Page 40 of Warrick (Rocky Mountain Pack #1)

Aspen

Aisling ran at full speed back to Warrick’s home without stopping again, allowing me to shift back into our human form right as we met the bottom step of the back porch. We have a plan, something we discussed on the run here. Hopefully, Warrick will be game for it.

Throwing open the back door, I rush into the living room and slide onto the couch.

My breaths are sawing in and out from all the running and exhilaration of the chase through the woods.

I’m glad Aisling and Wraith were allowed their time together.

I hope that there will be many more runs through the woods for them.

It doesn’t take long for the back door to bang open as Warrick charges through it. His strides eat up the space between us. His large arm wraps around my back and pulls me against his chest. I let out a yip when the air rushes out of my lungs.

“You are a naughty one,” he growls as he smashes our mouths together. As our mouths dance together, he twists to sit down on the couch, forcing me to straddle him once again. “It’s our turn now. No more waiting.”

I already know where I want my mark. It might be out of jealousy.

It could be a bit of “fuck you” to the ones before me, but there is only one place my mating mark will be.

Without hesitation, I lunge for his neck, sinking my teeth into his skin, breaking the skin to ensure it permanently marks him.

His dick fills rapidly as the venom flows into him.

He grinds his hips up into me, rubbing himself along my slick.

My skin flushes as I imagine what I want to do next.

Warrick doesn’t wait for me to finish marking him before he is shifting to thrust into me at the same time that his teeth sink into me.

My mouth jerks from his neck as I moan out his name.

“Yes, fuck, that feels amazing,” I chant as I bounce on his lap.

I can feel the venom working its way through my system, my skin feeling hyper aware of everything around me.

Where his hands are, where our bodies touch, and the friction of his movements.

“There’s...” I pant as I try to gather my thoughts through the haze. “There’s one more thing I want to do.”

He lets go of my neck as he licks the wound he left. A Cheshire grin crosses his face right before he transforms into his humanoid form. Not even bothering to slow his ministrations as he does so.

If I thought I felt full before, it is of no comparison to now.

I feel even more full than I did in his human form.

So this is what stuffing feels like. The slight burn as he pumps in and out of me is so worth it.

My fingers run along his gray and white fur, enjoying the feel of it under my fingers.

Leaning forward to run my chest along it as he continues to thrust gives me the exact sensation I was hoping for.

His knot slams against my clit each time, pushing me further and further up. “Breed me, Warrick. Stuff your knot in and keep me from losing a single drop.”

One thick furry arm wraps around my back as he holds me against his chest. A growl rumbles out of him, vibrating against my sensitive nipples as he pounds harder into me. His long tongue reaches out to run along his mark, causing my orgasm to rip through me.

The first wave crests right as he shoves his knot into me. “Oh, fuck yes. Give it to me. Fill my womb.” I sound like a wanton whore, but goddess, if this isn’t everything I expected it to be.

If I thought his guttural roar during his human orgasm could shatter windows, it has nothing on his humanoid form.

It vibrates through me like two boulders grinding against each other.

The roar feels more wolf than man, as if the beast's side is more in control than his human side. I can feel his seed splashing along my walls. So much pouring into me that even his knot can’t keep it in.

His fur is matted from our combined juices as I lean over to scoop some up with my finger. I rub it between my fingers before running them across my nipple, moaning at the idea of something else I would like to try.

My eyes catch on his as they watch me. “I can think of some other ways I want to be marked.”

He shifts back to his human form so he can grab my chin in his hands, pulling my face toward his. “We won’t be leaving this couch soon if you keep it up.”

“Who said I wanted to leave?” I say as I grind down on his barely deflated knot.

“Alright, fuck it.”