her womb clenched with heat, wanting more. Hungry. Insatiable. The wolf didn’t want gentle. She didn’t want him to be good .
Eli hummed in sympathy, but he didn’t relent. “Soon, sweetheart. Almost there. Be patient with me. I don’t want to hurt you. Heat can last for days and it doesn’t care how sore you are. Let me be gentle while I can. You’ll appreciate it once you meet the rest of the pack.”
The thought of the rest of his pack joining them sent another searing wave of need and lust rolling through her. She shouldn’t want more men, especially when she couldn’t even handle the one she had. But she did. They weren’t really men anyway. They were shifters, just like her. The only people on earth who could possibly understand her driving urge to mate.
“I don’t care about that,” she cried. “I need you to fuck me, Eli. Please.”
His free hand slipped down to cup one heavy breast. He caught her nipple between his fingertips and rolled the aching peak. Her body jerked when he pinched it. She pulled away from the sharp sensation, but that only impaled her deeper onto his cock. She gasped, and he did it again, harder this time. The sting was a sharp counterpoint to the gentle kisses he rained down upon her back and shoulders. He rocked against her, gently nudges that pushed him deeper and deeper with every short thrust.
She found her fear slipping away until there was only sensation. Eli’s cock stretching her wider, slowly, inexorably filling her up. His scent surrounding her, and his hands—God, his clever, amazing hands—drifting lower and splaying briefly over her abdomen before sliding between her trembling thighs. He slicked a fingertip through her folds and then circled her swollen clit.
“My greedy little Maggie. So wet and hot. You like having my cock buried inside you, don’t you?”
She moaned, and he nudged deeper.
“Does it drive away the pain of the heat, me filling you up? Can you still feel it now?”
The desperate, needy feeling trembled in her womb and urged her to growl at him to hurry. She didn’t know if it was the heat or plain desire. The only thing she knew was that she couldn’t take much more of it. She needed him to move.
“Please,” she begged, her voice breaking.
He growled low in his throat and she arched her back as he withdrew. He rose up behind her and grabbed hold of her hips, lifting her to adjust her position to exactly the right angle.
“As my mate commands,” he said, and then drove fully inside of her in one long, relentless thrust. He didn’t stop until his hips were pressed flush against her ass, but then he held himself there for a long moment. She panted as her body struggled to adjust to his enormous cock. She cried out as he withdrew again, dragging his hard flesh along her sensitized nerve-endings. She tried to follow him, but he held her steady, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He slammed home again, and she rocked forward, falling onto her forearms. He pulled her back onto his cock, and she cried out his name.
“Is this what you want, my sweet girl?”
“Yes.” This is exactly what she’d needed. What her body had been craving.
Her breasts swayed as he drove into her again and again. His balls slapped against her skin. She arched her back, trying to take him deeper and he growled low in his throat.
He covered her again, leaning over her back. Fisting his hand in her hair, he tugged, turning her head so that he could take her mouth in a branding kiss, hot and possessive. His tongue speared into her mouth even as his cock filled her pussy. Every breath was filled with his scent. Every single cell in her body filled with awareness of him. The powerful movement of his body on her and inside her. His rasping breath and the hard pounding thrust of his cock.
There was a tremor beneath her skin as occurred just before the change. For a second, it terrified her.
“Eli,” she gasped. He’d promised she wouldn’t shift