Page 54 of The Wolf's Bullied Mate
I moaned his name.
“Yes, like that,” he said in his alpha tone. “Know who’s bringing you pleasure.”
“Oliver,” I moaned again.
He put another finger inside me, thrusting them both in and out. I moved my hips, riding his fingers and his face while I moaned desperately, wanting more and more. Finally, I came. Oliver continued to lick at me as if he wanted to lick me clean of my juices.
When he looked up at me again, his eyes were so full of lust and love; the sight made my heart melt.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you too,” I said softly back to him.
He stood up and positioned himself between my legs. He pushed himself inside me, first with a shallow thrust, then with deeper and deeper thrusts until he was completely sheathed inside of me. He gave me a moment to adjust to his size.
“You’re mine, Pauline,” he said.
“I’m yours,” I whispered.
He thrust inside me again and again, fucking me slowly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and matched his rhythm with the bucking of my hips.
Still, it wasn’t enough.
“Faster,” I moaned. “Harder, Oliver.”
A growl escaped his lips, and he started moving more frantically. He adjusted the direction slightly, hitting my G-spot. I came again, almost seeing stars. The bond between us felt more material.
I reached out to him with my mind and heart, and—just as Oliver came too—I tugged on the bond. An answering tug came from him, and the bond snapped into place, making the both of us come again, harder than ever.
“You’re mine now,” I heard his voice.
“And you’re mine,” I answered.
We both laughed happily, knowing that we could now hear each other’s thoughts and feel each other’s emotions through the bond. Our wolves jumped happily in our souls.
We were mates, and we had finally found each other.
Oliver rolled off of me and sat up on the bed. He then picked me up like I weighed nothing and sat me down on his lap.
“Another round,” he groaned.
“Already?” I raised my eyebrows.
He deposited me more firmly on his erection—his dick was rock-hard again.
“Ride me,” he said in his alpha tone.
I couldn’t disobey him when he talked to me that way. I didn’t want to. I smiled and pushed myself down on him. Then I found a rhythm moving up and down on his length while moaning his name.
Oliver grabbed my hips and increased the pace, hitting my G-spot harder with each thrust.
In no time, I fell apart again, looking into Oliver’s eyes. I saw so much love and adoration in them—I wanted to forever bask in the sun of his gaze.
Oliver was my mate: mine, mine, mine. I would never let him go. We would always be together from now on, loving each other, forming a family. We would grow old together, and nothing could ever break us apart.
I had found in him what I had been looking for all my days—peace and serenity. He was my protector, my husband, and the love of my life.
Epilogue - Oliver
