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CHAPTER 13 - ASTRA

R aze’s kisses turned hungry and demanding, and I knew where this was headed. Down onto our sleeping bags for some fun to work up even more of an appetite. Confirming my suspicions, he lifted me over his shoulder, carrying me caveman-style into our tent, and lowering me to the floor.

“Grab our pillows,” he ordered in a gruff voice, all grit and no mercy. “We’re sleeping under the stars.” He snatched up our sleeping bags, tossing them over his shoulder, spanking me on the ass, warning me to hurry up and get back under the crimson sunset.

We emerged from our tent, settling our mat and sleeping items on the sandy ground. He claimed my hand, pulled me down, lying me beneath his massive frame as he braced himself on his fists, the appreciation of his cerulean eyes tracking over my face and throat, lighting a new blaze.

“I haven’t tasted you in so long, Little Wolf,” he growled, trailing his palms along my hips and waist, sparking a fire hotter than the one outside our tent.

“You better not have forgotten how I taste.” I unbuttoned the collar of his polo shirt and tugged the end up the bumps of his stomach, over his ribs, and off his muscular shoulders. I ran my fingers over the flex of his massive torso, loving his dark skin to my lighter tone.

“I’ll never forget a thing about you, my mate.” His sweet words were better than a rain shower on a hot day.

He tugged off the t-shirt Luna brought me to wear for my stay, his eyes flaming at my unflattering, white prison-issue bra that only my men made me feel sexy wearing.

He palmed my breasts with rough hands, his claws extending, and I braced for him to slice that baby right off. Instead, he growled, rolling me onto my side, and removing it the hard way.

“I can’t wait to fill this belly with pups,” he croaked.

“No pups yet.” I arched up into his hold, needing him to retract his claws and roll my nipples between his thumb and forefinger to relieve the ache between my legs.

“Then you wait longer for my cock.” He came to rest on his side and leaned over me, taking my right nipple in his mouth, sucking so hard I gasped and sank my nails into his dark hair, kneading his scalp.

“Don’t make me wait too long, my wolf,” I panted. “We haven’t been together in over a month, and I need you inside me.”

“Only when you’re a good girl.”

Oh, fuck. I loved it when he talked like one of the heroes from my romance novels.

His fingers made deft work of the ties on my sweatpants, inching them down my legs, kissing his way down with them, over my ribs, belly, the top of my pussy, my thighs, knees, and ankles.

“Have you been a good girl?” He worked his way back up my body, boiling me into a puddle of steam. “Not fighting with Knoxe or your father? Have you obeyed your new Alpha?”

“No and yes!” I undulated beneath my wolf, desperate for him to touch me where I needed it the most.

“That’s my good mate.” He treated my left nipple to the same delicious care as the right, sucking it and swirling his tongue over it, leaving no part of it untouched by his mouth.

His cock thickened against my pussy, and I rolled against him.

“Not yet, Little Wolf.” His hand came to rest over my hip bone, pushing me down, forcing me to do things his way.

Raze was all about teasing and delayed gratification. How he first fucked me. How we fucked when it was just us two and had the time to spare. In the prison, we had to make our time count, often having hard and fast quickies in between activities, or when in a group. We rarely got the time to take it slow and soft. Free of those constraints, we had all the time in the world to set our own pace, and the switch-up was refreshing.

I disobeyed his order to be good and peeled his zipper down and yanked at his jeans, needing his hot length in my hands.

To punish me, he rolled me onto my belly and dragged his nails down my sides and back. “What I want to do to you, Little Wolf.” He spanked my ass to prove it. “But I’m going to be gentle this time.”

I glanced over my shoulder and raised an eyebrow at him. “Gentle? My wolf doesn’t know gentle.”

He and Knoxe fucked me rough like wild beasts. And that was how I liked it, the contrast to Tor and Pascal’s sensual and slow lovemaking.

“You were hurt days ago, and I’m not cruel.” Raze hooked his fingers in my panties and lowered them down my ass and legs.

I loved it when he was soft with me on rare occasions. As for the pain, I didn’t care about that when Knoxe desensitized me to it in training my ass off.

With a final spank on my ass and a groan, my wolf twisted me onto my back. His eyes were liquid blue as his palm skimmed from my side up to the corner of my breast. He stretched over me to take my lips in a languid kiss that went on for what seemed like forever.

His nostrils flared, and he sniffed the air. “The meat won’t be ready for a while.”

“We’ll have to entertain ourselves,” I purred at him.

Settled between my thighs, he lowered himself to his stomach. “Yes, we will.” His hands went to the underside of my knees and lifted my legs over his shoulder. He took in my scent before lowering his mouth to me and sucking my clit hard.

“Mmm… nothing tastes as sweet as my mate.” His tongue swiped along my entire length, and I squirmed for more.

“Right there,” I groaned, and he gripped my legs tighter, rewarding me with flicks of his tongue, firing me up further.

He circled my clit with his tongue, then sucked me into his mouth, alternating between that and tonguing me. I writhed beneath him, climbing higher and faster to my destination. My fingers tangled in his hair and tugged.

I missed the thick coarseness of his hair. Missed his earthy scent, like the forest and desert wrapped into one. Missed his gravelly voice and growls. Missed the contrast of his roughness in bed with his softness outside of it. Most of all, I missed him—the steady calm he gave me, the connection to the wild, the way he revered me like the ancestors he paid homage to.

