If she was honest, she was good with that. Especially when the head of his cock stroked her G-spot and wasn’t
that
a lovely bundle of nerves.
Yes, yes it was.
Eventually (it took forever) he possessed her fully, his hips flush with hers and pubic bone nestled against her clit in the most perfect of ways. Super, very, amazingly perfect.
Declan leaned over her, holding his weight on his hands as their gazes met. So much possessiveness and dominance lived in his expression and what should have scared her… didn’t.
“Brenna.”
“Declan,” she sighed, his warmth heating her from inside out. “Take me, Declan.”
He growled, eyes flaring until they glowed, and then he went into action. He retreated and then thrust forward once again. That set of movements set the tone of their lovemaking. Lovemaking? No, fucking, really. Lovefucking? Fuckmaking?
She didn’t know, didn’t care, and didn’t give a flying of aforementioned fuck. Especially not when the pumping of his hips increased, each meeting of their bodies sending even more joy soaring through her body.
The bed shook with each of his thrusts, jarring the furniture, and she idly wondered if they could fuck themselves through the wall.
Then it didn’t matter because he thrust hard, snarled, and shifted his hold to clutch one of her hips. His force grew, slamming into her over and over and she couldn’t help but respond. She scratched his back and screamed his name, accepted what he offered. Instead of encircling his waist with her thighs, she planted her feet on the mattress. She met every thrust of his hips, slamming their bodies together in a primal, animalistic dance.
Pleasure consumed her, Brenna’s wolf echoing the feelings with howls and whimpers inside her mind. The two of them were in agreement, Declan was a sex god with a capital Fuck and Me.
“Declan… Oh, God, Declan…” Her pussy rhythmically rippled around him, caressing his cock with the movements. “Need.”
*
Need? Fuck, Declan needed, too. Her body was on fire, stoking the flames of his need while the wolf rode him hard. With every thrust, it snarled and demanded he bite her already.
He would. He just needed her to come first. Or at least come at the same time as him.
Somebody
needed to come.
The animal accepted his thoughts but hated every part of them. Instead of whining, it added its own desires to the mix. Their thrusts were more powerful, the rub of his pelvis against hers lasting longer and pushing hard over her clit. They swallowed and clutched her moans and cries, intent on hearing them over and over for the next hundred years.
Her tits bounced, moving in time with their bodies, and they presented a temptation too great to resist. Never stuttering in his moves, he lowered his head and captured one hardened nub, sucking it into his mouth. When her gasp filled the room he purred, when it turned into a deep moan, he smiled. But when it transformed into a begging, pleading whine, he was overjoyed.
He sucked and laved, alternating between the gentle attention, and then adding in more than one pinch of his teeth. Her skin was sweet and seductive, tempting him to continue his ministrations. He reveled in the tightening of her heat, each spasm immediately following his suckling.
Sweet, delicious, and his. All his.
Sweat coated his back, body working to give her as much pleasure as possible while holding back his own.
Soon, soon, soon…
Claw-tipped nails tugged his hair, pricking his scalp as she tried to pull him closer. He knew he carried proof of her enjoyment on his back, but he reveled in the additional pain from her. His wolf was thrilled at
her
wolf’s reaction to them.
Both halves of her craved Declan and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Abandoning one breast, he kissed his way across her chest, ignoring her whines as he captured the other. Another rush of flavors assaulted him and he sought out even more.
Brenna writhed beneath him, body trembling, and yet he still fought his release. The damn woman would come first. Damn it.
His wolf howled, snarling that Declan needed to pleasure their woman and mark her already. They hated that she didn’t carry their bite and it was crucial they fix that. Now.
Bite. Come. Impregnate.
He didn’t think Brenna would take getting pregnant very well, so he was glad she wasn’t in heat. He
did not
want to have
that
conversation.
Reaching between them, he found her hard clit with ease. He would stroke her to orgasm and then mate her, tying them together forever.
The wolf tensed within him, crouched and prepared to pounce.
