“Without question.” She sensed the sincerity in his words.

Pushing away from him, she eased further onto the bed. “Then come claim me.”

Grant’s eyes flashed amber, and she could hear the crack and groan of bone as his face reshaped the tiniest bit. “Don’t say things like that, Rachel.”

She blinked her eyes and feigned ignorance. “What things?” She licked her lips, watched him follow the movement. She reached up and cupped her breast, rubbing her thumb over the hardened nipple. She resisted the urge to moan. Barely. “You don’t want me to tell you to make me yours?”

Snarling, he vaulted from the bed and tore at his tie. The damn piece of material probably cost more than her annual salary at Hemming. The silken scrap of red disappeared beneath his claws and his jacket soon followed. Instead of fumbling with buttons, he yanked on the two sides of his shirt and pulled, sending buttons flying through the room. Next, his belt was slashed with a well-placed nail. The only part of his wardrobe that survived were his slacks.

He let them fall gently from his hips. “Got to have something to wear home.”

Any words that might have escaped died on her tongue. A tongue that she’d like to run over his body as she lapped up the flavors of his skin. The man was pure, unadulterated beauty. She’d given in to staring when they’d been in the safe house, but those jeans had covered so, so much.

Like, a lot.

As in his long, thick cock that grew beneath her gaze.

Tearing her attention from his hardness, she looked her fill of the rest of his body, admired his carved muscles and the chiseled lines at his hips. Those depressions seemed to force her awareness back to his groin.

It was then she realized she was breathing heavy, panting as she stared. Her body was responding to his nearness, coming alive and aroused while in his presence. Her pussy heated, growing heavy and moist with arousal. Her skin seemed to burn with fire, her desire stoked by his closeness. Her nipples pebbled, and she was desperate to ease the growing ache.

Rachel was a ball of unfulfilled need. She wanted him to touch her. Everywhere. Then slide his thick length into her. Slowly.

It was an extremely big cock.

Beneath her gaze, his hand wrapped around his length and he pumped his dick, palm sliding over his shaft. “See something you like, sweetheart?”

Rachel whimpered and squeezed her legs together, sating a hint of her need.

He took a step toward her, and she leaned forward, hand outstretched. Brushing his arm aside, she wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroked him from root to tip and squeezed just below the head.

“So soft and hard.” A droplet of pre-come formed at the tip, and she used that bit of fluid to ease her movements. Keeping her rhythm steady, she caressed his dick, up and down. She listened to the panting moans that came from her…mate? Yes, from her mate. Soul deep groans joined his sounds, and she continued her ministrations.

“Rachel…” Her name was a mixture between a growl and a plea.

Easing closer to the edge of the bed, she leaned toward him, mouth open and lapped at the weeping slit. The flavors of man and sunlight burst over her taste buds and she moaned, enjoying his essence.

“Oh God.”

She was tempted to reply with, “No, Rachel,” but was too caught up in what she was giving her wolf. She licked him again and then suckled the tip, savoring him.

“Yes, suck it, Rachel.” His voice was no more than a garbled, gasping growl. “Suck my cock.”

Moaning, she swallowed more of him, let his length slip past her lips and deeper into her mouth. She held his velvety hardness rest against her tongue, and she reveled in his flavors. He was so hot and delicious, all man, wolf and summer sunrises.

She licked and sucked his cock, taking more with each slide along his hardness. His claw-tipped fingers slid through her locks and his hand gently cupped the back of her head. He didn’t shove or force, but held her as if she were the most delicate piece of china.

She slurped and moaned around his length, her arousal burning brighter with every slide of his cock between her lips. She held him, Grant Hemming, the big bad wolf, within her mouth and at her mercy.

Grant’s hips jerked and twitched, his cock seeming to grow within her mouth and she sucked all the harder. More of his pre-come spilled over her tongue, and she swallowed every drop.

“Rachel. Stop. Gonna.”

She increased her suction, tracing the underside of his cock with her tongue and pumping his dick in time with her mouth. She wanted him to come, wanted him to spill inside her mouth and make him feel good.

