Page 21 of Until Forever Comes
I moaned and thrust up into his hand. “That’s not… I didn’t…. What contradictions?”
“You said male shifters have to tie with female shifters, right?” he asked. “That whole business about females being connected to their humanity and males being connected to their wolf. But then you said true mates can tie only with each other.”
He was stroking me in slow, even pulls, his hand warm and right and perfect. It was hard to concentrate. “Yes,” I said. “That’s right.”
“If I’m your true mate, Ethan,” he whispered into my ear, his hot breath making me tremble, “that means you can’t tie with anybody else.”
“Can’t,” I said. “Won’t. Promise.”
“Well, then, how’re you going to hold onto your human half, wolf?” He rubbed his thumb over my crown, spreading the early seed that had formed there. “I’m not a female shifter.”
I tangled my fingers in his hair and pushed his head up so I could look into his eyes. “I told you already, I ain’t never been right. In my human side, I hurt. My wolf couldn’t come out. But when you fed from me, everything got better.”
“Yeah, I got it. You have too much blood in your body, and it kept your wolf down. But what does that have to do with your true mate tying rule?” he asked.
He was too big, too strong for me to flip him over, but I managed to get out from under him and climb onto his back, tucking my chin over his shoulder and speaking directly into his ear.
“We tied together in the way of your kind, vampire,” I said. “You pierced me with your fangs, drew out my blood.” I trembled with the memory of how good that had felt, him feeding from me. “Your tie healed me, released my wolf. And you said it helped you too, said you feel better, warmer.” I rubbed my erection against his backside. “Will you let me tie with you in the way of my kind? I know you don’t need it to take a wolf form. I can’t rightly say that I need it to hold my human, but”—my voice shook with desire—“will you let me inside, Miguel? I want you.”
He stretched out and started moving off the mattress, so I thought he was denying me. But then he fumbled for something on the floor and reached back, thrusting something in my direction. I picked up what he held in his palm and squinted in the low light, trying to make out the words.
“It’s cream,” Miguel said. “With what you’re packing, too much will be barely enough.” I had no idea what he meant, so I stayed as I was, perched on his back looking at a container of hand cream. Miguel looked over his shoulder and met my gaze. “I know you’re new to this, wolf, so take my word for it.”
Then he turned back around and wiggled until he was settled comfortably on his belly, resting his head across his folded arms. It was awe-inducing, having such a strong, large man lying before me, putting himself at my mercy, in my care.
I knelt above him, straddling his hips. With my free hand, I caressed his skin reverently. It was cooler than mine, but not cold, definitely warmer now than he’d been when we’d necked in the street. I scooted down as I touched, running my hand over his broad shoulders, his muscular back, his rounded backside.
When my fingers came close to the crease, he spread his legs and pulled his knees underneath him, holding his body like a frog. That position raised his behind higher and spread his cheeks, leaving what was usually hidden to the world exposed to me. I trembled as I moved my hand into his trench, fingering the hot skin gently, getting closer and closer to the puckered rosebud in the center. When I gave a barely there drag with one finger, he moved and canted his backside even higher.
I kept my finger on that target, rubbing circles around it, wanting to push inside. That was when I remembered the cream I’d been handed, and its purpose became apparent. I fumbled in my initial attempts to open the lid, my hands shaking so hard in anticipation of what was to come that I couldn’t get a good grip. Eventually, I managed to pry the lid off the blasted container and coat my finger with the thick, slick substance inside.
“Fuck, yes, Ethan,” Miguel moaned when I coated his entrance with the cream. His crass words caused a tightening in my lower region, ramping up my arousal. “Feels good,” he added breathlessly. I dropped the cream, whimpering as I rushed to squeeze my erection in order to keep myself from spilling in reaction to his heated tone, to the knowledge that I evoked those feelings in this intimidating, powerful, stunning man.
Brown eyes looked at me over a muscular shoulder. “Are you okay, wolf?” Miguel asked.
I nodded, my head bobbing quickly. “Want you so much,” I gasped. “I’ve never—” I gulped. “Never felt like this.” I blushed. “Sorry,” I said. “I know I’m inexperienced and—”
“I’ve never felt like this either,” he confessed, his eyes softer, his smile warmer. “C’mere, baby.” Miguel gestured with his chin, indicating that he wanted me to lie on top of him once more. I did as he asked and he reached for the discarded cream, dipped his fingers inside and scooped out a generous portion. Then he straightened his left arm, supporting all of his weight on it, and reached back with his right, coating my throbbing prick in the cool, slippery substance.
“Miguel!” I shouted and shook, instinctively thrusting forward into his fist.
“Shhh,” he whispered and pushed back as he encouraged me to move forward, not stopping until the smooth, rounded head of my penis was pressed against his inviting entrance.
He moaned and rocked back, circling his pelvis, then moved his hand to my hip and pulled me forward, and before I knew it, I’d pressed through a tight ring, and I shouted and cried and begged until I was completely connected to my mate, buried in silky, tight heat.
“Oh,” I gasped. “Oh, Lord.”
“Good?” he asked, his voice rough.
I collapsed on top of Miguel, pressing my chest to his back and circling my hips against his firm globes. I pressed my lips against his nape, tasting his sweat-slick skin. “So good,” I whispered.
He stroked my thigh and then raised himself to his hands and knees beneath me. “For me too. Now show me what you can do with that monster, baby.”
I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do anything but spill my seed, but the need to thrust was undeniable, leaving me unable to stay still. I moved my hips back, shivering at the exquisite pleasure of hot skin dragging across my hard length, and then I shoved forward, gasping along with my mate, the pleasure nearly overwhelming.
Somewhere along the way, my brain shut down and instinct took over. I slid in and out of his channel at a frantic pace, grunting and gasping, and Miguel met every pump, pushing back, begging for more.
“Yeah, baby, like that. Damn, you’re huge, stretch me so good. Yes, Ethan. Yes!”
