Page 47 of The Wolf Lord's Mate

My head spun; I was already dizzy in his presence, caught up in the tides of him, and being tossed upside down wasn't helping give me any clarity. Not that there was much of a chance of that anymore—he had me, at least for the moment.

For the afternoon, I was his.

"Put me down," I squirmed on Nathaniel's shoulder, "Nathaniel!"

"Trust your mate, little one," I squealed as a sharp smack landed on my ass, the sensation shooting straight to the already throbbing space between my legs. I was still squirming, but for a very different reason now. Lust clouded every corner of my mind, descending over me in a feverish fog of need.

In that moment I had no more hesitations or worries, and though I knew they might return afterwards, I was too desperate for him to care. That was a problem for future me, and what present me needed was My Lord.

Nathaniel shoved through the door, crossing the floor in long strides. He paused briefly, but I couldn't see where he had stopped, my view consumed by his broad back. I heard the tap running, then water hitting the basin and a ruffle of a kitchen rag.

"What are you doing?" I wriggled on Nathaniel's shoulder, trying to get down, but a hand clamped down on my thigh, ceasing my motions.

"Cleaning off the deer," Nathaniel squeezed into the soft skin of my thigh, his fingers trailing up under my skirt, "I've been waiting to touch that sweet little pussy of yours since the moment we met, I have to make sure I treat it right."

I sucked in air as Nathaniel's fingertips brushed against the fabric of my panties, stroking against the wetness already pooling there. "Excited, are we? You're going to make a mess."

"It's your fault," I whimpered as Nathaniel pulled his fingers away, "It's all your relentless teasing."

A growl reverberated through Nathaniel, and I squeaked as another slap landed on my ass. The sting was muffled by my dress, and I found myself yearning for the touch of his hand against my bare skin.

Nathaniel readjusted me on his shoulder, and in an instant we were up the ladder-steps, and I was on my back in the middle of the bed.

Nathaniel was on me in an instant, crashing his lips against mine, his tongue swirling inside my mouth as he took control of the kiss completely. My dress slipped further down my shoulders, and Nathaniel tugged it down further to my waist before slipping it off of me entirely.

I was almost completely naked in front of him, hiding only my most sensitive parts, and Nathaniel hesitated, pulling away and gazing down at me. A brief flash of self consciousness surged in me, but it disappeared at the look on his face; one of yearning and awe. Nathaniel raked his eyes over my body, taking in my bared form with reverence and a vicious sort of hunger.

"You are perfect," Nathaniel murmured, placing his hand on the space between my breasts, slowly trailing his fingers lower and lower, "Do you know how difficult it's been not to be able to touch you like this? How many dreams I've had about you? But now you're mine, all mine."

Nathaniel's fingers hooked around my panties, pulling them down my legs in a single movement. They disappeared somewhere on the other side of the room along with Nathaniel's shirt, his muscles glistening with sweat and his abs flexing as his breathing grew heavier. Nathaniel's nostrils flared, his jaw clenching as he stared down at me.

Heat surged up my neck, my face practically on fire at the dark look in Nathaniel's eyes as he gazed at the most intimate parts of me. That heat was everywhere, my skin tingling like it was covered in flames; I couldn't think, I couldn't breathe—there was only him. There was only Nathaniel, and nothing else existed.

Nothing else ever could, not when he was there. My heart pounded in my chest, blood rushing in my ears, my cunt practically throbbing for him.

I reached up towards Nathaniel, but he stopped my hand, pushing it gently back down.

"Don't move, love," Nathaniel pressed my wrist down against the mattress, "This is about you. Let me take care of you, let me make you feel good, let me pleasure you—please. I have waited desperately for the opportunity to worship you the way you deserve, and I intend on savoring every minute of it."

"What about you?" I whispered, "What about your pleasure?" The size of his cock still brought as much excitement as it did trepidation, but I didn't want to let him down. I was suddenly filled by the desperate urge to please him, to make him feel as good as he wanted me to feel.

"Your pleasure is my pleasure, little one," Nathaniel's hands gripped my thighs, pulling them further apart, "Fucking you will be ecstasy, but we have time to get there. You've never been with a male, and I want to ease you into it—I want you to get used to my touch first, to crave it. And when you're ready, I will take you for hours, until you forget of everything else but the feeling of my cock inside of you. We'll take it step by step, but first," Nathaniel stroked his fingers over my slit, teasing me, "We're going to start with making you cum, little mate."