Page 38 of Fated to the Alpha Warrior (The Wolf’s Forbidden Mate #1)
“Are you sure this is what you want?” I ask, even though it nearly kills me, just like every second spent not buried in her is agony. My voice comes out rough with need, and my wolf is practically snarling his displeasure. “I know there’s so much between us. We can stop?—”
“Don’t you dare stop.” Her voice is fierce as she glares at me, then softens, her mismatched eyes full of trust and desire. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she arches against me. “Stop focusing on all the complications and just be here with me. I want this, Kieran. I want you—all of you.”
Groaning, I align our bodies so that the head of my cock teases her lips, the feeling of her wetness against me almost too much to bear.
She’s so warm and wet from my mouth and fingers that I slip against her as I try to line up, and she whimpers with need as well as trepidation, my cock head so much bigger than her entrance that I fear I may never find it.
“If it hurts, tell me,” I manage through clenched teeth. My wolf is clawing at my control, desperate to claim our mate. “I’ll go slow.”
As slow as I can bear without exploding, that is.
She nods, and I begin to press forward, watching her face carefully for any sign of pain.
The moment I press inside her, just the barest bit, we both gasp.
She’s incredibly tight, even after all my preparation, and so hot it makes my head spin and my cock leak.
My wolf howls in triumph, snarling at me to keep going, but I grit my teeth and fight for control. I won’t hurt her.
“Breathe, Aurora,” I murmur as she tenses around me.
Sweat breaks out across my back from the strain of holding still with her right there, thighs wrapped around me, sweet skin on display.
“Just breathe like you do when you’re training.
In through your nose, out through your mouth—that’s it.
You’re doing so good for me, Spitfire, so perfect for your mate. ”
Her fingers dig into my shoulders as I work my way deeper, carefully withdrawing then pressing back in, slower than I’ve ever gone in my life.
It feels like it takes ages to get the head of my cock in, and she whimpers as the flared head presses into her body, her tight pussy clenching around me.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, a tight, hot sheath that’s agony to move slowly inside of, her pleasure and pain pulsing through our bond until I can feel every millimeter of my aching cock.
I work my way deeper, moment by moment, inch by careful inch, aware of how big I am.
The more I sheath myself in her, the stronger the bond grows, carrying waves of sensation back and forth until I can barely tell where I end and she begins.
Every movement feels charged, even with only half of me inside her.
Looking down at where we meet, she gasps as she observes, “That’s only half of it? Kieran…” Shuddering, she admits, “I don’t know if it’ll fit.”
“It will,” I promise her, holding her body up and resisting the urge to thrust wildly inside her tight, wet heat. “Already I can feel it. Can’t you?”
Reaching down, I carefully circle her clit with my thumb, and she gasps. My cock slides further inside her and we both groan at the sudden slip of her body letting me in. “I can,” she admits, followed by, with wonder, “Maybe it will fit.”
Bit by bit I work my way inside her, groaning at the way her pussy stretches tightly around me.
“You’re taking me so well, Spitfire,” I praise her, peppering kisses across her sweet face. The tenderness I feel for her threatens to overwhelm me, and it’s the only thing making it possible for me to hold back. “So good for me, so hot and wet. Fuck, you feel fucking incredible.”
She moans, her body starting to relax around me as she takes more and more of my shaft.
It takes agonizing, slow thrusts, but when I’m finally seated fully inside her, we both freeze, overwhelmed by the intensity of it as she welcomes me inside.
The broken bond snaps back into place between us, completed for a moment, although only a moment, without a bite to finish it, a bite I dare not force on her despite what she’s given me already.
This is enough. It has to be enough.
The rush of emotions I feel from her—desire, pleasure, relief, completion—are nothing compared to the love I feel for her. It steals my breath to know that this wonderful, perfect woman is letting me in like this, if only for now, if only for tonight.
“Oh god.” Aurora gasps as she feels it too, her fingers clawing at my back, which is drenched in sweat from holding back the primal urge to fuck my mate. She looks at me with wide and awestruck eyes. “Is it—sex—always like this?”
