hand, I parted the folds of her pussy. Then I massaged
her clit in slow circles.
Her eyes widened and she moaned and
arched her back. “Bastard,” she whispered as she tilted her head up and writhed
under my assault.
Our lips connected as I trailed my
finger down into her cunt – wet and hot.
Perfect.
Kissing her chest, I licked down to her
breasts and tickled her nipple with my tongue.
“Ah!” she whimpered as her body shook.
Slowly she glanced at the altar and lines creased her forehead.
The Den Master sat in his wolf form, his
coat black with gray streaks and his eyes focused.
I turned her head back to face me.
“Pretend he isn’t there,” I said.
Slowly she nodded and grabbed my neck
with both hands. Then she pulled me down into another delightful kiss. Her lips
were so tasty I wished we could stay like that forever. Fitting so perfectly
like a key to a lock.
Our hearts hammered as one as I pulled
my hand away and pressed my cock to the tip of her entrance.
“Sam,” she moaned and I smiled.
Without another word, I pushed my member
inside to the hilt and gasped.
A harsh moan escaped her as she dug her
fingers into my back.
Gripping onto her thighs, I worked back
and forth. Her cunt squeezed my shaft, making it throb in utter pleasure. Fuck
was she tight!
I moved my hips as I pounded her. The
wetness between us slick, adding more friction with each push. Smalls shocks
sparked in my mind, urging me forward.
I pressed my body into hers. My skin on
fire.
She ran her fingers through my hair and
grabbed a fist full.
I growled and thrust harder. Leaning up
slightly to add as much pressure as I could to her clit.
Perspiration beaded down my neck as I
leaned back and stared, marveling at the expression on her face. Green eyes
drowning and lost in the moment.
“Like that?” I asked. My voice husky.
Her nails traveled down my skin, burning
and feeding the rage inside my gut. I worked her faster as she panted.
“Yes!” she moaned.
I reached up and rolled her nipple
between my fingers. Then I swayed my hips as I pulled out and back in.
Her body jerked and she screamed.
A smile tugged at my lips. She really
liked that one. Then my eyes widened as she clamped down on my cock, making her
even tighter.
The veins on the shaft pulsed as I
worked her. “Ah!” I groaned. “Keep doing that!”
She bucked her hips along to my rhythm.
Our bodies on fire and hearts beating in sync. My mind swam with hunger and
lust as I jerked back and forth. My cock begged for release as it grew.
With heavy breaths, Taylor’s body tensed
in my grasp and she screamed. A whole different kind of heat consumed me.
I gripped her shoulders and kissed her
as my cock burst. Fireworks erupted throughout my entire being before I went
limp. I took deep and ragged breaths. Then laid my head on her chest, listening
to her heart beat out of control.
Nothing would ever compare to that
moment. The pact was done and she was mine. My mate.
Slowly I looked up at her. Her eyes were
closed and sweat trickled down from her temple. Beautiful. If I died at that
moment I’d at least die happy.
“We’re married,” I panted.
She opened her eyes. Her tongue played
at the corner of her mouth. “Yeah,” she said and stared.
I rested beside her until we caught our
breaths. We each washed and put on clothes.
Taylor tucked the wedding dress into her
night bag. Some parts of the white lace stained from the dirt.
I scratched my head and frowned. Hoped a
dry cleaner could fix it.
We walked out of the den and she grabbed
my hand. The stars were brighter that night. Brightest than I’d seen in a
while.
I rubbed my thumb over her the top of
her hand. Soft and gentle.
“Can we go back?” she asked.
I glanced at the road and nodded. “Should
be safe for you. They can’t touch you now,” I said. My other hand fingered at
the marriage certificate in my pocket. Proof that she’s mine. Even wolves have
to go through tedious paperwork.
It