“Are you trying to damage yourself?” George growled.
“Much like you, I have a thick head…” she grinned. Her tone was full of amusement and mischief and he wasn’t entirely sure what way to take her argument…
“Insulted by my own mate…” he teased, waiting to see her reply.
“Just bond with me and…” She got no further…
There was a growl that roared from within his chest and got lodged within the back of his throat, and George needed no more encouragement from his mate than that.
He released her wrists and used his hands wisely to separate her from her clothing – stripping her naked – as he ran his tongue over her skin to taste every last inch of her … but one place that he was waiting to savour.
“Bed…” he growled out – finally able to make a rational thought enter his mind when his knee thudded against the floor board on his way back up her body…
He couldn’t possibly mate and bond with her on the damn floor…
“Why waste the time? We’ll only end up right back here again…” she said – her eyes flashing with mischief and mayhem … she grew a wicked smile upon her lips.
George’s rock hard cock twitched within his jeans. It had a mind of its own and that mind was set on getting to her.
He practically ripped the fabric in two to get them open – his cock bounded out like it was gasping for air – and he wrenched the material down his thick, muscled thighs as her eyes took him in…
“Holy hellfire, I know I’m going to enjoy this…” she chuckled, as she bit down on her tongue between her teeth and grinned like the Cheshire Cat…
“Damn straight you will, sweetheart…”
George’s growl sounded so damn hungry that there was a part of her that flashed a warning and rang a bell, but she knew where that hunger came from – she felt it too – even if she couldn’t growl the way that her man could.
“Talk is cheap…” she chuckled, but he’d already shucked off his jeans and was reaching for her shapely thighs, spreading her wide, and dipping his head towards her body for the cream that he longed to taste on his tongue.
The man was wild and ravenous against her sex. She was sure that what little fingernails she did have had clawed up the floorboards on either side of her body as he took her, fast and furiously, towards the height of an orgasm that shot to every inch of her body, over and over, until she gripped his hair and yanked his head upwards…
George looked slightly miffed and quite startled to be looking back at her…
“More…” she demanded, and he went to tug his hair free and dip his head once more, but she had a grip that he’d never known before in a female…
“Can’t without getting scalped…” he grumbled and growled…
“Not there, up here…” She licked her lips and his cock practically begged for mercy, but there was no damn way that he was letting her anywhere near it until maybe the third, or fourth, or fifth – probably sixth time that he’d made love with her…
And the loving part came after the bonding part that came after the mating part…
He was eager to mate … to bond … hell, he just wanted to be inside of her body…
George growled like a wildling as he padded up over her body on all fours. His jet black eyes were locked with hers and she couldn’t look away.
Finally, he shook his head and her hand away from his hair. His knees nudged her legs wide, and he settled downwards – the heat of his thick cock finding the heart of her wet heat…
He growled at the feel of her satin walls as they sheathed his hard length so tightly.
He pushed his hips towards hers – his cock demanded that her inner muscles yield to his advance – and the moment that he hesitated – she slammed her hips upwards against his and took him to the hilt with a sound that caught in her throat and made him hungry to hear more…
Mine…
His beast had been damn patient. Now, it wanted to taste her blood, to bite, to mark, to bond with her, and make her theirs.
George’s palms slapped down against the hard boards and he moved his hips, bringing his cock back and then finding home, over and over, as she lifted her hips to meet his, keeping time with him … until, with a hard, deep growl, she noted the shift within him as his eyes flashed red…
“I’ve got this…” George knew what she’d seen – he could feel the total power of the true alpha wolf inside of him, but he reined it in – he had control…
“I trust you…” Zana breathed out…
I’ve got this, right wolf?
He needed to make sure.
This was his mate.
His one true love…
Mine…
His beast assured him.
“Mine…” George growled, before he took her lips with the kind of hungry kisses that left her in no doubt the man was ravenous for her.