t compromise the safe house being what it was or updating Fenrys with what had happened, so I sent a quick text, typing with one hand so I didn’t have to move from Sasha.
Lovers’ getaway.
I hoped he’d understand. It would at least let him and Thalia know why I’d be quiet for a while. The signal by the lake was spotty anyway. I threw my phone back onto the bedside table.
Sasha hummed, turning to face me. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I smiled down at her, tucking hair behind her ear. Her skin was warm from sex and the bed, and I brushed down her neck and shoulder.
“Lovers, hm?” she asked mischievously.
“Well, that’s what we are, sort of, right?”
