Satisfied, tired, and happy.
Slate
I watch her sleep, unable to look away from her beauty. She’s mine, I felt it, she felt it. We are connected, mated. Together forever. Wherever she goes, I will follow. She freed the wolf god and then she tamed him.
I know eventually we will have to leave this den. It was a necessity when I was a wolf, but now that we are both human—well, human forms—she needs more. She deserves riches, castles, pretty dresses, and everything she could ever want. Coming from the fae, she must be used to that, but watching her now, I think she might be just as comfortable sleeping here, nude and in my arms in the dirt, as she ever was there.
My very own lady.
I feel exhaustion pulling at me, but I fight it off, wanting to remember this moment forever. All those years alone, all those years of wandering, waiting…for this, for her, and now she is here, in my arms. The way we fit together was perfection, our bodies made like two jigsaw pieces finally slotting into place. Even now, my cock is hard, aching to be buried in my mate as I restrain myself from waking her with my tongue in her pussy. She needs to rest her body, so I stow my urges.
For now.
Later? All bets are off.
After all, she’s my mate, all mine, and I will show her that, repeatedly, until she screams her pleasure so loud everyone will hear. Then they will fear me because they will know I finally have something to live for.
Alejandra
I’m losing myself…or possibly, I am simply becoming who I truly am. I feel it with each passing hour. All the rules, restrictions, and etiquette which made me a lady are fading away, until I’m not sure what is underneath. Not that any of that matters here in the forest with my wolf. Manners, protocol, and watching everything I say and do are no more. Slate doesn’t care, he urges me to be whatever and whoever I want.
But I don’t know who she is. I have conformed to others’ standards and expectations of me for so long that I don’t know who I really am. What do I like? What do I hate? Am I outspoken? Loud? Daring? I’m not sure, but I have a feeling I have all the time in the universe to find out, with Slate of course.
He’s asleep right now. I feel the soft vibrations of his growling snore. His body is curved tightly around mine, as if even in sleep he thinks I will try to escape him. How could I? After he just showed me what true pleasure is? Showed me that, for a moment, I was not alone?
I turn, unable to help myself, and watch him, stroking along his slightly furry chest. He truly is beautiful and all man, all solid muscle and glistening skin. He’s unapologetically Slate, and I find myself craving those eyes, the way he looks at me, the way he speaks…the way he touches me. I swallow, my pussy clenching until I have to press my thighs together. His nostrils flare, and my cheeks redden. He can’t smell my arousal…can he?
One moment, he’s sleeping, the next, his eyes snap open and lock on me with a ferocious intensity. Hunger is evident in his gaze, his fangs hanging down slightly. He is still more beast than human, and the raw power and beast-like appearance and reactions have shivers running through me.
I knew I never liked those feminine, pretty fae males, but I never expected to be so affected by a growling man with claws and fangs and dirty words on his lips. The adamant, truthful way he speaks and acts is refreshing. He takes what he wants, says what he wants…and right now, that’s me.
My beast watches me carefully, as though if I were to make any small movement, he will be on me and eat me whole. I can only hope so. I lick my lips, unable to help myself, and he blinks long and slow, his mouth parting on a growl. This isn’t the slow, loving Slate who took my innocence, this is his wolf. And he wants to play.
“Slate—” I start, but my voice sets him off.
He bursts into action with a roar. I gasp as he pushes me to the dirt, his hips rubbing against me, grinding his hard cock along the juncture of my thighs as he nuzzles into the crook of my neck. I blink and look the other way as he starts to lick and nip down the column of my throat. Without warning, he rears back and slams those fangs into my neck. I scream in pain, writhing beneath him, but the pain fades to a warm burning sensation, a pleasant heat that flows through me, settling in my belly and pussy. It sets me alight until I feel as wild as he is, until I’m clawing at his shoulders, unsure if I’m pushing him away or pulling him closer. My legs go instinctually around his waist.
His cock drags along my wet folds, bumping into my clit until, with a scream, I find myself exploding as the pain and pleasure mix and my body goes slack. When I come to, he is purring and kissing almost lovingly along my neck, his hard cock still pressed against me.
I’m panting and sweating, but that need is still inside me as my pussy aches, feeling empty without him. I heal fast, I know that, and right now, all I can think about is getting him back inside me, feeling that obliterating need and pleasure until everything else fades away but the joining of our bodies.
His cock inside me.
I find I like that word, and pussy, as he called it. They are vulgar, making me shiver at the naughty feeling I get from even thinking them. Maybe I am not as much of a good girl as everyone thinks I am. “Slate, please,” I whisper.
He growls against me, jerking, and the head of his cock almost slips inside me, making me whimper. “Please, my wolf, I need you,” I beg.
With a growl, he rises above me, his black hair falling into his face as his bright silver eyes shine through the inky locks like the moon. His lips are parted on a constant growl, his fangs flashing and body shaking. His claw-tipped hands grip my thighs, making me pant, but then I yelp when I’m suddenly flipped over.
My ass is dragged into the air, my face is pushed to the furs below me, and my thighs are ripped open with his clawed fingers, their sharp edges making me cry out. I’m exposed, the air flowing across my wetness as I feel his eyes locked on my center. It’s crude and dirty, and I can’t stop myself from pushing back, searching for his touch.
I ask for things with my body that I will probably never be able to ask for with my words.
He sniffs loudly. “Need,” he growls. “Mine.”
“Yes, yes, please,” I beg, willing to agree to anything if it fills this aching emptiness.
He scrapes his claw down my center, dragging it over my clit before he buries it inside me. I cry out as I push back, but I need more, it’s not enough. Suddenly, the finger pulls free, he grips my ass cheeks, and digs in, squeezing and releasing just on the edge of pain. I’m almost dripping at this point, and my cheeks heat in embarrassment as I try to restrain myself and my desire.
But he doesn’t let me. He feels me closing myself off, and his hands come down onto my cheeks in dual succession, the stinging slap loud. I jerk and cry out at the sudden pain, but then his hands are back, rubbing the sting in and making me whimper for a different reason. The burn settles into me, and I push back as I seek his cock.
“Mine,” he snarls, and I nod.
“Yours, yours, please, god.”
I don’t know if I’m referring to him as a god or the deities I worship anymore. All I know is Slate can take away these flames, he can tame them and make me feel whole again. His hands grip my cheeks and part them, his finger sliding up and prodding at my other hole. I jerk forward before he growls and drags me back for his explorations.