Page 77 of Unforgivable

A whine gets caught in my throat. "No! I want to keep going." The discomfort is fading as I gently rock myself against him.

He's stock still. "Are you sure?" he rasps. "I can't hurt you. Never again, Pretty. Tell me... tell me what to do."

"Move, please," I beg him.

"How?" he sounds a little frantic. "What do I do? I've never-" he cuts himself off.

I stop rubbing myself on him like a cat (or she-wolf) in heat. "Rhet?" I murmur. Could he be..?

"Yeah?" his voice croaks out.

"Are you a virgin?"

"No. You... I hurt you, remember?" pleasure and pain tinge his voice.

"That was your first time?" Wow.

"Yeah, I'll explain later, not now, Lyri, pretty, I need to move," he mutters desperately.

"OK, my alpha, move. Let your wolf decide what to do," I help him. My wolf helped me before. I assume that Rhet's wolf will instinctively know what to do, too.

Half-a-heartbeat later, I know I'm right. This male is intent on giving me every inch of himself, and my she-wolf is just as determined to take it all.

"Oh, fuck, Rhet," I gasp.

He moves until we're in wolf-style. This may be my new favorite position. I'll have to tell the other males... Rhet grunts and growls, sometimes my name, occasionally soft curses. Rhet doesn't have the finesse of Thjis or Ezra, but he's making up for it with his enthusiasm.

A harsh whine explodes from his mouth a second before he explodes, too. Moaning, his fingers dig into my hips, his body flexing and shuddering against mine as he cums.

I whimper but bite my tongue to keep it inside. My orgasm is drifting away, just out of reach, and going further and further. Holy shit, I have female blue-balls.

"You didn't come, did you?" he whispers when he catches his breath. "I'm sorry, pretty. I couldn't hold back."

I flip around. He looks angry with himself. He's also still semi-erect. Those blue eyes won't meet mine, and his cheeks burn with embarrassment. Oh, no. I'm not letting this male have a shitty second-first experience.

"Come here," I demand. I pull him down, face-to-face. Well, he lets me pull him down. "I think you can make it up to me," I tell him, eyeballing his very impressive dick swelling against my belly.

He pulls away a little and looks down, then sheepishly grins. "Yeah, give me a minute..." He takes a deep breath and looks my body over with a heated gaze. "OK, tell me how you like to be touched."

"That wasn't a minute," I tease him.

He smirks, "I'll save my minute for the third time."

When he slides back in, he's still massive, but I'm ready for him. I keep his gaze captured with mine. I want him to know that I desire him, that I want this. That this time, we're in this together. I'll keep him busy until we get it right.

"Angel, you OK?" he breathes.

I just smile and roll my hips. More than OK.

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Rhet

I think I finally got this right. Judging by the sated cat-ate-the-canary look on my female's face, I got it fucking perfectly right. I kept going, kept giving her orgasms. I knew I loved watching her come, but shit, being the one to bring her to that peak is unbeatable.

I'm exhausted, and I think my dick will need a day or two to recover, but there's still a part of me that could bellow from the top of the mountain while pounding my chest with my fists, Tarzan-style.

My wolf is strutting, tail and head high, king of his mountain. He wants to mosey on down to the Watering Hole so all the other males can scent our female all over us. Make sure they know that Lyri's satisfied. Yeah, that's probably the testosterone talking.

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