With the new touch, she screamed, yelling his name as she sank her claws into his skin. The scent of his blood hit the air and his animal barked with joy. Her nostrils flared and he knew the moment she caught the aroma as well. More fur covered her, the golden hue sliding over her skin, and her teeth lengthened further.
They would push into him. Soon.
“Come for me, mate.”
“Declan,” she whimpered and arched her back, baring her neck in the same move. “Please.”
The clench and release of her pussy sped, increasing in strength and frequency. He knew it was there, her orgasm balancing on the edge.
His body responded in kind, balls drawing up tightly and his cock begging for release.
Another two pumps of his hips followed by a single, bone-jarring thrust was all he needed, all she needed.
With those rapid actions, she howled for him, the sound pure wolf. His animal did the same, but before they came down from the pleasure-filled high of their shared orgasm, he struck.
He lowered his head in a lightning fast move, spreading his jaws and then closing them on her shoulder. Brenna’s sweet, delicious blood flowed over his tongue as his saliva and DNA tied to hers. The howl that’d slowly waned built anew, tearing from her throat.
With a snarl, the sound ceased and then searing pain enveloped his shoulder. It burned him, setting fire to his blood, and it was that agony that sent him over the edge.
His cock pulsed within her as his cum filled her slick passage. The bliss of her bite and blood filled him just as he filled her, body and soul. The sensations went on and on, never waning or slowing until he became a ball of sensitive fur and skin.
With her first whimper, he eased his ministrations, the wolf quick to care for their new mate. The animal withdrew, Declan’s teeth returning to a human’s shape while fur retreated and fingers reformed. With the retraction of his fangs, he released his grip on her flesh. He got to work cleaning the wound, laving it with his tongue. He alternated between savoring her blood and cursing himself for the pain he’d caused.
He didn’t regret it, though.
Brenna tightened her grip on his shoulder a bare moment before she too opened her jaws. He throbbed in pleasure and pain, savoring this moment of contentment despite the ache of claiming.
His. His. His.
Forever.
Brenna gave him the same treatment, lapping at his shoulder, and arousal blossomed again, his cock aching with the need to harden and take her.
His dick was a dumbass. He had to see to Brenna’s comfort first.
Then
he could take her again.
His shaft softened fully, allowing him to gently slide from his moist sheath. He ignored her whimper, doubly ignoring it when his wolf urged him to make her happy and fuck her again already.
Between his dick and his wolf, he was gonna go crazy.
Slowly, he gathered Brenna into his arms and rolled them, switching places so he lay against the mattress while she blanketed him with her bloody, sated body. She was a soft blanket, a comfort he hadn’t realized he’d missed over the years. He had her now, his mate, his everything, and he’d never let her go.
She would remain in his arms until death took them. Even then, he’d chase her through heaven just to hold her again.
Mine.
Brenna was over the “mine, gotta hold you all night, damn he’s like a heating blanket” thing. A girl had to pee and eat. Not necessarily in that order because hunger was winning at the moment.
Brenna eased from Declan’s bed, inching from beneath him, worming from his hold, and sliding over the edge until she thumped to the ground. She immediately popped up, peering over the side of the mattress like a prairie dog looking for danger. Well, a wolf–prairie dog hybrid.
That thought had her wondering if there really were prairie dog shifters and if there were, how big would they be. And…
She shook her head. Weird shifter ponderings could come later. Like, after a visit to the little werewolf’s room and then snacks. Big, nummy bloody ones.
Nom, nom, nom…
Watching Declan, she held her breath and waited to see if he’d wake. When all he did was grumble and hug her pillow to his chest, she released the air in her lungs.
Part of her was thrilled with her escape. The other half was ready to make fun of the big, bad, always vigilant Alpha wolf. The man slept through her getaway, what kind of protector was he?
She mentally snorted and carefully rolled to her feet. Staring down at him, at the curl resting on his forehead and the way his mouth hung open as he drooled, she realized she was happy. Really, truly happy.
Drool and all.
She made a mental note to throw a few dogs drool jokes his way when he woke.
Shaking her head, she turned, intent on grabbing a snack and then exploring the house. She hadn’t gotten much of a tour beyond the kitchen and then his bedroom. She was sure there had to be more.
