A Wolf's Claim (A BBW Paranormal Christmas Romance): The Holiday Ball Read Online Free PDF

“Breathe, baby.”
    Her nails bit into the muscle of his biceps as he pressed forward. She arched her back, inviting him inside. He watched as she took every inch of him, his dick throbbing as the wet heat encased him. Her eyes closed and her lips parted in a cry as he touched her womb with the head of his cock.
    He shifted higher on her body, keeping their bodies joined as one. Slowly, he moved in and out of her body with soft, shallow strokes. He brushed the tousled locks of hair away from her face. “Okay?”
    She shook her head and he stilled, his heart clenching. The last thing he wanted was to hurt his mate.
    Her hands moved and gripped his hips, pulling him to her. “I need to come, baby,” she whispered. “Don’t stop. Please, please don’t stop.”
    His control snapped and his wolf leapt forward, merging with the man. His hips thrust hard and deep. He angled the strokes so he was riding her clit with each thrust. The muscles of her cunt clamped down on his dick as she convulsed with her release.
    He moved faster. Must. Please. Mate, h is wolf panted in his head.
    He fisted her hair in one hand and pushed his tongue deep into her mouth, needing to taste her as he took her. He bit at her mouth, her jaw, her neck, marking her anywhere he could. She sobbed into his mouth as he caught her thigh in his other hand, dragging it across his arm to keep her stretched wide as he fucked with wild abandon. His balls grew heavy and pulled up, signaling he was about to come. Oh, how he wanted to spurt inside her, but he needed to do this right so there could never be any doubt that he had claimed her.
    Amber wailed as he pulled away. She’d been so close, damn him. Shudders ran through her body, her pussy clenching as her release receded. Losing the thick, burning fullness of his cock left her empty. Wanting.
    She caught a brief glimpse of his dick, pulsing and red, gleaming with her cream, before the world turned upside down and she found herself on her stomach, his hard body pressing her into the mattress, his cock a rod of burning steel between her buttocks.
    “Mate with me.”
    The words were a gritted growl, more of a command than a question, originating from deep within. From his animal. The deep timber of his voice flowed over her like a heated touch, making her body ache for fulfillment.
    “I’m sorry I made us wait, mate.” he whispered. “I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner.”
    Amber stilled beneath him. The years she had attended the Holiday Ball had been the saddest. Because every year she’d left without a mate. Even though she was a witch, a supernatural being fate favored to mate with a wolf, she’d thought destiny had passed her by and she would spend eternity alone, practicing her craft and helping others.
    Never. I would have found you.
    I know. There was no doubt now that she heard the wolf talking inside her head.
    Her wolf.
    Always, little witch.
    He eased away from her, positioning her on her knees, her ass raised high in the air. Placing open-mouthed kisses along her spine, he stroked his hands upward until he was cupping the heavy weight of her breasts. He pinched and tweaked the nipples until they puckered and tightened between his fingers. Giving one last sharp tug, he moved his hands back down her sides.
    Fuck, he loved her curves. She was a full-bodied woman and he could unleash his passion, knowing she could take it—and return it tenfold. He palmed the twin globes of her ass, pulling the cheeks apart. He licked the puckered rose he’d exposed.
    Amber tried to jerk away but he tightened his hold. “Easy.” His breath whispered over the wet flesh adding to a pleasure she’d never thought she’d enjoy. He tortured her for several long moments before biting one fleshy cheek and moving away.
    But not for long. She arched her back as two of his fingers thrust inside her wet pussy. She hadn’t expected to respond like this. Her past sexual experiences had been okay. Nothing earth