Page 39 of The Reluctant Wolf and His Fated Mate
Sophie pulled his weight on top of her. “Please,” she begged.
He slid the tip inside. A low groan vibrated deep within his chest at this sweet, sweet ecstasy.
Pushing further in, she tensed. He allowed her to relax and accommodate him before he penetrated deeper into her tight channel.
“You okay?” He cupped her face and gazed into her eyes.
She’d bit her lip, but released it. “Yes.” She exhaled. “It’s been a while. And you’re quite big.”
“If it’s too much, you let me know.”
“It’s not.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper inside her.
What sweet nirvana. What bliss. He moved in and out of her with deep, slow circles, relishing the exquisite sensations.
His wolf pounced inside, euphoric that they were finally going to claim their mate.
And then Damon knew. He finally understood what his wolf had been harping about for six months—Sophie was his mate.
No matter how much he’d been fighting it, no matter how he struggled, the universe had deemed it as true. She was the one for him, the only one. And he’d do anything for her—protect her, cherish her…
Love her.
His fangs emerged from his gums and with it, an overpowering urge to pierce her skin.
Bite her, his wolf urged.Mark her as ours.
Not yet,Damon warned. He wasn’t going to claim her without her consent. She didn’t even know what he was. He couldn’t just go and bite her.
Why not? We want this. She’s ours!
Because she doesn’t know.
She doesn’t know. Despite how right this felt, and how they might have felt about each other, how could she truly accept him without knowing what he was?
Damon wouldn’t think of it now. He forced himself to hide his fangs and hoped they’d recede before she noticed them and was terrified.
Nothing would keep him from enjoying what he’d craved for so long. His thrusts grew deeper, quicker. Sophie arched her pelvis against him, meeting each thrust with a moan or a sigh.
Desire grew higher, faster…
No, not yet. Not before she came again.
Damon pulled back before he exploded. He flipped her onto all fours. She glanced over her shoulder with such a sensual look, he’d never forget that vision. Her plump ass was meant to be touched and admired. He caressed and then squeezed the soft flesh.
Then he penetrated her from behind, tremendously enjoying the sensation at this angle. He gripped her hips and filled her, thrusting in and out. Flesh met flesh with decadent slaps, which were drowned out by her increasing moans and yelps.
His fangs burned to taste her. At least, he didn’t have to worry about hiding them from this position.
He reached around and found her clit, applying more pressure as he slammed into her over and over again. Her body coiled, tightening, as she reached higher.
“Oh, Damon,” she cried. Her back bowed and then she fell forward.
Her wet honey coated him as she pulsed around him. The grip was so tight, so hot, he had no chance of resisting that pleasurable squeeze. He gripped her hips and pounded into her, making her scream out as he exploded.
For an eternity or maybe just seconds, he couldn’t move, shaken by the experience. Not only was the physical release more explosive than anything he’d experienced, the emotional connection undid him.
Finally, he rolled onto his back and pulled her against him. As he held her, he knew with a certainty that he’d never question this again. She was the only one for him and he’d do anything for her from his point forward. His life was forever changed.