“No. Only with you.” My answer is honest. I press my forehead to hers, struggling to explain through the pleasure flooding my system.
The relief of no longer feeling that ache, that resistance from my wolf, for the first time in five years—it’s almost, although not quite, as pleasurable as burying my cock in her sweet virgin pussy.
“Only ever with you, Aurora. You were made for me.”
My answer brings tears to her eyes, and she urges me on. “Move, Kieran. I can’t take much more waiting.”
Neither can I, so I’m thankful she’s ready for me.
When I start to move, slowly drawing out and thrusting back in again, the sensation is almost too much.
Every slide of my cock inside her sends unimaginable pleasure and rightness racing through me, amplified by the bond.
Aurora moves with me instinctively, despite her newness to sex, like she was made for this, made for each other.
Her soft cries of pleasure drive me wild, especially as they grow louder and more raw, and I can tell she’s unable to hold back.
“That’s it, Spitfire,” I growl, angling my hips and her body to hit the spots that make her gasp. Sweat drips down my back and shoulders as I fight to maintain control, to keep from thrusting into her too hard. “Take all of it. You’re so perfect, so beautiful and tight. My virgin mate.”
My wolf is wild with satisfaction, reveling in having his mate.
The need to bite her, to complete the bond, is almost overwhelming.
But I won’t do that without her explicit consent—and her desire to bite me back.
So instead, I pour all my passion into making her feel good, knowing this moment won’t last, no matter how perfect it feels for both of us.
Her nails rake down my back as she writhes, the slight pain only heightening my pleasure. The bond carries every sensation between us, multiplying it until I can barely think through the sheer ecstasy—mine, and hers.
But she’s not all the way there. Not yet.
“Kieran.” She moans, her voice breaking on my name, her heels digging into my lower back as I thrust her against the tree trunk. “I’m close, please…”
“I know what you need.” I slip my hand back between us, finding her clit.
She jerks at the contact, inner muscles fluttering around me.
As I circle the nub of nerves, I twist my hips inside her, angling to hit every pleasure spot at once.
“That’s it, Spitfire. Feel how good my cock is inside you? How perfect my finger is on your clit?”
She whimpers. “Yes.”
“Then come for me,” I urge her, staring at her flushed face, loving her little gasps. “Come on my cock, Aurora. I want to feel you.”
She shudders, bucking and writhing. “Please, I can’t—I just came, it’s too much?—”
“Yes, you can.” I let my wolf’s dominance thread my voice, loving how she moans at the feeling of my cock inside her. “Let go for me like a good girl. Show me how good my cock feels inside you.”
Her orgasm hits her hard. She clamps down around me as she cries out wordlessly, fingers digging into my back.
The bond carries every ounce of her pleasure to me, so strong I can’t imagine what it would feel like if we were bonded.
An urge is there—the urge to bite—but I suppress it, focusing on my release instead.
Coming inside her is the best feeling I’ve experienced in my entire life. I roar as I bottom out in her still-clenching heat and release myself inside her. My climax deepens hers, and she twitches as I spill for several long moments, whimpering at the heat inside her.
For a long moment we just stay like that, perfectly fused, whole and complete.
We’re both trembling and sweating, sated, though only for a moment.
I can feel her heart racing against my chest, her breath coming in short gasps.
The bond hums contentedly between us, whole and healthy—only to split apart again as I slip out of her.
She whimpers, and I grunt softly. Holding her against me, I shudder as my lips find her neck. For a moment, and only a moment, I consider what it would feel like to bite her. What it would mean to finally be complete.
Then she shivers, and I remember the cold.
So I hold her with one arm, legs still around my waist, and grab our sleeping bags and blankets, strewing them on the ground.
Our journey can wait for the morning—for now, I just want to hold her, to pretend this is something I can have, something I could ever hope to deserve.
She should be mine. Wholly and completely, forever.