Groaning, he slipped from her mouth, pulling a whimper from her chest.

“No, sweetheart. The first time I come, it’ll be deep within this luscious pussy.”

“Hmm…” He’d pulled out of her mouth, but was still within reach. Leaning forward, she suckled the tip, enjoying his weight against her tongue.

With a groan, he pulled away and then nudged her shoulder. “Quit it or I’ll spank your pretty ass before I fuck you.”

She raised the corner of her mouth up in a grin. “That doesn’t sound like much of a threat.”

Grant growled but ruined the sound with his smile. Pushing harder this time around, she found herself on her back, the wolf leaning over her, his body aligned with hers.

“My turn.”

* * *

Grant felt her shudder, and he smiled down at his beautiful mate. Her hair was fanned out around her head, framing her within the dark locks. Those shining eyes seemed to glow, and he couldn’t wait to see them shift to amber when her wolf came alive.

Sitting back on his knees, he stared down at her, at his mate. “Do you know how gorgeous you are?”

Rachel crossed her arms over her chest and her face burned a fierce red. She turned her head away from him. “Grant.”

“None of that.” He placed a fingertip below her chin and turned her toward him. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And you’re mine.”

Not waiting for her to deny him, he released her and turned his attention to her body. Specifically, her ugly-as-sin pajamas. Single finger extended, he sliced through her clothing with delicate precision. The cloth split beneath his sharp nail and opened to reveal the pale skin he’d glimpsed over a week ago. Her smooth skin was free of blemishes and beckoned him like a siren.

He couldn’t indulge. Not yet.

“Grant?”

“Just looking at your luscious body, sweetheart. Look at all of those curves. All pretty and plump and waiting for me.” He patted himself on the back for keeping his tone even. What he’d wanted to do was growl and snarl and then bury his face between her abundant breasts.

Unwilling to risk touching her skin, he continued disrobing her. Well, he kept on ruining her clothes. A few tears on her sleeves and the top was a distant memory. A few slices on her shorts and they, too, were gone.

Which left his pleasantly plump mate bare to his gaze. Completely. She hadn’t bothered with panties, and now he was gifted with the sight of her naked form.

His memory hadn’t done her justice.

Spread before him, he couldn’t hold his need in check any longer. He reached out, careful of his sharpened nails, and stroked her luminous skin. His fingers trailed over her body, dancing over her thighs, rising higher with his every panted breath. He kneaded her flesh, relishing in the ability to stroke and pet his mate.

His mate.

The wolf wanted to claim her then and there. Demanded even. It rushed forward, attempting to force him to cede control, but Grant held fast. He’d sink his cock, and then his teeth, into luscious Rachel. With time. Her trimmed pussy was flushed pink, the evidence of her arousal glistening on her lower lips and he licked his lips in anticipation. He wanted to lap at her feminine juices.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? All spread before me?” He tore his gaze from the juncture of her thighs to focus on her desire-filled eyes. “I need to taste you.”

Grant’s voice had taken on his wolf’s baritone growl, and he struggled to maintain control. He couldn’t let the beast out to play. Yet.

“Yes.” Rachel spread her thighs wider, opening to him, and his attention returned to her cunt. That deliciously, heavenly place.

Without hesitating, he lay between her legs and eased toward her wetness. The heat of her pussy and the scent of her musk assaulted him, taunted him with what he wanted most.

Groaning, he leaned forward and lapped at the glistening slit, gathering her cream on his tongue and swallowed her salty sweetness.

“Grant!” She opened to him further, and a glance up her body revealed that his luscious mate was cupping her breasts, pinching and plucking her hard nipples.

“Damn, that’s pretty.” He kept his gaze on her hands, watched as she gave herself pleasure. Watched and learned.

She whimpered and rolled her hips, wordlessly urging him to get back to her pussy. He was happy to oblige.

Grant spread her sex lips with his fingers and zeroed in on her needy clit, the bundle of nerves flushed red and practically screaming for his attention. He licked the bud, flicked it with his tongue in a rapid beat and then soothed it with gentle laps. He repeated the process, watching Rachel’s face and using her expressions as his guide.