She managed to take one step and then her world tilted. An arm, obviously
Declan’s
annoying arm, wrapped around her middle while a growl split the air. He yanked her backwards, sending her tumbling back into bed. She grunted when she landed on him, his heat sinking into her from behind.
“Where are you going?” He licked along her neck, stopping to suck on the bite he’d given her hours ago. The moment his tongue touched the spot her body burst into sensual flames. Her pussy slickened, preparing for him, and she groaned with the sensations.
She also whined like a toddler because she was pretty sure he broke her baby maker last night. “
Dec-lannn
.” The stupid wolf purred and nibbled her mark, tugging on the skin with his teeth and sending another bolt of arousal and ache through her. It got worse when he flexed his hips, rubbing his cloth-covered cock against her ass. “Stop that. I don’t want your teeth or cock in me right now. I’m hungry.”
He growled and increased the pressure. Bastard with his sexiness and making her clit twitch and he was not taking her to Pound Town this early in the morning. She needed coffee. And a steak.
His hand traced her stomach, stroking her from her breasts, over her rounded belly and on to cup her needy pussy.
“In a minute,” he mumbled against her skin.
“No, not a minute. I swear, you can fuck me from—” She glanced at the clock and noted the time. 8 a.m. “You can bang me from nine to noon and then again from one to six.”
It was his turn to whine like a kid. “
Brenna
…”
“Nope, that’s today’s schedule. We’ll have to discuss how things will go tomorrow when we go back to work. I can’t exactly count cash with your peen in my va-jay-jay.”
His whole body shook, jarring her, which in turn, had him rubbing her pussy. God, she needed his hands off her. Now. Before she begged him to put his peen in her va-jay-jay pre-breakfast.
“My what?”
“It doesn’t matter because it’s not happening again until nine.” She tapped his forearm. “So put your tray tables and chair backs in their original positions so I can get up.”
“I don’t…”
Brenna grumbled. “How many years have we known each other? I mean, you’ve been in love with me for forever and you
still
don’t get my humor?”
“I never said—”
She snorted. “You so do.”
He growled.
She wondered if he knew how to do anything else. And she was ready to ask him, but simply sighed instead. It was a battle left for another day. Or at least an hour from then. A girl had to eat.
“It’s okay, puppy. Feed me and we can address it later.” She patted his arm, but he didn’t move. “Declan?” Another growl. “C’mon, I’m hungry.” He didn’t move, but her stomach did grumble. “See? Even my wolf is saying ‘feed me, bitch.’ You don’t want to piss her off, do you? My mate?”
That at least had him huffing and releasing her. She had to remember the “my mate” trick for later. Like when she was shooting for a new purse and shoes to match.
Brenna scrambled from the bed and hunted for her clothes, searching for something to wear downstairs. She wasn’t going to the kitchen bare assed on the off chance Harper and Connor stopped by. She loved her BFF, she just didn’t want her BFF staring at her junk.
“Where are my clothes? Do you see my panties anywhere?” She peeked behind a large reading chair tucked in the corner.
“You mean these?”
She looked over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes when she spied what he held. Oh, it was her panties. Or what was left of them. “Damn it, Declan. What am I supposed to wear downstairs?”
He shrugged. “You’ll be easy access.”
“Easy,” she sputtered. “Oh, the train to Taco Land is now closed to you, wolf-boy.”
Declan grinned and tugged a T-shirt from one of the dresser drawers. “Here, wear this. You’ll smell like me and still be covered.”
Brenna glared. “I already smell like you.”
All over and in every crevice. She seriously needed a shower. Like, now. Based on his scowl, she wouldn’t be washing his scent off any time soon.
Ugh.
Deciding not to get into the shower-no-shower debate, she tugged on the shirt and was relieved when the hem hit her knees.
Covered, she padded toward the bedroom door, meeting Declan at the wood panel. He tugged her close, wrapping his arms around her—again.
“We need to get your things moved over. I’ll send some of the pack to gather your belongings.” He leaned down and nuzzled her neck, lips finding her mark once again.