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Once settled, he arched his back, dipped his head low, and kissed her. Chanin shared her taste with her, needing both the surrender and the strength found in her kiss. He would never get enough of the complexity of her kisses.

While his mouth made love to hers, he shifted and pressed his knees outward until Morlie’s were splayed wide beside his hips.

Sliding his free hand between them, he took hold of his heavy cock and slipped it down through the river of her essence toward her opening. He grasped her hip, steadying her.

Still capturing her mouth, he began to press forward.

Morlie gasped, and he swallowed it.

On he went, pushing in a full inch. Damn, she was tight.

Even with her wetness greasing his glide, he still had to back out before he could get more than his head in.

When the tip of his cock sat right along the veil of her virginity, she whimpered and locked her thighs against his hips. Her purity gate sat still intact for the most part, even though he’d forced her to ride two of his fingers.

With labored breath, he snatched his mouth from her supple, full lips and stared down at her.

Her lovely gaze held his, the bits of amber winking at him in the shadows.

It would be easy for him to thrust forward, take what remained of her virtue, and make her his.

Instead, he wanted her to be a willing accomplice in her submission.

“Give it to me. Claim me as your mate.” For him, her binding claim entailed him biting her. But in this, she could have him, coat him with the blood of her innocence, and make him hers.

Understanding what he wanted from her, she lowered her hands and clutched his hips first. Then in a bold move, she slid them around and grabbed the taut muscles of his ass.

He gave his naughty bunny a lopsided grin as he flexed his glutes under her palms. Other than that, he remained still.

Morlie stared up at him as she inhaled deep, then with a single thrust, she pushed him through and deeper. She cried out, and tears filled and spilled from her eyes. His mate's body trembled beneath him, and she offered him a watery smile before she whispered, “Mine.”

“Yes, mate...” He kissed her forehead, moved to her temple, and then captured one of the salt streams running from her eyes. “Yours.”

They weren’t close to being finished this night, and he wasn’t even halfway in her tight pussy. Arching his back, he leaned forward to whisper in her ear, he commanded, “Hold on to me. Don’t let go.”

Chanin slid just enough, then pushed in beyond the point she had taken him.

He kept a slow, steady pace, moving, thrusting in and out of her.

Morlie’s hold didn’t let up; Chanin felt the bite of her nails scraping along his ass as he pressed in deeper and deeper.

He loved it even as his skin tingled and healed.

His wolf howled.

He maneuvered one hand beneath her lush curve and palmed her backside so he could tilt her hips up at a higher angle to give him the leverage to get more of his hard length inside her.

“Chanin...I don’t know...if I can take more,” she panted and pressed her palm firmly into his abdomen as if to hold him off, keep him from going further.

With one hand he used to balance his body over hers, he reached down and captured her hands. He brought them up over her head and bound her delicate wrists in his hand.

“You can, mate, and will.” Gripping one of her thighs, he pulled her leg up and wide. “Open up for me, little bunny...let in the big, bad wolf.”

Holding her gaze, he shifted his hips back and pushed them forward, sliding his dick deeper and deeper still.

Her pussy was a vise, holding him in a fist-like grip and making him work for every inch to claim her.

He did just that. The increase of her wetness aided and abetted him.

Even as Morlie’s mind wrestled with the fear surrounding the newest pain of what was happening to her, her body understood, accepted, and made way for him.

He pulled out and rocked back into her, shaping more and more of her to him—he carved his place.

His ridges matched her grooves as he buried himself all the way in, fitting himself into the most sacred part of her body until he was a key to a perfect lock.

This moment became everything to him.

He kept a ginger tempo as he thrust back and forth until he felt her tight channel begin to relax around him, making his glide easier. Once Morlie began swiveling her hips and arched up to meet him, he praised her, “That’s it, mate. Feel how good we are together. How well we fit.”

His thrusts became stronger as he marveled at the sight of her body stretched out beneath his and the bounce of her breasts each time he drove deep.

Wrapping his arms around her thigh, resting it in the crook of his arm to keep it in the perfect position, he reached for her beguiling nipple.

He grabbed it, pinching it hard and giving his little bunny the added pain she needed.