His grunt spurred me to pull harder, knowing he liked it. In the romance books I devoured, wolf shifters bit licked and scratched to show their enjoyment. Experience showed me Raze loved it too, and I dragged my nails through his scalp and back, hard enough to leave red marks.

“Fuck, yes, Little Wolf. Mark me with your blunt claws,” he groaned into my pussy and almost tipped me over the edge. “Do you need more, my mate?” He teased my entrance with two fingers, circling the outside, inserting one and pulling it out to suck his finger and groan.

Oh, God, I loved it when he did that.

“More,” I growled back at him.

“I’ll give you what you want.” He rewarded me with the most intense tongue and finger fucking of my life, and I didn’t need the night sky to see stars as they exploded behind my eyelids.

“Raze,” I panted, fumbling for his face, wanting his mouth on mine as I floated back to earth and readied myself to take his cock.

He crawled up my body and sucked my lower lip into his mouth, alternating between light bites, licks, and deep rolls between his lips.

“I’m going to do something I haven’t done before, Little Wolf.” He traced patterns on my stomach and ribcage, swirling around my breasts and nipples, dotting them as if my body were his canvas. “I need you on your belly.”

I moved to position myself for him, but he grabbed my knees, holding me still.

“No, I must do it,” he said, eyes burned a dark blue. “You must submit to me for the mating.”

Mating. Hell, yes!

I raised two palms, smiled, and teased, “I’ll be a good girl and submit.”

He squeezed my breasts. “We can’t wear a condom, though. It has to be just us. Do you consent?”

Oh. Wow.

I just had my period and should be fine in the conception department.

I leaned up on my elbows to cup his face. “Yes, I consent.”

“Good.” Raze growled and rolled me onto my stomach, lovingly grazing my ass and lower back. “I want to feel all of you, my mate. No constraints.”

“I want that too.” I reached back to stroke his jaw, loving the feel of his hard edges.

“So beautiful and mine,” he rumbled, and kissed my shoulder.

He leaned down and nipped my shoulder, spurring me to tilt my head to the side, giving him better access to mark my skin. This gentle side of Raze was a nice change.

“Mate me, my wolf.” I gave the orders for once.

He positioned himself at my back, rubbing his cock through my folds, and I fisted the sleeping bag beneath me, eager for more.

“Such a good mate.” He sank his teeth into the soft flesh between my neck and shoulder. “This will show everyone who you belong to.”

I shuddered through my second orgasm, the fire crackling and spitting embers in time to the detonations in my core. I thought only shifters came when their mates marked them. Nope. I was one lucky female.

He laved at the spot to ease the burn. “I’m going to do that again and again, all over your body.” Burning palms skated up my sides. “With the mate marks, we’ll find our way back to each other always.”

Doing as he promised, he leaned back, biting both ass cheeks, massaging the sting from them.

“Raze, please, I need you.” Turned on as all hell, I rocked back against his legs for more friction. Mating orgasms were well and good, but I wanted our bodies joined, him inside me, climaxing with me, making it that bit more special.

“You’ve just added another minute to the clock.” Raze continued to edge me, dragging his cock through my drenched folds, taking me to the threshold of orgasm, then withdrawing over and over for the promised minute.

He had me sobbing and begging for him to give me what we both needed.

“You’ve been such a good mate, how can I deny you?” He rocked into me slowly, clasping my neck, tilting my head back to kiss me. “I love you, Little Wolf. You’re mine now. Always.”

“I’m yours,” I breathed into his mouth.

Sparks skittered across my body as he marked me all over on my jaw, neck, shoulder, and collarbones. My body was jelly from all the releases he pushed me through in quick succession.

“Fuck, my mate, you take my cock so well.” Our lips and tongues slid over each other in a slick dance. “We’re made for each other.”

Yes, we were.

He snapped his hips, his cock hitting the right spot, sailing me closer to a different kind of orgasm, one more powerful when we did it together. I loved the feeling of his body crashing into mine, the weight of him, heat of his body, his cock sinking deeper, his mouth plundering mine. His motions sped up as he chased our pleasure, sinking his teeth into my throat one last time, making me shatter on his length, squeezing him, and he roared, coming inside me in long, hot bursts.

When he finished, he rolled off and lay next to me, brushing my sides and letting me catch my breath. We kissed for some moments in our afterglow, his leg draped over mine, my arms around his waist, my hands on his back, nails scratching him. He tried to push his cum inside me three times, and I smacked him away each time, wary that he wanted me pregnant. Wrong time of the month, but I had to put my foot down.

He ran a finger over my sweaty belly. “Are you hungry, my mate?”

“For food, yes.” I needed a breather and to get feeling back into my numb body, which went into a little shock from all the pleasure.

He smiled, nudged me back on my stomach, and spanked my ass. “Just kidding.” Laughing, he pulled me back and helped me to sit up.

My wolf removed the three types of meat from the skewer, sliding off strips of food onto the plastic plate and feeding me until I was full. He didn’t take one bite until his wolf was assured I was satisfied. This was what a life with Raze would be about—pleasure, nurturing, protection, and love, and I couldn’t wait until my men and I were out of the Guardians forever.