Page 129 of Hearts of Stone

“Wulf…” I corrected, kissing her lips.

“Wulf? You prefer Wulf?” she asked, with a slow smile on her face.

“I prefer ‘Wulf, you’re the biggest and strongest of all of my mates and I can’t wait to bed you’ if I’m being honest,” I muttered.

“Wulf, you’re the biggest and strongest of all my mates—” she recited diligently, a little smile on her face, right before I kissed it off.

She squirmed like a fish on a line when my lips touched each of the mating marks the others had left behind, panting and raking her nails across my shoulders until I was forced to stop. I’d leave a nice big one at the top, where the whole world could see that she was mine. When it was my turn, when she accepted what I knew to be true. That we were meant to be together, in this life and the next. But for now, I’d enjoy this one. More kisses in the crook of her neck, where that pretty white floral scent of hers filled my nose, making me never want to breathe in plain airagain. But when my claws moved instinctively to the neckline of that little frock of hers I stopped.

“Now?” I asked, pulling back, making clear that she was shrouded from the world’s eyes by the sweep of my wings. I tested the scooped neckline with my talon, but I wouldn’t go a step further until she said yes. Her answer came from a pair of clever fingers that undid the buttons of her dress one by one, making my claws itch with the need to tear them free. Instead I nipped a couple of talons off, just in case, but as she shimmied the dress down off her shoulders, I froze with a finger in my mouth.

“Are you—?” Her brow creased in worry when I stayed unmoving, and her scent soured.

“Give a man a chance, lass,” I ground out. “I’ve lived a long time, seen many a thing before, but you…” I wished I was like the bards that used to play at my lord’s court, singing pretty songs to pretty ladies and making them blush. But I was stone by day and warrior by night, so my words were clumsy at best. “The moon brings me back to flesh every night, but you shine far brighter, so it’ll be you that brings me to life going forward.” She let out a surprised little gasp at that, right before I ran several claws down the slope of her shoulder. “I’m often going to be struck dumb in your presence, so if that’s a problem—”

She cut off my words as she tugged me down and then all words deserted me. I didn’t need them when I had her: her lips parting, her tongue tangling with mine, one kiss blending into another, then another, our hunger for each other rising each time we got a taste. A taste of heaven, that’s what I was convinced this was. Maybe I had died and I’d found the Christian afterlife, because I’d never want to spend eternity anywhere else but here. The trouble was, now that she’d opened that dress of hers, I couldn’t neglect the gift she’d given me, so I was forcedto pull away from that hot little mouth I was dying to fill with so many things, and let my lips explore more.

Her skin was so soft, that was something I marvelled at constantly. It always looked soft, clear, perfect, every time I sneaked a look at her. As she moved about the kitchen, or walked with us in the gardens, or cosied up to the four of us on that capacious couch. Then that blue-haired devil, Daniel, would catch me at it and start cackling. Jade would ask what was up and he’d make up some ridiculous excuse, but none of them were here now. So they didn’t get to laugh as I kissed every inch of the swell of one creamy breast, her little pants of pleasure growing more and more breathy by the second, right before I focussed on the main event. A proud little nipple, jutting into the air, pulled tight from the cold and aching, I was sure, for this.

“Fuck…!”

Her yelp echoed out across the field, letting the fireflies know it wasn’t just them that was finding their mate tonight. I focussed on my job, not theirs. Stretching out all those sensitive nerve endings with my mouth, until her nails dug into my shoulders, then sucking her in. Long, hard demanding pulls, to make clear what she was getting herself into. I was the biggest of all of her mates, something I took no undue pride in, and she’d have her hands full with me. Perhaps not tonight, but…

My tail had a mind of its own, wrapping itself around her ankle and then pulling her legs open, before sliding up her thigh, the sensory information it gained forcing my cock to twitch. My pearls felt like balls of molten hot iron, burning into my skin with the ache pulsing there, but I’d bear it, all it, to hear her like this. To feel her hands roaming wild across my shoulders as she made sharp little sounds of pleasure that I’d store away in my mind and replay when the stone took me.

“Wulf…” she moaned. “Wulf…”

I let that nipple pop free and then turned my attention to the other, my tail gripping her tighter as her hips bucked up off the blanket. My hands slid underneath her, scooping her up like she was a little doll and then brought her to my mouth.

I felt like a wolf gorging on his kill; my fangs aching to leave a mark. I wanted to mark her up, make clear who she belonged to. Instead I focussed on making that clear with everything I did, sucking those nipples until they were aching, as my tail slid higher.

The first flick of the tip of it against her sodden drawers? It nearly had me undone; seed seeping free of my cock. She was drenched, for me. But my tail moved quickly, sliding back and forth along the opening of her underwear, then spearing under them. Hot, wet, slick as velvet. At the feel of her, I pulled my mouth free to roar.

Gods, what would it feel like, to spear myself into all that hot sweetness? I could only consider that for a second or I would lose all control. Instead, I stared down at my mate as my tail slid between her warm, wet folds, setting up a nice rhythm that her hips matched, right before it speared inside her.

“Oh fuck…”

She was close, I could tell, from the rosy glow of her whole decolletage, to the way she writhed in my grip. Her movements were getting restless as she twitched and her hands clawed at the air, reaching for me.

“Wulf…”

“Right here, lass,” I said, and that’s when I brought her up to my mouth like she was a cup I’d drink deep from and my tongue flicked out to lap at her sweet cunt.

She had a pearl of her own, I’d learned that from my mother when I was old enough to hear that without dissolving into boyish giggles, and I found it now, lavishing on it all the attention my own pearls ached for. I traced its shape, flicked atthe sensitive nub and then laved the flat of my tongue over the whole thing until she started to scream.

“Oh god, Wulf, just like that. Just like that!” But her hips bucked restlessly, forcing the head of my tail in deeper. I made it curl up to rake across that sensitive spot inside her, but it wasn’t enough. Her eyes snapped open and she stared at me then. “Wulf, I need you.”

“You…”

Words failed me, because my instincts made clear what I needed to do. As I lowered her down, her arms went around my shoulders, clinging to me like a limpet before whispering the words I needed to hear.

“Now, Wulf. Make me yours now.”

My fangs locked together, my eyes shutting out the firefly splendour before me and I wondered if the little insect bastards felt the way I did. A moment of reverence for what was about to happen, right before her thighs came to rest either side of mine.

“Well, then, you best take everything you need, milady.”

Her eyes whipped up and met mine with a sparkle that threatened to undo me, right before I felt the brush of her wet little cunt against the head of my cock.

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