Rapid flicks had her panting and arching against him.

Languorous laps had her purring and rolling her hips.

Then there was the suction. He sucked on her pretty clit and watched as her chest rose and fell in heavy gasps, increasing with every additional moment he continued his attention. The scent of her arousal, that alluring musk, surrounded him and grew stronger by the second.

He moaned against her, his cock throbbing in time with her huffs and gasps and he couldn’t wait to sink into her waiting sheath.

Soon…

Forcing a bit of the wolf back, assuring the beast it’d have its chance soon, his nails receded. Not stuttering in his attentions, he moved one hand and let two of his fingers stroke the length of her pussy, sliding through her abundant cream and then coming to rest near her opening. He circled her velvet hole, round and round, noting the changes in her breathing and movements.

“Grant… Yes… Want…”

Not wasting another moment, he slid his digits into her waiting heat and was rewarded with a seductive hiss. “Yes…”

Her pussy clamped down on his invasion, tightening and milking his fingers. The only thing that could make the moment more perfect was if it were his cock.

In time.

He pumped in and out of her soaking heat, timing his gentle fucking with the sucking of her clit until he barely understood the words pouring from her tempting lips.

The spams were coming one after another and she rolled her hips, meeting his every thrust with abandon.

This was his mate, his one, his only…

“Grant.” Her voice wavered between a plea and a moan while her delectable pussy sucked on his fingers. “Need you.”

His cock throbbed painfully, thickening and spasming in a silent demand. His wolf was just as insistent, snarling and growling at him, ordering him to mount their female. Now.

So, he gave in, quit fighting his desires. As he slid his fingers free of her needy cunt, he eased the suction on her sweet clit. With one last lick, he abandoned his position and rose above his luscious, purely fuckable mate.

* * *

She was burning. Seriously. She’d read about the hot, needy, I’ll-be-your-love-slave feeling before, but never believed that it was real.

Those people weren’t liars.

Her cunt pulsed, wordlessly begging for his thick cock, and it looked like she’d finally get what she craved. Mouth glistening with her juices, Grant loomed over her, and she recognized her desire being mirrored in his features.

She slid her palms along his arms, noting his smooth skin and the muscles that flexed beneath her hands until she was able to clutch his shoulders. With gentle pressure, she eased him closer, urging him to come to her. The moment he was within reach, she brushed her lips across his in a gentle kiss. Then it became more.

Rachel slipped her tongue into his mouth and gathered the flavors he harbored. A mixture of their essences lingered, and she savored each morsel. The salty musk of her juices combined with his fresh heat and she moaned against his lips.

Grant lowered further, giving her his weight and then she felt the scorching length of his cock nestle into the juncture of her thighs. He branded her with his cock, the heavy bulk settling along her sensitive slit as they kissed. She tangled her tongue with his, lapping, licking and caressing as she pulled him even closer.

He rocked his hips, sliding his dick along her pussy, and she moaned into his mouth, relishing the tiny twinges of pleasure that his touch invoked. He repeated the caress, and she groaned this time around, gasping when the tip of his cock nudged her clit.

Again, the slide of his ridged, heavily veined length brought her a hint of bliss.

Her pussy clenched, desperate to have his thickness deep within her cunt, and she tore her mouth from his. “Now. Please, Grant, now.”

Her mate… Damn, her mate.

One arm disappeared between them for the barest of moments and his cock was poised at her entrance, her cunt repeatedly kissing the tip of his cock.

Then he was back, arms on either side of her head and gaze entirely centered on her. With slow movements, his dick pushed into her waiting, wet heat. He eased in and then retreated only to return, deeper than before.

“Don’t tease,” she whined, anxious have him deep within her body, and she rocked her hips, forcing him to give her more with the next thrust.

“Rachel, sweetheart…” His breath came out in a gasping huff. “Don’t…”

“Yes.” She needed him more than her next breath, more than life. She wanted him to claim her, wanted him to tie them together for eternity.

