There was no word to describe the sensation he felt, mating with his true mate. Her pussy was slicked wet and so goddamn fucking tight, a sliver of worry floated at the back of his mind. Her exquisite heat and the scent of her arousal enveloped him, making him, quite truthfully, high. This woman was catnip if he were a feline variety. Cocaine to a junky. A plump and moist red velvet cupcake to a sugar addict.

With her everything was completed. Nothing else mattered.

He kissed her greedily while planting both palms on her lush hips. She nipped back at his lower lip and tongue, eyes never left him.

He pulled his cock out ever so slowly. Her pussy clung and made wet suction noises. The friction was incredible. Sinful almost. Then, when his tip about to leave her opening, he pushed it back in until that wet heaven of her pussy swallowed him home once again.

Christ, he thought, so this is how it feels mating with a bonded. No wonder wolves would suffer if they forsook their true mates. Like his parents’ marriage. His father and mother had found their own true mates before they ever met, but they chose to forsake it because of their duties to the pack and their noble houses. Ethan remembered how miserable the two of them were together. On many occasions, his parents couldn’t stand each other.

That wouldn’t happen with him and Susan.

Their union would be different.

He stroked her hair as he fucked her gently. Getting himself familiar with her body. Finding their own rhythm of lovemaking. Slowly, he gushed his breath through clenched teeth. It took herculean willpower not to go wild with her like his wolf demanded. She was only a woman. A female human wasn’t built like a female werewolf.

She clung to him like a child who was afraid to be left behind. “Ethan…”

“You okay?”

“Uhm, yes, I think?”

Ethan quickened his pace. The pleasure she gave him tested the endurance of his self-restrain.

“Ethan…”

“Yes, beautiful?”

It just dawned on him that she was at the verge of orgasm. He fucked her slightly harder, angling it upward to hit her special spot. “Come for me, Susan. Come on my cock.”

Her eyes widened. Moans turned to groans. He thrust once. Twice. She came. Hard. Her body shook as her pussy gripped him impossibly tightly. The tremor radiated from her core enough to make him lose control. But luckily, he regained it at the very last second. He stopped thrusting as a backlash of pleasure unexpectedly ambushed him. He couldn’t believe it. He could feel her orgasm. It almost made him shoot his load.

Laughing shakily, Ethan discovered another surprising fact about mating with his bonded. He heard often that a pair of bonded had been known to fuck each other’s brains out for hours until they both collapsed in exhaustion.

“Again?” he inquired.

She only bit her lip and smiled coyly.

God, she was driving him mad.

He crushed her lips with a greedy, starving, kiss. She kissed him back just as ravenously until she stopped for air.

She smiled again. “You’re still hard…”

“You don’t think you can finish me up that easily, do you? I plan to fuck you all night long.” Her eyes blazed with fire when he repeated, “All. Night. Long.”

Wow, she mouthed silently. She didn’t mind, though.

Christ, woman, he sighed in desperation. You tempt me. There’s a dire consequence when you dare to tempt a big bad wolf, little girl.

With a strangled voice, he withdrew from her. His cock was heavy and throbbing. His balls also throbbed. They hurt like fucking hell. For now. But soon. He intended to make himself last. “Undress me,” he commanded.

She snapped her attention from her thigh where their juices dripped from her pussy. Ethan groped her and collected her juice and licked his fingers dry. The essence of her femininity burned his lust into a different high.

She unbuttoned his shirt and undid the top clasp of his trousers he didn’t bother to undo. He shrugged his shirt off, letting it fall on the floor with a soft whisper. His pants fell to his ankles. She pulled the rest of his briefs down. Ethan kicked his shoes off. His socks came next.

She watched him with lust in her eyes. “You are beautiful, Ethan.”

“So are you.”

He scooped her from the desk and carried her to bed. He deposited her in the middle of the bed. She sprawled like some innocent offering to some perverted deity. The wolf within him was more restless by the second. This woman was lust incarnated in flesh. Ripe and willing for the taking. His. The one and only.

Ethan crawled on top of her, giddy with anticipation. He looked her over with critical eyes. The huff of heavy exhalation prickled his ears and drew his gaze from her chest to her face and back to her throat. The longer his eyes remained there, the more he thought about everything that came with the movement. The rushing of the blood, the complete helplessness of total exposure, and in this case, the immense amount of trust that came with it.

She reached for his face, caressing day-old stubble. “Take me, Ethan. I’m ready.”

The animal inside him howled and he was lost.

