“That’s the point.” Maisy jerked his hair roughly. “I don’t want to talk. I want you to make me yours, Zohar.”
“We need to go slow.” Zohar fought for self-control.
“Why?” Maisy bit his bottom lip, drawing blood. “I don’t want slow. I’ve never felt like this before but I feel wild, and it’s spine-tingling good. Take me, Zohar, please.”
Zohar could resist their mating call no longer, rolling over to cage her with his body, taking his weight on his thick strong arms. “You’re mine, Maisy, all mine, and you always will be. Anyone even looks at you the wrong way, I’ll rip their head off. I promise I’ll protect you, little one, always.”
Maisy giggled, her hand shooting to cover her mouth when he scowled down at her. “Sorry, that wasn’t quite what I was expecting to hear, but it fits you perfectly, my fierce Zohar. I’m yours and I’ll always be yours, and just so you know, if you so much as look at another She-Wolf, I’ll rip your balls off.”
Zohar’s head fell back, laughter erupting from him before Maisy reached up, pulling his mouth down to hers. “Remember, I’m yours, Zohar. Always.”
Maisy opened her thighs, allowing him access to her greatest gift, which he took with utmost care. The difference in their sizes at the forefront of his mind as his cock breached her warmth, drawing him inside with her eyes wide and her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “I’ll stop if it’s too painful, Ангел.”
She shook her head, urging him on. “Don’t you dare stop. The pain is . . . exquisite. I can’t—”
Maisy groaned as he finally sank fully inside, her legs falling to the side to offer him better access as she panted beneath him. Taking most of his weight on one thick forearm, Zohar reached between them to search for that special bundle of nerves he knew would send her skywards.
The moment he touched it she jerked beneath him, a scream tearing from her throat, as she fell apart beneath him. He’d never seen a woman climax so fast, but it was only the beginning. She’d be a quivering mess by the time he’d finished.
He started to thrust slowly, careful not to harm her, building her back toward another orgasm with each twist of his hips. Maisy’s eyes refocused, surprised and excited. “Shit, you’re good, big guy.”
“Hold on, Ангел мой, my Angel, I want you to let the whole damn Pack know you’re mine.”
Her head twisted from side to side, sweat slicking their bodies as he moved quicker, his cock filling her deeper with each thrust. Maisy’s groans growing louder until she was shouting his name over and over, her hands clinging to him, nails digging into his skin. Shifting position slightly, he pulled back, removing his cock from her sheath, much to Maisy’s dismay.
Her shocked squeal causing him to chuckle as he grabbed his length in one of his hands and rubbed the head against her clit. “How does that feel?”
Maisy’s mouth opened, closed, then her hips bucked, moving herself against him, rubbing her little bundle of nerves against him. “More!” she yelled, her voice pleading as she stared up at him.
Zohar could wait no longer, the need to claim her stampeding through him to consume and overwhelm him completely. He sank his cock back inside her, his finger thrumming against her clit at the same time as he allowed his fangs to descend. He lowered his head, sinking his teeth into her soft skin as he thrust deep inside her, again and again.
As her sweet blood swept over his tongue he felt her bite him, the pain gloriously perfect, at the precise moment his seed erupted deep inside her she quivered with her own orgasm, screaming his name so loud he was certain the entire world heard. Zohar tore his mouth free, rearing back to roar to the heavens, and alert the world that he’d sealed his bond with his soulmate.
His first inhale of breath was magnificent, her scent changed to depict her new status as his. He couldn’t stop the resultant howl that broke free as, for the first time in his entire life, as emotions he’d never felt engulfed him: happiness, contentment, and love.
Maisy lay curled up in Zohar’s arms in the middle of the forest, a smile playing on her lips as he held her. He ran a hand along her side, to convince himself that she was real and he wasn’t dreaming. “Are you all right?”
She looked up at him, smiling. “Yes, I’m more than all right. I feel wonderful. Stronger, somehow. That’s weird, huh?”
Zohar shrugged. “I’m not sure. I don’t know much about all this stuff, but maybe you get some of my strength. I’ve a lot to go around.”
“I’m sure you do, big guy,” she quipped, smacking his chest. “What was that you called me earlier? Was it Russian?”
He nodded. “You mean, Ангел мой? It means my Angel, and that’s what I think you are. The Goddess sent you to me to save me, Maisy. I was heading to a very dark place and finding you has happened at just the right time. I think you are Солнышко моё, which means my sunshine, the light to brighten the darkness inside me.”
Maisy stared at him, silent for several long moments before she answered. “That’s deep, Zohar, but if that’s what you believe then who am I to argue. For me, it’s different, to me you are my savior. You’re the proverbial Knight in shining armor. You saved not just me but the entire Pack. Guess the Goddess knew what she was doing when she sent you here, huh?”
“I guess she did,” Zohar agreed. “I’ve never been one to believe in all of that Goddess stuff before, but I do now. I can feel the changes inside me and you are the reason, Ангел мой. So, thank
