Deacon scooped Monica up by the waist and stood. She wrapped her legs around his waist, letting him know that she meant what she said. If they didn't do something about this obvious attraction, she would go crazy.

She needed and wanted him. Badly.

He carried her inside and slammed the door shut with his foot. Once they were on the inside, he pressed her back against the wall and kissed her firmly. She moaned aloud the moment this thick shaft pushed up against the seat of her panties. Even with his jeans, she estimated his size to be generous--large enough for her. His lips explored not only her mouth, but her throat, neck…shoulders. She lifted her face to the ceiling and sighed with pleasure, never wanting to leave his embrace.

The next closest thing to them was the kitchen counter and he sat her down on top of it and continued to kiss her in all the places she'd never been kissed. She caught the tail end of his shirt and tugged upward. Without missing a beat, he tore the shirt over his head and threw out of their way. Her fingers were free to roam his chest, exploring all his sinewy, lean muscles. She teased his hard flesh, tracing her hands all the way down until she reached his rock hard abs, and then further still until her fingers grazed the trail of soft hair leading down into his jeans.

Monica's heart was racing, her mind and body responding in avid anticipation to Deacon's demanding kisses. She unbuckled his belt and slipped the leather from two of the loops. When she unzipped his fly, his hard cock extended outward as if it was relieved to be free. Her dress was bunched up at her hips and he traced his hands up and down her legs, grabbing the fleshy curves of her thighs. She pulled away from the kiss, pulled up the ends of her dress, and rid herself of the fabric that once separated them.

He gasped and his eyes drank in the sight of her. Moonlight blue eyes turned to almost a deep violet and his irises changed shapes. He'd revealed his wolf, but this time he did nothing to cover it up. Deacon wasn't the only one doing the appraising. As her gaze swept over him, over the numerous markings, old bruises, and tattoos that covered his chest, she wanted him like a deep need that would never go away. The hummingbird birthmark on his left arm was now a deep ruby color on his skin. Everything about him took her breath away.

She hook her finger in a come-hither motion, urging him to close the gap between them again. This time she kissed his flesh, starting with the delicate skin just under his jaw and his throat. He smelled of the aftershave she used on him after giving him a trim. She pressed kisses onto his shoulders and chest, reveling in the way he moaned with each touch.

Deacon picked her up and carried her again, placing her on a soft bed that smelled like him. He shimmied out his pants, letting them fall to the floor around his feet. His briefs fit snugly against him and what turned her on even more was seeing the impression of the thicket and longest cock she'd ever seen tucked behind the fabric. He was so erect that the cockhead had protruded from the waistline.

Lightning struck somewhere outside and the lights in the room flickering and then shut off completely. Even in the darkened room, she could still make out his rock solid form perfectly. He came toward the bed, reaching out to stroke the underside of her chin.

"You're beautiful, Monica. And soon, you will be mine," he told her.

"Yes," she panted. She wanted to be his.

He shoved down his brief, pushing them down and throwing them aside. Then he grabbed her hand and pulled it to his cock. Something akin to a groan mixed with a soft growl erupted from him. It was the sexiest thing Monica had ever heard. She wanted to please him even more. She stroked his long, thick shaft. Her fingers just barely touched as she pumped him firmly within her grip. Beads of pre-cum leaked from the tip, moistening her palms, creating the most sensual feeling as she pleased him. She leaned forward and kissed her way all the way down his eight pack. Just before she reached his cock, Deacon tilted her chin up and her mouth away and then leaned down to kiss her deeply and reached around her to unclip her bra. The garment fell away from her and her breasts broke free. The bed dipped as he placed both knees on either side of her thighs. He went straight for her breasts, capturing her nipples one after the other into his mouth, teasing and tugging them with the skilled tip of his tongue. She leaned back on her elbows and enjoyed the view, watching as her beaded nipples disappeared between his lips over and over again.

"Oh God Deacon," she mumbled.

His cock brushed up against her skin more than once and she arched upward, silently seeking more of his touch. He traced a heated trail lower toward her hips with his mouth, drawing all kinds of figures over her body with his tongue. He grabbed the waistband of her panties and tugged them off. When she was completely exposed to him, he wasted no time in finding the source of her excitement. His lips and mouth on her send her into pleasure-filled bliss. Over and over, he tongued her, spreading her pussy lips to delve deeper. He paid diligent attention to her clit, sucking the firm little bud between his lips the same way he had taken her nipples.

"Oh!" She bit her lip, rocking her hips up, offering herself freely.

He put on quite a show, looking up at her every now and then to lock gazes with her. As his tongue entered her over and over again, she watched his wide shoulders flex. She grabbed his head and twined her fingers with his hair, the same hair she'd trimmed only moments earlier.

