Page 91 of Fangs for the Memories
“Absolutely.” Ferenc tosses me easily into his arms. “It’s what I’ve been waiting for.”
He strides out of the salon to cheers and applause, thus compounding the British propensity to express approval in this way for anything from dropping a plate to winning a World Cup. Or, in this case, the fact I’m going to be railed within an inch of my life by my werewolf mate.
And I am going to savour every second.
As soon as we enter the elevator, Ferenc has his lips on mine and his hand sliding into my knickers.
“I’m not going to make it to the suite, kedves. I need you here and now.”
“Here?”
His claws tear away the soft silk, and a slight chill hits my skin as he dips in a digit and swirls it up inside me. My already needy body grasps at him with everything I have.
“Here,” he growls, setting me on my feet and unzipping his pants. “Mount you and mate you.” He hits the stop button on the console. “Right here.”
I’m spun to face the wall, and his hands hitch my long red dress up over my thighs, to my waist, the one thing I had handy to put on when we left Lucy’s flat.
I’m grateful beyond belief for it now.
Something hard and wet presses against my buttocks, and my legs are summarily nudged wider with taps at my ankles.
“Easy, little mate,” Ferenc growls in my ear, one hand on my hip and the other making its way down my arm to where I havehold of the wall. “I can’t be slow or gentle. I need to take you with everything I have.”
His cock breaches my entrance, and if anything, it seems larger and thicker than ever, the burn as he slides into me akin almost to the most pleasurable pain I’ve felt in my life.
“Grace,” Ferenc groans, “you will be the absolute death of me. So tight, so perfect.”
Jaws clamp around my neck, holding me in place as he goes deeper and deeper until finally he seats himself before withdrawing and slamming back, making my entire body shudder and causing me to yell his name.
But the pleasure is only the beginning. Ferenc is intent on making every inch of me sing with desire. He spans a hand over my stomach, his fingers reaching down and down until he is circling my clit, touching me and touching himself as he continues to thrust, circling his hips with every movement, groaning my name.
I’m entirely bound to him, my fate in his hands, and it can only be a climax which crashes through me like a tsunami of ecstasy, my channel clutching at him, pulsing as I call out his name, my voice already hoarse.
“Kedves,” Ferenc moans into my hair, “can you take my knot? I need to give it to you.”
“But we’ll be tied…”
“Not now you are in pup. You can take it all, so I can give it to you over and over again.”
My pussy floods with moisture, so much my thighs are slippery. It’s as if my body wants him, so, so much, it’s making ready.
“Mate,” Ferenc rasps, pounding at me.
I feel the swell of his knot, the huge bulge which nudges insistently at me. Ferenc’s thumb sweeps around my clit oncemore, pressing on the sensitive nub and tipping me into climax once again.
With a tremendous thrust from him, I stretch wider than ever. A tremendous pinch and he has buried his knot in me. Hips swinging, he withdraws, and the feeling is even better than I could have possibly imagined, both a loss and a gain, something to clamp down on, which, with yet another dip of his hips, he slides inside again, giving me his knot and taking it away.
I think I’m in heaven. The deliciously obscene sounds of our lovemaking, of his knot reaming me fully, of his growls, snarls, and whimpers as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm until finally, finally, with a roar which shakes the elevator, he clutches me to him and erupts, hot cum searing my channel as he continues to pump over and over into me.
“My Grace,” Ferenc rasps. “My mate, my everything. Let me claim you with my bite.”
“Yes,” I respond, my voice a hoarse whisper. “Claim me, Ferenc. Claim me now.”
A soft nose runs up my neck and back down again, and sharp fangs send spikes of desire through me. But when he bites, I don’t feel pain. Instead it’s like I’m coming all over again. Starbursts circle my vision. I’m cradled in warm arms and brought back to earth oh-so-gently.
“You are mine, Grace. Now and for eternity.”
Grace
