Page 37 of Once You Go Pack
He laid her down gently on the workout bench and took a moment to drink in the sight of her beautiful body before him. But his wolf’s desire wouldn’t let him pause for long. He leaned down and began kissing her neck, trailing his lips along the delicate curve of her throat, and feeling the rapid pulse of herheartbeat. Her hands gripped his shoulders as he moved lower, his lips closing around one taut nipple. She gasped, arching into him, and he felt a surge of primal satisfaction.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. “And every sound you make is driving me wild.”
Her response was a moan as he moved lower, his hands sliding down to grip her thighs. He spread her legs, his gaze locking with hers as he leaned in, his breath brushing against her inner thigh. She was already slick with arousal, her scent intoxicating, and he couldn’t hold back any longer.
He dipped his head, his tongue flicking over her clit in a slow, deliberate stroke. She cried out, her hips jerking off the bench, and he grinned against her skin.
“Relax,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “Let me take care of you.”
He worked her clit with his tongue, alternating between slow, teasing strokes and relentless, rapid flicks. Her hands tangled in his hair, her thighs trembling as he inserted a finger inside her, curling it just right to hit that spot that made her scream.
After several minutes of his tongue and finger moving in perfect synchronization to draw out her pleasure, her orgasm ripped through her with powerful force. Her body convulsed and arched off the bench as she cried out her ecstasy.
But he didn’t stop, coaxing her through every wave of pleasure until she was boneless and breathless beneath him.
He soon lifted his head, his eyes glowing with satisfaction as he gazed up at her. “You’re incredible, Mila,” he growled softly.
Her response was a soft smile as she reached for him, her hands trembling as she pulled him up to kiss her. There was no hesitation in her now—only trust and desire.
And he knew, as he kissed her passionately again, that he would do anything to keep that trust, to keep her safe, and to keep her his.
Cade’s breath hitched as he pulled back from the kiss, his eyes blazing with primal intensity. His hands trembled as they gripped her hips, the weight of his wolf’s demands pressing against his chest like a thunderstorm. He leaned his forehead against hers, his voice low and rough, carrying the growl of his wolf.
“Can I claim you, Mila?” he asked, the words heavy with urgency and need. “I don’t want to hold back anymore.”
Her blue eyes met his, unwavering and filled with trust. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice soft but firm. “You can claim me, Cade.”
The moment she said it, his wolf howled with triumph, the mate bond between them singing. He kissed her again, fierce and consuming, as he positioned himself between her thighs. His hand shook slightly as he guided himself to her entrance, his cock throbbing with the need to be inside her.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured against her lips, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “I’ll stop if it is.”
“No,” she replied, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “Please don’t stop.”
He pressed into her slowly, inch by inch, his body shuddering at the tight, wet warmth enveloping him. Her breath hitched, and she let out a loud, keening moan that sent a thrill through him. He paused when he was fully seated inside her, giving her a moment to adjust to his large size. Her body clenched around him, and he groaned, his head falling forward as he fought for control.
“You feel amazing,” he growled, his hips grinding against hers. “So perfect.”
Her hands slid down his back, her nails digging into his skin. “Move, Cade,” she pleaded, her voice breathless and urgent. “Please.”
He obeyed, rocking into her with slow, deliberate thrusts. The bench creaked beneath them, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was the way she gasped and arched into him, her body responding to his every movement. Her scent—lavender and arousal—filled his senses, and her warmth seeped into him, grounding him and claiming him just as much as he was claiming her.
“Faster,” she begged, her nails leaving trails of heat down his back. “I need more.”
Her plea shattered the last shreds of his restraint. He plunged into her with deeper, harder thrusts, the workout bench groaning in protest. Her moans turned into cries of pleasure, each one driving him closer to the edge. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even deeper, and he growled in satisfaction, his wolf reveling in the primal connection.
“You’re mine,” he snarled, his hips snapping against hers with relentless force. “All mine.”
The bench gave a final, pitiful creak before collapsing beneath them, sending them tumbling to the ground in a heap of limbs. He froze, worried he’d hurt her, but she just laughed—a light, breathless sound that made his chest ache.
“Don’t stop,” she said, her laughter fading into a moan as she arched her hips against him. “Please.”
He growled, shifting to cradle her hips as he resumed his relentless pace. Her laughter turned into gasps and cries of pleasure, her body writhing beneath him. He felt her tightening around him, her climax building, and he drove into her harder, determined to wring every ounce of pleasure from her.
“Come for me, Mila,” he commanded gently. “Let go.”
She did, her body convulsing with the force of her release. Her scream of his name was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. Her pleasure tipped him over the edge, and he thrust into herone final time before spilling inside her, his roar of release echoing through the gym.
For a moment, he just held her, their bodies still connected, and their breaths ragged. Her warmth seeped into him, calming the restless beast inside him. The mate bond burned brighter, even without the formal mate mark.
