Gripping her right buttock, he dug his fingers into her pulsating flesh to hold her still for the rapid volley of slaps he delivered to the sensitive undercurve of both cheeks. Her breathing turned to pants, her strident cries to tiny mewls as he returned to belabor her up-thrust globes. A blend of pain and heat blossomed across her buttocks and spread down her thighs, the soft pulsing of her flesh lulling her into accepting more.
“One of the things I like best about you, Aislyn, is your need for this.” He landed a heavy whack in the center of her butt and then scraped his calloused palm over the tender abraded area in a caress that both scratched and soothed. Sliding his hand between her legs, he cupped her pussy and pressed against her labia. “And how wet you get for me. God, you please me, little one.”
Aislyn shuddered, the note of desolation behind his gruff tone alarming her enough to regain focus. “Sir?” Lifting her head, she craned her neck to try and see his face but he stepped back further. “Is everything all right?”
It was several heart-stopping moments before he eased up on his hand enough to slide a finger inside her quivering sheath and, ignoring her question, demanded the one thing she couldn’t deny him. “Come for me.”
He pulled back to circle her clit, the hardened nub throbbing for attention. Tabling her concerns, she caved to sensation and the desire to please. “Yes, more...please,” she whimpered as he pinched her clit.
Master Gavin chuckled, that deep, rumbling laugh that stirred her in multiple ways. “Don’t ever change, promise me, Aislyn, no matter what.”
“I...” She groaned as he milked her clit, pressing firmly then releasing in rapid succession. Shaking her head, unable to say she couldn’t promise that, she let the pleasure divert her from worrying over how tonight would end. Gyrating on his hand, she quivered as the small ripples running along her vaginal walls shifted into the hard clutches of a bursting orgasm. He released her clit to drive into her spasming pussy with deep, hard thrusts that threatened her balance on the narrow bench.
Aislyn didn’t care, didn’t even heed the wobble of the spindly legs holding her up. Master Gavin wouldn’t let her fall, would never put her in physical jeopardy. Right now, that was the only thing she was sure of about him as she rode through the sweeping ecstasy encompassing her from head to toe. He didn’t give her time to catch her breath or wait for her muscles to cease spasming before replacing his fingers with his thick, latex-covered cock.
As always, her mind emptied of everything except him and his rough possession as soon as he filled her with his hot, hard flesh. Welcoming the familiar stretch and burn of his thick cock, she rode through the waves of another orgasm.
****
Gavin gripped Aislyn’s hips for anchorage against the rioting storm of emotions threatening his composure. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back and relished the tight clasp of her damp muscles gripping his shaft as he pummeled her depths with rigorous strokes. As always, her body welcomed him with slick heat and flesh-pumping clutches that drove him to the brink way too soon. He locked his jaw and tightened his hands, determined to make this final time last. Sweat broke out on his brow and trickled down his spine with the effort it took to keep his incisors tucked up, hiding the sharp points that would leave her skin marked and his scent on her for all time and seal them together in the way of his wolf.
Recalling the pain and uncertainty lacing her voice as she’d questioned him tore a hole in his gut he feared would never heal. Duty and family swore him to secrecy. He’d understood, agreed with and accepted that all of his thirty-four years. Until now.
“Fuck,” he muttered as she convulsed around his jackhammering thrusts with a shrill cry. Damn it, not yet. I’m not ready to let you go. But he had no choice. His body overruled his need to linger, to invade her wet channel until they were both numb. And duty demanded he keep his secret and return to take up the reins of his inheritance.
Sliding his thumbs toward her crack, he spread her reddened buttocks and tormented himself with the one part of her he’d resisted taking these past months. How many times had he considered saying to hell with his family and pack responsibilities just so he could make her his in every way? At least he could walk away tonight knowing he did one thing right. The hardship of holding himself in check once he’d discovered she was his mate had been worth suffering if it helped her move on after he was gone. If he had made her his in the way of his wolf, she would pine for him until death, and that he could not have handled.
His balls tightened, releasing his seed to spew into the latex covering, an abhorrent barrier but necessary for too many damn reasons. Pleasure engulfed him even as the sharp talons of his wolf dug into his abdomen, a demand to be released and allowed to dominate. Back off, cur, he ordered as his mind started clearing from the euphoric fog.
Gavin pulled out of Aislyn’s still rippling clutches with a last groan of pleasure. With no other choice, he made short work of disposing of the condom and releasing her bonds. Clasping her waist, he lifted her down and embraced her trembling body. Her turgid nipples seared his chest as he pressed her close and ran his hands down her back and over her ass until she rested against him with calm breaths. A few silent, precious moments later, she said the one thing he had been dreading.
“You’re done with me, aren’t you?”
My girl is smart,