His eyes flashed yellow, that hue she’d come to associate with her mate’s wolf, and she appealed to the beast instead of the man.

She slid her right hand over his shoulder and along his neck, palm skimming hair that seemed to grow beneath her touch as the seconds passed. Reaching around until she cupped his skull, she fisted his hair and bared her teeth like an aggressive female wolf.

“Claim me.”

Grant snarled, flashing white, elongated canines.

“Make me yours.”

“Mine.” A snarling growl was forced past his wolven lips and then…

Then he shoved his cock deep into her pussy, ramming his dick into her soaked sheath and she screamed in ecstasy. His shaft stroked her inner walls, ridges rubbing her sensitive nerves, and the rough caress sent rolling pleasure through her aroused body.

He withdrew and slammed home again, jiggling her body, breasts bouncing with the force of his thrust.

Deep growls punctuated every shove of his dick into her pussy, his pace increasing with every breath. She yanked on his hair and was rewarded with a punishing kiss, his sharp teeth nipping her lower lip before he shoved his tongue into her mouth. He conquered her, taking what he desired and inadvertently giving her what she craved most.

Her pussy tightened and milked him, furthering her arousal and need. She ached for him, was desperate for his possession, his cum, his claiming. Grant was the man, the werewolf, for her and she wanted them tied together for all time.

He withdrew and thrust back in again, her headboard slamming against the pale pink wall and she knew they’d owe her aunt when they left.

Again, retreat and advance, pull and then push in. She wrapped her legs around his waist, tightening and increasing the power of his thrusts. She met him, movement for movement, flex for flex and gasp for gasp.

They shared their bodies and their breath. Soon, they’d share blood. He’d slide his teeth into her flesh… A spasm overtook her, a precursor to her orgasm that wrenched away her control and her whole body shook with the power of her pleasure.

Rachel pulled from their kiss until their lips were merely resting against one another. “Yes. Harder. Take me, wolf.”

The rapid slap of their bodies filled the room, mingling with the lewd, wet sounds of their lovemaking.

“Mine.”

The growled word went straight to her pussy, enveloping her in a bubble of pleasure and she spasmed around his cock, shoving toward the edge of orgasm. It’d been building, gathering steam and growing with every meeting of their hips and his claim merely pushed it along. The pleasure was building, gathering and flicking her clit until she thought she’d burst into a million fragments of light.

“Mine.”

Another bolt of ecstasy raced down her spine, adding to that increasing bubble. Her nipples were hard and sensitive, the hair on his chest abrading the needy buds.

“Mine.”

Her cunt tightened, fisting him and holding him snug within her. Right there…right… He withdrew only to push back into her sheath harder than before. He pressed his face against her neck, teeth scraping her vulnerable flesh.

“Mine.”

Rachel screamed then, her body responding to his declaration and the stinging pain of his canines scraping her skin. Her cunt clenched one final time and then tsunami-like waves crashed over her body, stealing control. Her muscles spasmed, limbs twitching and toes curling as the unadulterated pleasure poured through her veins like liquid fire.

She clutched Grant, fingers gripping his shoulders and nails digging into his back as she tried to hold on, tried to remain on earth. This wasn’t sex or making love, no, it was much more primal. A mating, a coming together of wolf and woman.

She soared, her magic roaring along her spine, and pure power cocooned her. Another thrust and another burst of bliss. Grant’s random snarls turned into a continuous growl, his hips keeping their rapid tempo, and the continued rhythm urged her on.

Rachel moaned and gasped, begging and pleading for more and less and something in between…

Until Grant struck, his teeth sliding deep into her shoulder, and overwhelming pain collapsed upon the pleasure. It twirled and twined with the ecstasy her body was experiencing and then it all became one.

His name was on her lips, body suspended while a vicious snarl filled her ears and the scent of her blood permeated the air. His hips jerked in an uneven rhythm and she felt him swell within her, thickening and pulsing against her inner walls as warmth filled her sheath.

The explosive climax had her frozen and then as his hips remained tight against hers, the suckling of her flesh eased, her orgasm ebbed. She floated back to her body, the scorching power of her completion slowing to pulsing trembles.