"Mmmm," he moaned into her pussy, sending a stream of vibrations to her clit that made her toes curl.

She was done for. She couldn't hold on any longer. The way he was sucking and working her clit so avidly proved that he wanted her to let go. And let go she did. An orgasm of explosive magnitudes ripped through her. The force of her climax nearly drained all of her energy. Her mind went blank as she gave up total control of her body. Her coaxed her all the way to end of her release and then kissed his way back up to her lips.

"It sounds so sweet when you scream my name that way," he whispered against her mouth.

Deacon's cock was now pressed firmly to her belly. She lifted her thighs around him, wanting so badly to be taken, filled, and plundered by him.

"I want you to take me," she whispered, between kisses.

"If I take you, you will be mine. I am certain of that," he said. "There is no going back."

"I don't want you to go back. I want you here with me. Never leave me…" she declared.

"I can never leave you. My mate. I am positive that I will never leave without you."

He kissed her forehead and positioned his cockhead at her entrance. He sunk in only a couple inches. He was thick and heavy and she liked it that way. She wanted nothing between them. Just Deacon. Flesh to flesh. Hard and unprotected. His massive and perfectly erect fucking her into oblivion. She arched upward, biting her lips and anticipated how much his cock would fill her. She wanted him so badly that she began to relax, and her pussy walls milked him, drawing him inside. She ran her fingers up through his hair, pulling his mouth down to hers. She pushed her tongue inside, tasting herself on him. He took her invite, pulling out all the way and then plunged deep in her juicy sheath.

She cried out hoarsely through the pleasure-pain. A second tiny orgasm rippled through her as he seated himself to the hilt.

"You're okay, yes?" he whispered.

She nodded, trembling in his arms in the aftermath of her small climax. Only having been with one man in this manner in all her life, she had no idea a cock could feel this fulfilling inside her.

Deacon started out moving deliberately slow, allowing her time to accommodate herself to his size. He reached spots that she never thought possible. Once comfortable, she moved her hips upward with each thrust of his cock. He grabbed her by the waist with his big, rough hands, holding her firmly against the bed. By the look in his eyes, she could tell that his control was fading and something else was taking root inside him. She knew without a doubt what it was. He was not only a man, but also a beast. A wolf needing just as much satisfaction as the man.

"Make me yours, Deacon."

That was all the encouragement he needed. He slammed into her again and again, pounding her with the same determination of the rain that pelted the earth outside.

"Look at me, Monica. Look at me and say it again," he demanded.

"I'm yours, Deacon," she repeated, catching his gaze and holding it like a vice.

"Yes," he groaned. "Mine."

This time her orgasm was a slow built. It started down in the soles of her feet, rising inch by inch across her thing and up through her veins. Her core ignited, searing heat spread through her, and unsated need became mind-blowing fulfilment.

Her pussy tightened around him. Her fingernails gripped the dampened flesh on his back.

"Oh…Monica." He groaned his pleasure.

Without warning, she came undone again. Blinding heat shot outward stripping away the last threads of tension from her body. This climax was heave. And when he joined her with his own release, the simultaneous waves of pure ecstasy took them both. His cock pulsed, filling her with hot seed--streams of it. He fucked her through the aftermath of it all, never letting go, prolonging the best sexual experience she'd had in her life. Even when he sunk against her to catch his breath, his cock remained within her. Semi-erect and semi-hard.

"That was something else," she panted.

He breathed heavily against the crevice of her throat. "That means you're pleased, right?"

She chuckled. "Are you kidding me? That was beyond pleasurable."

He sighed in relief and then lifted briefly to kiss her. "This is the first time I've ever felt this way about anyone."

"I'm flattered," she said.

He started to pull away, but she lured him back into the embrace.

"Stay here," she said. "You feel so good inside me. So warm."

Her clit and pussy were still actively pulsing. His cock twitched inside her and his shaft lengthened.

"Oh…" Monica grinned, surprised by his stamina.

"I'm getting hard again, Monica. I don't want to hurt you."

She rolled them over until she was straddling him. "You won't. I can handle this."

His gaze dropped her breasts and he licked his bottom lip. "Christ, you're hot. I can't believe my luck."

He grabbed her hips and titled her forward slightly, pushing his cockhead firmly against her G-spot.

"Oh my God." Her body quaked against him. "I can certainly get used to this."

"I'm all yours. Take what you need," he told her.

After several rounds of fucking, they lay on the bed together, listening to their frenzied heartbeats while the thunderstorm raged outside. Before Monica fell asleep that night in Deacon's arms, she knew she belonged with him.