Wolf Bitten (7 page)

"You're so soft and hot,” he said.

Their kisses turned sloppy and demanding. With her hands on his shoulders, she lowered onto him, inch by delicious inch. She struggled at first until he guided her into a slow ride with his hands on her hips. The slick slide was heaven and the feeling of his hard, living flesh inside of her was ambrosia. The anticipation of wanting him for most of her life, and his beautiful body underneath her, combined to create an intoxicating rush. She reached for the blinding white light.

"This is too good. Bite me, Brock."

The request excited him into action. He thrust harder, pumped into her while clenching her waist, and bent his head to suck on her breasts. When he lightly bit down on her nipple, she shook and reached climax with a hot flush sweeping her head to toe.

Her eyes practically rolled back in her head, the sensation was so heady. He rotated his hips to lure her to further heights. With the pressure to her mound, she came again. Her clenching muscles pushed him to follow. His warm cum pumped deep in her center. Complete, sated as never before, Allie clutched the back of his head and held him at her breast. “I meant it. Bite me and complete the mating. Let me stay with you."

Brock managed to open his eyes, his body lax after the tension of the last few weeks. He needed to get this right.

"Are you sure, Allie? I know you're frightened of the wolf. Could you deal with being one yourself? Fighting against your own emotions to keep your animal at bay?"

"Yes. I know you. I know your family. The PACk. There was never a reason to be afraid. I've loved you all my life. I want to love you for the rest of your long life."

He was hers to command. Not that he resisted her request. Not when it was what he wanted more than his next breath. He nuzzled her neck, held her close, and reluctantly slipped out of her wet paradise.

"Don't be scared. I'll have to partially shift. This will only hurt for a second."

At her nod, he stroked her hair and hugged her tightly. His mouth stretched and his teeth lengthened, but he ignored the pain. He licked her neck and forced the words past his partially shifted mouth. “I love you."

He sank his teeth into her, quickly, but she tensed with the pain.

"Oh,” she grunted, but bravely held still.

He held her in a bruising crush to keep her still so he wouldn't damage her more than needed. The sweet taste of her blood rushed to his head. But he contained the lure. She was not prey. He was no animal. He needed no further proof than now, when the blood call loomed, and he ignored it.

He withdrew from her neck and licked her wound until the blood flow stemmed.

He whispered to her, promising.

He would hold her through her change.

He would hold her when she had his babes.

He would hold her for all time.

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As a child, Ella read books under the covers with a flashlight. There she found a special love of elves, dragons, and knights. Now that she's found her own knight in shining armor and happily ever after, she loves to write tales of fantasy hot enough to scorch the sheets. No flashlight needed.

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