Love at First Mate - Dani Wyatt Page 0,16
is overtaking me now, a thousand times more intense than when I am in human form. Her legs open, arousal dripping from her sacred opening making the room start to spin and I relinquish the moment to the primal part of me. .
I’ve never been so out of control of the shift as I am right now. Blood heats my veins as I feel the spark and tingle spread over my tightening skin. Her breathing sounds like sonic booms in my head, my hearing more acute than ever.
I step back, nearly to the doorway, putting space between us just in case.
My spine audibly snaps; the welcome discomfort is only a gateway to a relief unlike anything a normal human would understand.
Releasing that inner primal animal is a catharsis. Running free, growling, fighting and yes, sometimes killing. The snap of blood on your tongue, the adrenaline, the manic conflict of man and beast within the same body, is the definition of a blessing and a curse.
But, right now, all I see in front of me is blessing, and as my eyes roll back, and I drop to my hands and knees, I’m ready to let it all happen.
My nails turn to claws, my bones snapping and changing as skin tears and covers with fur. My muscles thicken, harden, and within a minute I’m merely a passenger inside my grizzly.
On the bed Wynter’s other hand comes down to spin on her clit with two fingers as her middle digit on her other hand plunges into her depths. The wet, sucking sound has my bear drooling in buckets, and my fear that she would be terrified, would reject me, is lost in the sound of her moans of pleasure.
She’s writhing as she watches me, my bear shaking his head, stepping forward, but I don’t want him too close.
Back off. She’s ours, but more so, she’s mine.
He answers by tossing his head on a seething growl, digging his claws into the wood floor as we both draw a deep breath, her sweet, intoxicating, addicting scent burning through us as I feel my bear tense, his heart pounding harder than after a run up the side of the mountains that surround the Badlands.
Wynter’s eyes are frozen to my bear as her fingers work faster and faster.
Mate. Mate. Mate.
The thought is on repeat inside us as Wynter’s back arches, her toes gripping the bedding, and her feet arch upward like a prima ballerina on pointe.
She was made for me. Her voice is my own personal music as her orgasm takes over, her torso twisting and her legs clamping shut on her hands, rolling back and forth, her legs shaking as my bear roars so loud he shakes the windows, and I feel him ready to pounce.
NO!
I’ve never had to fight him before Wynter came into my life, but I summon all my mental strength and rein him in. The rough convulsions shake my body as I shrink down, bones and muscles returning to their human form as stars dance in my eyes, momentarily blinding me as I phase back to human form.
Before her orgasm is fully subsided, I’m back in control, naked, my bear safely put away for the moment, and I lunge forward, my hand on her knees, prying her legs apart as I take her wrists in my hands, wrenching them away so I can feast on her sweet cunt.
I want to know every inch of her, but right now my focus is on the soaking heaven between her legs. I loop my hands around her lush thighs, lifting her off the bed. She’s no frail flower but I love every inch. My mouth is watering as I take in her sinful scent and see the shiny juice that covers her lips and inner thighs.
“You like me looking at you spread wide like this, don’t you?” I grit out, my voice shaking as I spread her on full display for me.
She nods, a sultry smile curving her full lips, lust glinting in her eyes. Her shaking hands flutter to her face, pushing the tendrils of hair off her forehead and cheeks.
I never understood when the other shifters would explain this feeling of ownership. The engulfing sense of possessiveness over their mates. But I understand it now.
There will not be another day that passes without her in my life. Without the taste of her kisses on my lips. The feel of her body next to mine as I pull her beside me in our bed