Cowboy Bikers MC Werewolves - Esther E. Schmidt Page 0,22

of myself which was lost until my mate discovered what was rooted deep inside me.

I chase my mate through the night, the space up ahead showing no limitations where I feel every touch of the wind through my fur as different scents fill my nose. Yet there’s only one igniting a whole different craving.

Figor.

My mate.

He takes a sharp turn and flows from a run into a slower pace and ultimately to a stop. Standing next to him, I take in my surroundings and love the small pond where the moon is mirrored in the water. It’s peaceful and private.

His head bumps softly against mine, curling underneath my head as he nuzzles my muzzle. There’s a sudden urge to kiss him and an image of tugging his black hair while capturing his lips with mine assaults me.

A hot flash flows through my veins followed by a burst of pain. I throw my head back and howl, softly it flows into an agonizing scream before I swallow hard and take a deep breath. Fuck. Shifting back might have cost me less effort, it did however hurt just as bad.

Figor falls to his knees before me and takes my face into his hands. “Are you okay? You were so fucking strong. Damn. You’re gorgeous, you know that? Fuck.”

I’m prevented from answering his question as he crashes his mouth to mine. His tongue stabs in between my lips in search for mine as he deepens the kiss. Our hands roam over our naked bodies. He gently guides me to my back.

I let my legs fall open to create a place only meant for him as he plasters his body against mine. The tip of his dick is already nudging my entrance but to my surprise Figor breaks the kiss and moves down my body.

“I have to taste what’s mine,” he rumbles and kisses a trail down my breasts.

He takes one of my nipples between his teeth, making a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure run down my spine. I slide my fingers into his short black hair, ranking my nails over his scalp. A rumble of satisfaction flows through him as he makes his way down until he’s hovering over my pussy.

He closes his eyes and inhales deep. His eyes flash open and the blue is a neon glow in the dark night. He keeps our gaze connected as he inches closer and opens his mouth. The moment his tongue hits my pussy and slides through my folds is when I have to break our connection.

My eyes roll into the back of my head when he covers my clit and flicks it with his tongue while sucking…holy shit. I release a needy moan and shamelessly rub my pussy in his face, needing more friction to chase the pleasure and liberate my pending orgasm.

And it hits me like a freight train coming out of nowhere when white hot bliss slams into me. I scream Figor’s name and beg for him to go on, but his hands grip my hips as he roughly flips me over and pulls my hips up.

A hand between my shoulder blades pushes me against the ground at the same time he enters me in one hard stroke, a guttural growl rips from his throat. His fingernails dig into my hips to keep me pinned as the slaps of our bodies fill the air.

Either my orgasm prolongs or he’s creating a whole new one but the flow of pleasure keeps rising. My pussy ripples around his hard length as he fills me up, each stroke hitting deeper, connecting us on all levels.

And yet it’s not enough. Even if I can almost taste our connection, the intensity hot and welcome, I need more. I want our bond in place. I risk a glance over my shoulder. His gaze is fixed on where we’re connected, watching himself slide in and out of me.

I manage to brace myself on one hand while sliding the other one down my body. Feeling the way his balls curl around my mound with the force he’s driving into my body. A grunt leaves his throat when he feels my touch. His thrusts falter for a moment before it urges him on.

Our gaze is connected and I have his full attention. I need it to give myself to him. My head slides to the side as I offer him my bare neck. His body instantly warms my back, his breath fanning over my skin.

“Are you sure, love?” he croaks.

“You’re mine,