Gradually her breathing eased until she was no longer panting, no longer fighting for air. Grant weighed heavily on her, his tongue lapping at the wound he’d created, and each connection sent a shudder through her body.

Groaning, she eased her nails from his flesh and let her hands skim his arms before falling boneless at his sides.

His cock softened within her pussy, ceasing to fill her to the point of pain and he let loose a low groan as he rolled to the side, taking her with him and tucking her close.

Rachel snuggled into Grant’s arms with a sated sigh. The pain of his bite still throbbed in her shoulder, but what it represented overrode the discomfort. She was his mate. For life.

A very, very long life.

He stroked her arm, fingers leaving goose bumps in their wake until his hand sifted through her sex-rumpled hair. With delicate pressure, his grip forced her to tilt her head back so that she had no choice but to meet his gaze. The moment their eyes clashed he eased his hold, fingers massaging her scalp, and she practically purred in contentment.

A wolf who purred… Heh.

“Hi.” His voice had lost the growl-like quality of his wolf and returned to the smooth whisky she loved.

“Hey.”

“Sore?” His fingers gently prodded her wound.

“Not too bad.”

Grant shifted and nudged her until she lay prone beneath him. He lowered his head and then lapped at the bite, tongue bathing her wound with care.

“I’ll never hurt you again.” His words were barely a whisper.

“I know.”

“But I’d do it over in a heartbeat.” She felt, rather than saw, his smile against her abused flesh.

“I know that too.”

He licked her again, following the soothing motion with a small nip, causing her pussy to react with a pleasure-filled spasm.

“Grant,” she whimpered.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He sounded way too smug for her taste.

“I need—”

A rapid knock on her bedroom door cut off her begging, and the sound was unmistakably her aunt’s cane colliding with the hollow wood. “You need to get up outta that bed and move back to your own house. I won’t have no more of that under my roof. I made an exception, but it’s time for you two to get.” The rhythmic tap and shuffle signaled Petunia’s retreat, but her grumbled words still reached her ears. Her new, wolf-enhanced ears. “Need to leave me to my peace and quiet. Haven’t had a moment to myself since that weeping gal came to me. No bridge and…”

Grant raised a single brow. “Weeping?”

“She exaggerates.” Rachel sniffed.

“Uh huh. I think we should take her advice and get you home.”

She could feel him hardening against her hip, cock stiffening with every second that passed. “Maybe in a minute.”

“None of that, y’hear!”

Rolling her eyes, she answered her aunt. “Yes, ma’am!”

“I know you’re rolling your eyes, missy. Don’t think I won’t take a wooden spoon to your bottom, wolf or not.”

Grant smirked. “Wooden spoon?”

“Bite me.”

“I did. Want me to do it again?”

Rachel whimpered. “Please?”

He nodded. “At home. My home. With guards who will protect you. No kissing, biting or sex until then.”

“You suck.”

“Why yes, yes I do. Your clit, if I recall.” Grant winked and rolled from the bed, staring down at her. He turned away, grabbed her duffel and began stuffing her clothes into the bag. “I’ll remind you when we get home.”

“What are you doing?” She smiled, watching him hunt for her clothes.

“Packing so that you can come live with me.”

She rolled her eyes. “Grant, you want a pre-law college drop-out, witch, watcher and baby wolf to come live with you? I so don’t belong in your world. I’m happy about the mating, and I’m sure, with time, I’ll be ready to move in. In the way distant future, but—”

“As long as the ‘way distant future’ is now, we have no problems.”

“Grant…”

He dropped the bag and pounced on her. “I’ve told you once, but I’ll say it again: you are my pre-law college-dropout, witch, watcher and baby wolf. Mine. Your place is by my side.”

“You’re an aggravating ass.”

“Your aggravating ass.” Grant pressed his lips against hers in a quick kiss.

“Fine. You’re mine, and I’m yours. Happy now?”

“Very.” He gave her a wicked, wolfy smile. “Let me show you how much.”

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