still as I ground out some sharp, harsh exhalations.
She made a rumbling sound that was pure she-wolf, and when she peered up at me through her hair, I saw her bitch staring back at me, and fuck, my wolf wanted to howl.
I felt the breach in my control widen, snapping larger and larger, until the chasm was growing and he could sail through without any issue.
The second he was free, she snapped her teeth at me, stunning me, and a growl rumbled from between my lips.
She growled back, unafraid of the wolf that would have had most females pissing themselves right about now.
“Straddle me,” I commanded, and seeing the arousal in her eyes was only another nail in the coffin of my limitations.
When she nodded, I let go of her hair, even as my hands clamped down around her wrists.
I held her with brute strength as she maneuvered around me again, and she didn’t dick around. Didn’t try to tease me.
She sensed where I was, and that was our wolves in communication.
Now was not the time to try to play.
She’d had her play time.
This was different.
I couldn’t fuck her like I wanted.
Not this time.
I needed her to do this, but when she did? When she was mine?
And when I knew she could take every inch of me with no concern for her, I’d let go for real, and I’d fuck her like her bitch was asking me to.
I ground out a groan when her slick heat collided with my cock.
She was like molten silk around me as she slid up and down, getting us both wet with the juices that slipped from her.
I wanted to growl at her over that, but I didn’t.
Couldn’t.
I was big, and she needed to lubricate us both, but more than that, the wolf wanted her scent all over my cock.
The thought made me snap my teeth at her, and like she had earlier, from between the tangles of her hair that was still in a nest around her head, she peered at me, and as our eyes were connected, she rolled her hips.
I held her wrists, and I refused to let go.
“Mine,” I snarled, and the sound of that one word almost ripped me back to the here and now, because the human sounds, the vowels and intonations, all of them were blurred.
My wolf was in control.
Absolutely, indefatigably in control.
I wanted to flinch at the sound, but I didn’t because fuck, it felt good to let him out. To be my true self in the here and now. With her. Only with her.
“I won’t run,” she whispered, sounding more in control, and I felt her trying to soothe me.
I could sense the tendrils of power coming from her, and I recognized, even more, that she didn’t even know she was doing that.
But there was no soothing an alpha.
Not when his wolf was riled up with need for his mate’s cunt.
Her words, on the other hand, I believed, because I needed to let go of her wrists to do what needed to be done.
So, with my teeth bared, I made the move slowly, needing to stay calm so I didn’t hurt her.
She didn’t try to move away, her hands didn’t slap at me for release, she let me gather both wrists in one hand, and then, I reached between us.
Grabbing a hold of my cock, I held it up, waiting on her to arch her hips so I could guide her onto me.
She moaned the second the tip was inside, and her head fell back, the hair cascading in a tumble that was more beautiful than the waterfall beyond, and I watched as she slowly accepted me, taking all of me.
All I had to give.
I watched my cock disappear into her cunt, watched it sliding into that secret crevice, and only then did I let go of her wrists for a second before they were both in my grip.
I used my hold on her to demand she move lower, and she did, coming onto her elbows. I knew it was awkward, but I didn’t care.
I didn’t want her to fuck me, I wanted her to feel me.
I wanted her to know who was claiming her pussy.
I wanted her to know who was claiming her.
She blew out a breath, letting a few locks of hair waft out of the way so she could look at me better.
I took note of the sweat beading her brow, and even though, in her eyes, I saw the torment of her