Page 127 of Feral

Even make a fool of myself by spewing all of my feelings.

But instead of laughing or being frightened. Daphne sighed, a wide grin gracing her beautiful face.

“Yes, yes I want that. All of it!”

She launched herself at me and I caught her awkwardly. We went sprawling onto the floor, her body on top of mine, and I held her tight.

“My mate,” she whispered as she planted little kisses on my snout.

“Damn right ya are.”

I licked along her jaw and throat, down to the mark I’d left on her skin. The mark that was supposed to be a lie, a means to an end. But it was never that. Not from the first moment I laid eyes on this impossible female. This mark was one of the truest things I’d ever done.

“Mine,” I breathed against her.

She moaned and arched against me, fingers pulling on the fur at my shoulder. I could smell how wet she was already and I growled low in my throat. I needed to feel her around me, to seal this promise between us in the most carnal way.

I reached under her dress and used one claw to rip her delicate panties down the middle, my knuckle grazing her cunny. Daphne’s eyes widened and her lips parted. Without a word, she simply nodded in answer to my unspoken desire.

We shoved clothing out of the way, a desperate tangle of limbs and fabric, before I grabbed her around the waist and hauled her onto my lap. I was hard and waiting for her, shaking as I tried to hold onto some self-control.

But Daphne, my lusty mate, was having none of it.

She fisted me and brought my head to her wet heat, dragging me back and forth through her before notching me at her entrance. I panted as she worked herself slowly onto me. Our moans and growls rose thick on the air, and the smell of our bodies merging flooded my senses. Her hips rolled and sank onto me, deeper with each pass and I knew that this was what dying from bliss felt like. It wasn’t only the tight perfection of her body wrapping around me; it was the way she offered herself up to me, the way she’d embraced all of me. This was what I was like to be truly loved.

When my knot slipped past the lips of her cunny, both of our heads rolled back with a loud groan, and I could no longer let her take the lead. I was locked into her but still I thrusted, desperate to see her fall apart even as my own release was mere moments away. As her cries became mewls of intense pleasure and her cunny milked me tight, lightning coursed through my body and I spent deep inside of her on a roar.

Daphne slumped against me, my cock pulsing with the dregs of my orgasm. I held her close, a weight lifting off me at the knowledge that this thing between us didn’t have an expiration date. I could keep her, cherish her, protect her, be her partner in all the adventures she wanted out of life. A thrill shot through me and I smiled.

“I love ya,” I breathed against her hair. “I love ya, Daphne.”

Her fingers curled in my fur and she looked up at me, eyes shining and face glowing with joy. I resolved then and there to do everything I could to make sure she wore that expression as often as possible.

“I love you too, Fraser.MyWerewolf.”

I licked her lips and she giggled, then formed my lips to match hers and kissed her deep and long, just as she liked. When I was done plundering her mouth, Daphne curled against me with a sigh. I would’ve been content to remain here the rest of the day and night, but the sounds of the celebration were starting to pick up and I knew that we would have to leave soon.

“What now?” she asked.

“What do ya want? I’ll give ya anything ya ask.”

“Oh, that’s a dangerous promise!”

I chuckled.

“Naw, it’s not. Ask and it’s yers, my mate.”

She looked up at me, biting her bottom lip and flushed.

“I want a handfasting,” she said at last.

“A handfastin’?”

It wasn’t what I’d expected.

“Yes. I want the arch and flowers, and your family and I want to use the ribbon to bind us together for always. Is that alright?”

“When I said ya could have anythin’, I meant it. Of course we should have a ceremony, it’s only right. We did do things somewhat backwards though. The bite usually comes after the handfastin’ these days.”

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