Clover
Clover couldn’t believe her eyes as Ash stood naked in front of her. Before she met Ash, she’d wanted excitement, and here she stood about to experience it with a werewolf. He had just pushed off his briefs and his cock bobbed away from him. Once he entered her, all of it became hers and he looked freaking big.
“Don’t worry, I’ll fit.” He winked and crossed the room. Clover took in a deep breath and tried to relax. Any second now she would be bound to him forever. He crawled up her body trailing kisses as he inched up. With each sweet kiss, the tension eased from her muscles. “I’m not going to hurt you, Clover.”
“It’s not that.” She bit her lower lip regretting the words slipping from her mouth.
“Then what?”
“Forever.” Clover licked her lower lips and he nodded. Once they completed the bond, they would be linked together no matter what. Yet trying to run away from him seemed crazier than accepting their bond. Her soul called to him in a strong consuming way.
“Just think about the now and we’ll make it to forever.” He kissed her, and the rest of her resistance vanished. His lips were magic on her skin. When his tip pressed against her entrance she welcomed him in. She didn’t want to fight her need anymore.
Ever so slowly he inched into her core, sweet pleasure rolled up her body, demanding more. She wrapped her hands around his back and pulled him closer. Her lips parted as pleasure rolled through her nerves.
“Don’t hold back,” Clover whispered and bit at his neck. A soft groan rumbled against her throat. He rocked into her once sending more heat into her belly.
“You sure?” Ash nipped at her ear making her moan.
“Yes.” Clover tipped her hips up and took every inch of him inside her. He pulled out and slammed into her, white-hot pleasure zipped up her spine. “More.”
He gripped her hips tight and pumped into her body, each thrust building toward a strong orgasm. She grabbed onto the sheets trying her best to ground herself from coming too quickly. The need to enjoy every sweet entry pulsed through her belly. Her breath hitched as the bliss threatened to take over. When she met his heated gaze she almost lost it then, the intensity burned away any insecurity she had about forever. And no matter how hard she tried to stop the orgasm, nothing worked. She cried out his name as her back bowed up while he slowed his punishing pace.
“That was beautiful.” Ash slowed down and pulled himself away. “Now bend over, my dear. I need to see your sweet ass.”
She sucked in a shaky breath and rolled onto her stomach. With his help, she pulled herself onto her knees and he pressed his tip into her entrance. Need pooled in her belly as she slowly slid herself onto his shaft. His groans spurred her on. After a few strokes by her, he gripped onto her hips and took over again. This time her pleasure built slower but still stronger than before. Her nipples brushed against the soft sheets sending zips of heat and desire right to her core.
The fear of being with Ash forever didn’t consume her like before, instead, the pleasure from his sweet thrusts consumed her thoughts. His grip tightened on her hips and he picked up his pace. He leaned forward and nipped at her shoulder sending more heat to her core. Oh, so close! She gripped onto the sheets and seconds later she spilled into her second orgasm, only this time Ash followed her seconds later. His cock swelled inside her body as he spilled himself inside her.
The zip of current sent a wave of aftershock through her system and she cried out. Her legs shook under her and she fell onto the sheets as he slipped out.
“You, my dear, are amazing.” He rolled her to her side and kissed her lips. Forever, I’m now his till we die. She sighed with relief and relaxed into the mattress. Ash fell onto the bed next to her. His hand wrapped onto her chest and she slipped into a dream…
“Run, Patrick!” His mother’s voice screamed through the house. Clover tried to reach for Patrick, but he wasn’t on the stairs this time. A thud sounded to Clover’s right and she ran up the stairs searching for the little boy.
She opened the bedroom door and fell into a dark room with chains all around the stone walls. Fear clenched at her soul trying to consume her.
“Patrick?” Clover hissed. She tried to stand but her feet were bound. What the hell? How did this happen? Clover scanned the room again and found Patrick with a chain around his neck, tears rolling down his face.
“Sweetheart, look at me.” Clover lifted herself up onto her knees and then reached for him.
“Move any more and you’ll die,” a creepy as fuck voice spoke behind her. When she turned around, a dark shadow loomed over her. “You didn’t listen.” Heat seared her chest.
Clover bolted up in the bed, sweat covering her flesh and curls sticking to her face.
“What’s wrong?” Ash rubbed her back as he sat next to her. Light cascaded into the room from the part in the window coverings.
“Nothing just a really bad, no, fucked-up dream.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.” Clover rolled her shoulders. “I think I’m going to shower then make breakfast.” She climbed out of the bed and left her new mate. She didn’t want to tell him about the dream and scare him.
Why do I have this bad feeling something evil is coming my way? She slid into the shower hoping to wash away the tingling sensation.