His tongue darted at the sensitive spot in hardly a blink of an eye, lapping hungrily at her throat. The tension of muscles, the quickening pulse, the taste of her skin made his canines itch and before long, he was dragging them along. He bit and nipped hungrily, but always, offered a series of apologetic laps just after. He found her shoulder and bit her there, momentarily forgetting his strength.

She cried out. Her back arched hard, a sharp gasp following. Ethan pulled away enough to quickly lick and comfort the bite, each stroke growing a bit slower as she calmed.

He pulled away and took another close look at her. Her big doe eyes were wide, her lips parted, but the way she stared up at him was desperate, begging him to go on. This time, he planted softer kisses at her jaw and throat.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled his words in her ear. Apparently that was her erogenous zone because she shivered like a trembling leaf. So Ethan licked the shell of her ear and nibbled on the spot behind it while he recited things that he was going to do to her. She moaned deliriously in delicious, tiny, huffing chuffs that fueled his appetite and made him even hungrier.

Ethan licked his lips. The memory of her taste was still potent upon them. But this time, it wasn’t that particular taste he wanted. He rolled her onto her stomach, hands at her hips. He pressed his nose to the lowest part of her back then let his tongue out to run up her spine, taking in the scent and taste both.

His saliva left a cold trail up her back and it made her shiver hard enough that a moan was forced out as well. “Ethan,” his name followed the shuddering moan. “Oh, God, Ethan, yes.”

In reply, he grasped her hair, pulled her head to the side, and buried his face into the crook of her neck and shoulder. A sharp, hissing breath rushed through his nose and filled his lungs with her redolent scent.

Gently, he ground his erection against her plump ass. She was aware of it and instinctively rocked her hips and begged him to take her again.

Ethan spread her thighs apart and guided his cock into her waiting warmth. He pushed in. The familiar tightness welcomed him. Jesus. He clenched his teeth. Too good. Too fucking good. With a growl, he thrust his whole erection in.

She yelped.

“Does it hurt? Sorry.”

“Yes. No. Oh fuck, no. Fuck me, Ethan.”

Her reaction made him want to ravage her here and now. She mewled over and over, jerking back against him with the same growing desperation and anticipation.

He grasped her wrists and gripped them tightly then plunged into her with more force than he had the first time.

Her response was something between a pleasure squeal and a scream. “Fuck. I’m so full.”

“You can take me just fine. We just have to do it more often so you can get used to it.”

She made a noise that sounded like a laugh and a moan.

He cooed softly as he fucked her in steady thrusts. “That’s it, beautiful. Relax. Don’t fight it. I promise you only pleasure.”

She did relax and caught on the rhythm. She eagerly thrusted back against him to meet his strokes.

“Susan…” he growled. Ethan tightened his fist on her hair, a low, constant grunt emanating from the depth of his chest. She was well-lubricated now and it made it easier for him to pump faster. Fuck. It felt so fucking good he almost couldn’t help himself to ravage her. He pounded harder. Faster.

Deeper.

She cried out, her hands twisting tightly in the sheet. Her cheeks pressed against the mattress as she chanted his name deliriously.

Ethan was far beyond speech by now. Little by little he surrendered to his inner beast.

“Yes, yes,” she hoarsely screamed. Her head came up the bed, turning sideways, eyes frozen in ecstasy. Judging from her reaction, she was entirely absorbed in this animalistic mating, content to give herself over, body and soul for him.

He grunted. Her submission acted like fuel to flame. He ground and fucked and pounded her with sheer force. Her sweet, prey-like whimper only urged him to fuck her harder. Her pulsing, searing heat around his cock woke something deep inside that he’d never experienced so acutely, so intensely and he couldn’t get enough of it.

Even as he gripped her hips and roared in ecstasy, pumping his thick seed into her, he found himself absorbed in the action alone, his orgasm coming in distant second to the feeling of being so thoroughly joined and mated. His hips seemed to have designs of their own and didn’t even begin to slow down until he drew back from the mind-shattering climax. It was only once he filled her twice more that he began to come down from the frenzy, slowly sliding back and slipping from her.

Bathed with sweat and musk, he eased into the bed beside her. He pulled her limp form into his arms.

She perspired from head to toe, but even then, she still looked so goddamn beautiful. She whispered something but no sound came out. He understood her just fine.

He stroked her hair and gave her a sweet, light, butterfly kiss on her eyelid. At that very moment, he was so consumed with strong emotion that he was sure he couldn’t live without her. Love. Need. More love. It filled every fiber of his being that it almost shook him to his knees.

Ethan kissed her one more time and told her what he really felt.