CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

 

 

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“I don’t think you want a headless mate!” Sandy protested on a chuckle when he’d grabbed two handfuls of her shirt and yanked it over her head, bouncing the back of her noggin off the mattress in his haste.

“It would cut down on the chatter,” he teased, but the little gasp of disbelief that left her lips made him have a Scooby Doo moment, and he revisited that thought. “I’m joking – I love that you talk more than the TV.”

“Oh, you’re so going to pay for that one,” she lied.

She had no intention of zapping him then. Not when they were so close to being totally skin on skin against each other.

“I thought I might – I need to learn to filter…”

“Good idea, work on that later,” she said, fisting his shirt and wrenching it up to uncover his hard body. She got it half way up over his head but didn’t have the reach to whip it off completely, and she was a little distracted by all that man chest.

“Is this like payback for that remark?”

Sandy snorted a chuckle. “Stop being male and help me.”

“I would, but I’m blind,” he shot back to the sound of sniggers coming from her.

“Okay, well my interest has gone…”

Joel whipped the shirt off his head and eyed her with a surprised, and somewhat pained expression. “Really?” He winced at screwing things up.

“Nooo!” She offered him a look of disbelief.

“Oh, thank your Goddess!”

“Well, let that be a lesson to you of what can happen.” He grinned from ear to ear, nodding like he was listening as he grasped her bra and tore it clean in half. There was a small squeak that caught in the back of her throat as she craned her head up and looked down.

“Was that wrong? Because I have to tell you – it felt so right.” His wolfish grin was all she saw as she looked at him.

“Works for me.” She frowned a little, but when he dipped his head and took one hard bud in his mouth – her thoughts turned to more important things than a bra.

Joel lavished his attention on her body. Every inch that he was privileged to uncover; he nipped, licked, and sucked, and she wasn’t raising any objections. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t vocal. Boy, could his mate paint an erotic picture in his mind.

Joel was barely able to concentrate on keeping his wild side at bay. His wolf wanted out to mark her, and the beast was getting as fidgety as his mate was.

“Could we speed things up?” she breathed out as she tugged on his hair and tried to wrench him up her body.

“Do you have an appointment?” Joel chuckled against her inner thigh before he licked down toward the intoxicating scent of her arousal that was beckoning him on.

“Hopefully with a happily ever after, but it’s taking its time to … oooo…” She stopped talking, stopped trying to wrench his head from his neck, at the feel of his tongue against her needy sex.

Joel had no intention of breaking away from her now. Not now that he’d gotten a taste of her on his tongue. She wanted her happily ever after, and boy, was he going to make sure that she got it.

 

 

 

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There was a time and place for everything, and Sandy was sure that now, after such a potent and intense happily ever after, wasn’t a good time to rip the hair right out of his head, but the man was like a dog with a bone, and he wasn’t letting go of his new favourite toy – her.

She needed a moment to get herself together, and he was still feasting on that part of her body that gave her the frustrating urge to hit him over the head with a skillet just so her nerves got a break to calm down.

“Enough already!” she shrieked out as she yanked at his hair and his head snapped up with a dopey look on his face and fear in his eyes that he’d done something wrong.

“Did I hurt you?” He swiped the back of his hand over his mouth and started to climb up her body. All she saw was him – big him – muscled him – a really, really big swaying and waving part of him that reminded her of exactly what it was she wanted and why.

“You might be about to,” she said and swallowed down hard at the size of him.

“Trust that fate made you for me…” he chuckled, and she cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Maybe fate got the measurements wrong!” There was a Mutley quality to the sound of his laughter as he settled in above her on his elbows. “You can blooming laugh, but you’re not about to get skewered!”

   “I promise…”

“Don’t make promises you can’t…” He slowly opened her body up to his, and she almost held her breath, almost, because the way he filled her caused a heady friction inside of her that sent jolts of pleasure straight to her womb.

“You were saying?” he asked as he gazed down into her eyes, taking in the way that she looked and consigning it to memory as they became one for the first time.

“No matter – we’re all good.”

She remembered to breathe, not that breathing was the most important part of her life right then, but she’d hate to black out and miss the grand finale. That would be a crying shame.

Joel moved slowly from the tip to the hilt, back and forth, over and over, allowing her body the time it needed to adjust to him. He was fighting his feral side. He was fighting to keep his beast leashed tightly within him, but the wolf wanted out – wanted to mark her as theirs, and he knew that he was fighting a losing battle, but one he was glad to lose eventually. But not yet, and as she reached for him, so he caught her wrists and pushed them back against the bed out of temptations reach.

He moved, shifted position, and grunted at the pleasure of her inner muscles squeezing around him. Her body fitted his like a glove, and he knew he couldn’t keep control forever. He wanted, needed to lose himself in her, with her, and as that friction built inside of her – she knew it too.

Joel wrapped an arm around her back and scooped her up from the bed against his body. The feel of her hands against his back, the way her fingers curled into his skin, and the press of her fingernails against his flesh was almost more than he could stand.

Sandy breathed his name over and over the closer that she got to the edge of the abyss, and he was taking her there, faster and faster as that inner friction built.

Joel couldn’t fight his beast a minute longer. He could feel her inner muscle starting to clamp down hard, and he allowed his fangs to elongate. He ran his tongue down over her shoulder and found the place where he would place his mark – then he opened his jaws on either side of her delicate flesh and counted down the moments until she cried out – lost to the intensity of the orgasm that exploded through her.

Joel bit down into her skin. His razor sharp fangs buried deep and made her cry out with pain as he tasted her blood on his tongue and savoured it. His beast howled within him at their joining, and he reached for her soul – joined together forever.

Joel eased his fangs from her flesh and licked over the wound to seal it. A fever burned within his blood to complete the bond between them, and he lost himself inside of her.

Every thrust into her body took him closer to planting his seed within her womb and making her his. Over and over; he took her to the hilt and created the sort of friction that took her right back up to the heady heights of release once more.

Joel’s muscles were tight and burning as he held onto his own need until she cried out once more. He craned his head back on his neck and howled like he’d never howled before as he buried his length to the hilt, over and over, and gave her every last drop of his seed that he had to give.

Spent. As tired as a newborn pup; he collected her in his arms and lowered them back to the mattress. His woman – his mate – his forever love – he wrapped her within the protective embrace of his arms and listened to her breath.

He’d never felt so contented in his life before. He guessed he had something to thank that wicked witch, Bree for after all.