Page 31 of Pregnant Wolf's Mate

When Macie came face to face with the handsome golden wolf that had Ray’s shining brown eyes, Macie’s own wolf felt a thrill of exhilaration the likes of which she had never felt before. The sensation of having her entire pack around her, of having her mate gazing into her eyes while in wolf form, was like nothing she had ever experienced.

Instinctively, she lunged towards him, nipping at him playfully before she darted away into the trees, following the other members of the pack who were all streaming out in different directions. Some ran alone while others ran with mates or in small groups, all frolicking and yapping and howling to their heart’s content.

The night came alive with wolf song and Macie enjoyed every single second of it, racing through the trees with Ray following close behind.

As they ran, Macie realized something that had been setting her back all along. For so long she had hated the idea of tradition. She had feared what might happen if she was unable to partake in the rituals of the pack. And now, being right at the center of it, she realized that this was the most free she had ever felt in her life.

Soon she and Ray came skidding to a halt. Macie wasn’t sure why at first, but the place in the woods where they stopped felt special. It was only when Ray wandered past her, leaving her behind to go and bury himself in the leaves at the roots of a cedar tree, that she suddenly realized why.

This was the clearing where he had first come upon her after the first full moon ritual where everything had gone terribly wrong. He now lay right where she had been hidden, crying her eyes out when he had first come upon her, when he had promised her that he would help her to have her first shift.

With a swelling in her heart, Macie charged over to Ray in wolf form and threw herself on top of him. The two wolves rolled over and over each other, playing in the leaf mulch until they were both too out of breath to do any more.

And that’s when they both started to shift, returning to their human form to find themselves wrapped in each other’s arms. Blood still pounding in her ears, Macie lunged for Ray and connected her lips with his. The thrill of the ritual and finally being accepted into the pack, the unity and excitement she felt at her first pack shift, all of it was so emotional that she just couldn’t help herself.

As Ray wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, she knew that he was feeling just as emotional as he was. He kissed her back with such a passion that the world around her seemed to disappear. Suddenly it didn’t matter to her whether they were lying in the leaf dirt or upon a feather bed. All that mattered to her was that she wanted him and she would do whatever it took to have him, over and over again if that was what it took to satiate herself.

Ray seemed all too eager to give her exactly what she wanted and though she had been straddling him, she quickly found herself trapped beneath him. He rolled them over in the leaf mulch and his body landed on top of hers, pressing her into the cradle created by the roots of the cedar tree.

Gripping hold of the back of his head, she pulled him down to her, forcing him to continue to kiss her even as she felt his hands traveling over her body. When he gripped hold of her breasts, she whimpered with desire, biting her lip when he twisted her nipples ever so gently. It sent a rush of heat and desire pulsing down through her body until it pooled between her thighs.

As though he wished to follow it, Ray’s lips left hers and began to travel down, over her chin and lower still, kissing her throat before they continued south. Every single kiss added to her desire and fueled her body with passion until she was trembling beneath him.

The more he kissed, the more she wanted him and by the time he reached her belly button, Macie couldn’t take any more. Though she would have loved to feel the touch of his lips against her sex and the way he stroked his tongue delicately over her most sensitive parts, she couldn’t wait to have him. She needed him inside her right there and then and so she grabbed hold of his head and urged him back on top of her.

“I need you,” she whispered to him, barely recognizing her own voice as it came out in a she-wolf’s growl.

In the moonlight, she could just barely see the way he smirked down at her. Clearly, her need for him had only added to his own desire because he was quick to follow through with her request. Reaching down between their bodies, he used his hand to stroke the tip of his cock against her sex.

In response, Macie bit her lip and opened her legs wide to him. Holding her breath, she anticipated the moment when he would slip deep inside her. And as he did, she felt her body welcome him. The way he stretched her open and filled her fit to bursting caused her to suck in a deep breath, and she tilted her head back slightly as he started to thrust.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, using the position to urge her pelvis up to meet him with every thrust, she screamed aloud with pleasure. For once she did not care who heard her. With the rest of the pack all running free, she was certain that they wouldn’t be the only ones making love beneath the full moon that night.

And so she let herself loose, digging her fingernails into his back until she felt her claws beginning to protrude from her nail beds. Her fangs sprang forth and she buried them into his shoulder, screaming around her lips as he worked her towards climax after climax.

When she felt his own fangs bury deep in her own shoulder, she was surprised at both the pain and the pleasure. It ripped through her entire body and set every single inch of her skin on fire.

It was in that moment that they truly marked each other, that they truly accepted each other as fated mates, and the emotion of it all sent Macie reeling right over the edge. She screamed at the night sky as a mind-whirling orgasm ripped through her entire body, making her sex clench around his manhood in such a way that he couldn’t hold out any longer.

Feeling his manhood throbbing harder and harder inside her with every thrust, Macie encouraged her own muscles to clench tighter around him, bracing herself for the moment when he would finally allow his seed to flow into her.

It was just as he enticed another scream from her that she felt his body starting to grow rigid with tension. The change in his breathing and the way he started to moan told Macie all that she needed to know and in an attempt to urge him over the cliff’s edge, she reached down and gripped hold of his buttocks, urging him deeper still inside her.

“Fuck, Macie!” he growled deep in his throat and his entire body tensed to the point that it almost seemed painful. It was at that very moment that she felt his cock throbbing, pulsating inside her as he spilled his essence deep inside her.

They both grew still then, panting as they remained entwined, both trying their hardest to recover from the passionate lovemaking. Ray hovered over her for what might have been only a few moments or possibly even a lifetime but when he finally rolled down into the leaf mulch beside her, she almost felt disappointed for it to end.

It was only the way that he gripped hold of her and pulled her into his arms, making her comfortable atop his warm body, that she began to relax properly.

Just hearing the sound of his heart beating beneath her ear, feeling the warmth of his body pressed against her own, she knew that she would forever be safe in his arms.

They lay there like that for some time, both still panting and neither speaking. The full moon shone down on them as though blessing their union, and Macie closed her eyes to enjoy every single second of it. Bathed in silver moonlight and having just made love to her mate, she couldn’t imagine anywhere that she would rather be.

“You know, I never in a million years imagined that I would end up with a Silverdale princess,” Ray commented, breaking the silence abruptly with amusement and laughter.

For a second, Macie’s entire body tensed at his words. There was a part of her, an old part of her that wanted to snarl at him and remind him he had no right to call her anything like that. But then she remembered all that they had been through and how far they had come together and instead, she propped herself up so that she could look down at him, resting her entire body on top of his and nuzzling her nose against the tip of his.

“And I never believed that I would ever be with a mischievous McCormack,” she responded, growling deep in her throat to show him he wasn’t entirely off the hook for calling her a goddamn princess.

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