Page 76 of Feral Mates
A moan escaped her lips and she attempted to pull away, but I refused to allow her. She managed to rise from my cock, leaving only the tip inside. I lifted my hips, impaling her once again. My shaft was already swelling, filling her completely. When I finally pulled our lips free, she laughed then gasped.
She was as needy as I was, her drunken hunger creating a frenzy of need that neither one of us could ignore. As she rocked againstme, shifting her hips back and forth, I was forced to take shallow breaths.
Her face lit up when I growled, the sound warning her of my dominance.
When she squeezed her pussy muscles, I stopped being able to breathe at all.
I couldn’t think.
Couldn’t see.
All I wanted was to fill her with my seed.
She kissed me again, harder this time, the fire burning between us unsettling and raw. I lost the ability to be tender, her sharp moan ripping the idea from my head, taking the last of my control.
I fucked her like the animal I was, brutal and unyielding, driving my dick so deep inside she whimpered in protest.
Or calling to me, hungering for more.
She slipped her hand behind my neck, digging her fingernails into my flesh. It was as if she was holding on for dear life. As if I would ever allow her to fall.
With her hand pushing against my chest and breaking our connection, she laughed softly and darted her eyes back and forth across mine.
Her eyelids were half open, long lashes skimming across the shimmer of her cheeks. Morning had just dawned, leaving a splash of colorful light coming in through the open blinds. The rays accentuated her beauty, defining her as a woman.
The sadistic side of me wanted to conquer and control, but the human part of me wanted to see her thrive, to be able to nurture the budding wolf in her.
Even if only sexually.
Now we were both struggling to maintain control, moving together as one while my wolf suffered in silence. There was no mistaking her thoughts or her needs by the way she rode me, bucking hard against my body. The frenzy continued, sweat covering both our bodies.
While my pulse hammered, the hard thudding of my heart slamming against my chest walls, she continued to pant even more aggressively. She pursed her lips, laughing softly, her mind spinning with thoughts and possibilities.
We were wild together, the hunger reaching a plateau. I could feel her inner core ready to explode and as her pussy clenched tightly around my cock, she struggled to free herself from my hold.
The moment I dropped my hand from the back of her neck, she threw her head back, issuing a soulful howl.
I’d be damned if it didn’t sound like that of a wolf in heat. A low sound escaped my throat, deep and guttural, and she laughed again.
There was something truly special about Savannah. Her entire life and everything she’d been taught had been upended, yet she’d shown a warrior’s spirit through and through.
A perfect mate.
In my humble opinion.
When I nipped at the base of her throat, her body spasmed instantly in response.
“Oh, yes. Yes. Please, more. Yes.” Every word dripping from her mouth fueled the fire burning deep within.
I fucked her even harder, lifting my hips off the chair, my thrusts brutal and unforgiving. Yet she wanted more. Hell, we both did.
So I gave it to her, the force enough the chair was rocking. The friction was incredible, pushing us, guiding us. I refused to stop, pumping even harder, faster as she succumbed to a powerful orgasm.
It was amazing to watch, before being with her something I’d never known existed.
We rocked together, our needs escalating. I felt my cock swelling, my knot expanding. She lowered her head, studying me intently. With her lips pursed and her eyes glassy, to me she was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen.
And she was mine. Maybe I would be sharing her, but that didn’t change my thoughts for the future or the hunger furrowing inside.