Just as he expected, Morlie’s response was nuclear, she arched her head back and cried out from his assault on her tip, but her pussy flooded with more wetness, and she began to ride his shaft hard until she was coming.

The walls of her sex’s clenching and quivering seemed to suck his length, hungry for his seed and became Chanin’s undoing.

The erotic sensation of Morlie yielding to him and climaxing tore his completion from him.

His liquid heat rushed from his sac, his core, his very soul, and filled her to overflowing.

Their wetness combined and coated them both.

Chanin didn’t know who had named it completion because he wasn’t finished with Morlie tonight.

Pulling out, he shifted until he lined his mouth with hers and kissed her.

He would never get enough of her mouth. Unlike before, Morlie wasn’t hesitant in her kiss.

She didn’t sit back and let him lead it.

Instead, she was a voraciously willing partner in their oral coupling.

Ending the kiss, he rolled his mate over for the second time that night.

Except this time, he pulled her up to her knees before him.

When she started to rise to her hands, he pressed his palm between her shoulders and kept her upper body low even as he knocked her knees out wide with his.

The view of her lush ass in this position made his dick harder.

His erection had barely receded from his climax.

Now it was steel and pointing due north like the needle of a compass towards Morlie’s pussy.

Gripping his rock-hard shaft, he lined his head with her pretty, pink-berry opening.

Earlier, he’d slid into her, gentle and easy, knowing it was her first time. But he drove into her in one long, deep thrust this time. She had the man before; now she’d have his beast.

She whimpered but pressed her shoulders lower into the sheets as she tilted her ass higher.

Fuck . “Fuck.” Fuck . Seeing how she offered herself to him drove him insane. His words switched back and forth from his mind to his mouth of their own accord.

This woman was his equal, his perfect match.

Gripping her hips, he held her firm and pistoned forward in a steady pounding rhythm.

It wasn’t only his lust for her that continued to climb, barreling him toward a satisfactory end, but a greater need.

Something more primal. He stared down at his length, entering and exiting her tight sheath.

The evidence of Morlie’s heightened desire and pleasure was revealed in how she was creaming for him.

The milky sheen coated his shaft more and more as he pulled out.

It gave him joy to see and feel her desire for him. Even though his body demanded he take her rough, he would have gotten little satisfaction from it if Morlie was simply bent before him taking it. That was the last thing his mate was doing.

He stared over the curve of her ass, the ass that was bucking and slapping against his groin, and continued his gaze down her spine until it rested on the curve of her neck where he would place his bite.

Morlie turned her head and pressed the side of her face into the bed; her hands fisted the sheets as if holding them for purchase.

Chanin could have told her there was no need because his hold on her hips wouldn’t let her get far from him.

“Harder, harder, harder...Chanin.”

Her voice was hoarse from her screams of ecstasy, but he had no problem hearing her begging. Her petition did something to him, released something inside of him that he had barely kept leashed—his wolf.

“Yes, yes, mate,” he answered as he felt the growth of his nails into sharp tips. His fingers flexed, his nails cut into her skin as he pushed and pulled her again, and again, and again along his cock.

Chanin stared down at the markings, no longer seeing them through a man's eyes but a wolf's amber lens. Everything had a warm, golden-orange glow, but it was much clearer, in technicolor. His gums around his canine stung and burned, but unlike in the shower, he didn’t fight to hold them back; he let his teeth elongate.

Serum seeped from the pores behind his long teeth and dripped onto his tongue, thick, tangy, and sweet.

He wanted to growl, run into the woods, and howl at a moonless sky.

Moving one hand from her backside, he leaned forward and slipped it under her chest. He pressed his palm flat between her breasts and felt the strong, fast cadence of her heart. Still fucking her, he pulled her up until the cool, damp skin of her back pressed against his chest.

Lowering his head, he dragged his nose over the silky skin from her neck to the curve of her shoulder. He loved her smell and the feel of her soft flesh.

“Chanin?” Her question was hesitant.

When she tried to turn and look at him over her shoulder, he lifted his other hand to the short coils of her hair. He fisted it, pulling her head to the side and availing the slope between her neck and shoulder to his waiting mouth.