What the fuck am I doing? The thought ran through Callie’s mind more than once. She really should care, but every time Wyatt touched her—fuck! Her mind melted into a puddle of goop. Every touch, every kiss, every mother-humping lick felt so damn good—so right.

“Sweet Jesus,” Callie moaned. Any care that she had about being caught by the neighbors vanished when Wyatt’s tongue plunged inside her pussy. A flick of his tongue here, and there—oh yeah, just what she needed.

“Gods, love. I could do this all fucking night and into tomorrow. I could live off the taste of your sweet nectar.”

She wanted to say that he was more than welcome to wake her up exactly like this, but held back. This was a one-time thing—it had to be. She couldn’t let her heart get involved or contemplate planning a future with a man she barely knew, no matter how good she felt with his tongue working a magic she’d never known.

Thoughts of never wanting to be with another shifter briefly flashed through her mind, only to disappear with the very next swipe of his tongue.

Long, slow licks followed by faster, more urgent ones sent her body racing for release. Just when she thought she would explode, he’d pull back, drawing the release and anticipation out. To the brink of madness.

Lick. Tease. Lick. Tease. Lick… lick. It was almost more than she could handle.

Incoherent words tumbled from her mouth. Nothing in her unadventurous life had ever felt so good. Callie latched on to his hair, guiding his head exactly where she wanted him—where she needed just the tiniest amount of pressure to reach maximum pleasure.

He pulled back once again. “Patience, love. I promise I’ll make it worth your wild.”

“Please, pretty please. I—I need to…ahhhh—”

“That’s it, love.” Wyatt slipped one finger into her pussy. “Mmm, so damn tight. So wet. So fucking wicked.”

He sucked her clit into his mouth as he added a second finger, scissoring them in and out of her. Callie shouted, her body quaked beneath him as the first of many orgasms that he planned to give her crashed over her.

“That’s it. Come for me, love. It’s so fucking hot to see you like this.”

Literal fucking stars danced in her vision. She’d heard others say they saw stars when their lovers brought them to orgasm, but she had never imagined they’d meant it—quite literally. Had she known her body was capable of having that strong of a reaction with the right partner, she wouldn’t have taken a year or more hiatus from sex.

After her first orgasm, Callie begged Wyatt for mercy. Just a tiny break to collect her thoughts. Maybe let her body cool down just a touch. Her bones felt as if they had been liquefied, her heart pounded harder than she’d ever imagined possible. Surely her body couldn’t handle another climax that freaking powerful. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. It wasn’t as if she’d never had an orgasm in her life. She had—plenty of them, but never one that had rocked her world so completely.

Wyatt didn’t slow his pace when her climax had started to diminish, instead, he kept at a steady rhythm and sent her flying to the stars once more. His fingers slid in and out of her.

“Oh. My. God,” Callie panted. She wanted all of Wyatt, every thick hard inch he had to offer. “You need to fuck me—now. I can’t take it. I feel like I’m going to implode if you don’t.” Instead of her body feeling relief from the multiple orgasms that he’d given her, she felt more pressure, more tightness than she had before he’d laid a finger on her.

“You said no sex.” Wyatt sat back on his heels, gauging her response.

“Changed my mind. Gods, please.” Callie wasn’t above begging if it would release the pressure burning inside, shredding her of any conscience or guilt that she’d felt regarding Wyatt.

“Are you sure about this? I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop myself once we start,” Wyatt warned Callie of the consequences.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

His eyes glowed down at her. Sensing his inner turmoil she sprang from the lounge chair, grabbing her robe and making her way over to the picnic table. She looked around briefly before spreading the robe out on the table and climbing on top.

At least this time we’ll be shaded from peeping toms by the pergola. Not that she truly cared who the hell saw what she was about to do.

She glanced at Wyatt, who hadn’t moved so much as a muscle. That just wouldn’t do. “I’m offering—are you just going to stand there?”

A low rumble left his throat and he was on her in an instant. Kissing her breasts, rubbing her clit. “You look like a fucking buffet waiting for me to consume you.”

“As long as you fuck me hard enough to feel it tomorrow, we’re all good.”

Callie had no freaking idea where the words flying from her mouth came from. She’d never talked dirty to anyone in her life, and here she was issuing demands like a seasoned professional.

“I’ll fuck you hard enough for you to feel it three days from now.”

 

***

 

Wyatt palmed his cock. Fuck, he was rock hard. Staring down at his mate, he could hardly believe how things had progressed. First, he’d been happy kissing and touching her, thrilled when she’d let him go down on her—but when she’d begged him to fuck her—good gods, he’d been certain he’d heard her wrong.

He’d pegged her as shy, timid. The naughty words streaming from those beautiful lips of hers proved him wrong. Thank Odin his mate was lusty and knew exactly what she wanted. The dirtier she spoke to him, the harder his fucking cock grew.

Taking his time, he slid the head over her entrance. “Mmm, you are so fucking wet.”

“Yes! For you. You did this to me.” Callie rocked her hips back and forth, making Wyatt bite back a groan.

“Is this what you want, love?” Wyatt slid the tip in, stretching her entrance.

“Gods! Yes. More, please.” Her hips arched up, needing to feel all of his length.

With more force than he’d intended, he shoved his cock all the way in. His mouth covered hers, absorbing her scream.

“Sorry.” Wyatt held perfectly still, afraid he’d been too rough. He kept forgetting she was fully fucking human. He should have known better than to be so rough with her.

“Are you kidding? That’s what I wanted.” Callie wiggled beneath him.

Slowly sliding back out, then plunging in once again, he felt his balls tighten. His hands were everywhere, touching his mate in all the ways he had in their mating dreams. Caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples, stretching his hard body above hers, he sucked them into his mouth as he rocked slowly in and out of her. “Must hold back.”

“Wyatt, please. I’m so close.” She met him thrust for anxious thrust. In and out.

“Gods, woman. You are going to be the death of me.” Wyatt pulled out to the tip, then slammed back in, pumping his cock in and out. Over and over until she closed her eyes, readying for her release.

“Look at me, love. I want to see your eyes when you come.”

Wyatt slid his arms under her back as she wrapped her legs around him, lifting her off of the table. His canines lengthened when her pussy clamped down around his cock. He wasn’t going to be able to hold back.

Next time.

“Yes! Yes!” Callie cried in ecstasy.

Wyatt struck hard and fast, his canines sinking into her creamy flesh. His wolf snarled with satisfaction at the force in which he’d claimed his mate, driving another climax.

 

***

 

Wyatt finally set her back down on the picnic table. Tears streamed from her eyes. “How could you?” she asked, reaching up to touch the mark he’d left on her neck.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you.” He tried to wrap his arms around her, but she pushed him away.

“You didn’t hurt me.”

“Then why are you upset?” Wyatt looked baffled by her response.

“You completed the mating ritual.” She’d felt different the moment he’d sunk his teeth into her. Visions that didn’t belong to her filled her mind. Even as she sat there tugging her robe on to cover herself up, emotions passed through her that didn’t belong to her.

Whether she wanted it or not, she was connected to him.

“All this for the hope that you could turn me into one of you?”

“Our mating wasn’t—isn’t about hoping you become one of us. At first, I liked the idea—more than I should have. Now, not so much. I’ve seen who you are inside and out. I don’t care if you’re a human or a wolf. Either way, I’ll love you for who you are.”

Callie didn’t know diddly-squat about the mating bond, but what she did know, without a doubt, was that Wyatt had spoken the truth. Through the bond she shared with him, she’d felt his sincerity, his honesty, and it had been crystal clear.