“Either do your worst or get out of my face,” she snapped before trying to get to her feet.
The wolf sent her into a tailspin of shocked surprise when he pushed her back down with his front legs and bent his head to lick slowly up her neck. Gasping, she shoved against the furry chest, struggling to get out from underneath the massive canine until fur disappeared and her hands slid over warm damp skin stretched taut over bulging muscles. Stunned disbelief clouded her mind until Gavin’s raspy voice, that deep, guttural tone that reverberated deep inside her and never failed to ignite a rush of heat, reached past the roar of disbelief raging in her head.
“Calm down, little one.”
“What? How...Oh, God.” Images played through her mind, one after another clicking in slow motion. The wolf that seemed to have stood guard while she changed her flat, Gavin’s odd, late night runs, his affinity with the wolves tussling in the field, those green eyes pinning her in place now as effectively as he had the first time they met.
Stupefaction changed to denial before anger took over and sent her into an infuriated frenzy. She thrashed under him, bucking her hips, pounding on his shoulders and kicking out at him, railing against his duplicity and the incongruity of what she had just witnessed. They rolled on the wet ground, their breathing heavy in the dark cloaking them as she berated him for stealing her heart and then leaving her alone. She yelled and struck out and he laughed; she sobbed and kicked in frustration and he kissed her; she ranted incoherently about going to jail and he shook his wet head and muttered, “What?”
And then he cupped his wide hand between her legs, yanked up her shirt and bra and sank his teeth into her nipple. Aislyn went from frigid cold to fiery hot in the blink of an eye, her body’s need for him overruling all other emotions.
“That’s my girl,” Gavin murmured above her as he lifted her hands over her head and held her wrists together.
Those soft words of praise were Aislyn’s final undoing. Her chest heaved from her exertions, and she couldn’t form a coherent thought as he yanked her shorts down and off. “You can explain that last outburst later,” he rasped. “Keep your hands there.”
Aislyn caved to his dominance that was as darkly alluring as the night enveloping them. She swore the light drizzle still filtering through the trees sizzled as it landed on their skin when he shifted above her, lifted her knees over his shoulders and plunged inside her.
“Always so fucking wet for me.” He growled, and this time she shook from the pleasure that sound sent washing through her instead of from terror. He could explain the anomaly of his alternate form later and then she could break down. Right now she needed the sweet oblivion of his possession to preserve what was left of her sanity. This she understood.
Gavin reared back and rammed inside her quivering pussy, going even deeper, grinding himself against her as if he couldn’t get in far enough, deep enough to suit him. “More,” she begged, allowing the heated ecstasy to erase the fear and uncertainty of her future, the forceful thrusts of his body to annihilate her disbelief over discovering his feral heritage.
“Always,” he whispered at her trembling mouth before crushing his lips over hers. She gave herself into his care, basking in the tight stretch and fullness of his cock driving into her again. She needed the mind-numbing ecstasy of release only he could give her to in order to get through this night. Shoving aside the lingering incredulity and questions about his stunning ability for later, she fisted her hands above her and arched into his pistoning strokes.
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Gavin reveled in the animalistic mating, the damp smell of earth and forest mingling with Aislyn’s sweet scent filling his senses as he rutted inside her snug pussy like a man possessed. And he was, possessed with love, lust and a need that would never be sated, no matter how many times he fucked her.
The slick walls of her tight vagina rippled around his girth as he jackhammered into her, the spasming grips tugging on his bare flesh for the first time, her flaming heat threatening to scorch his cock. He groaned into her mouth, demanding her tongue as he commanded her body. His shoulders stung from her scratches, the backs of his thighs would have bruises from her kicks, her pulsating sheath threatened to strangle his shaft, her tortuous sobs that had ripped out his heart still rang in his ears.
Fuck the risks; he would make her his and the consequences be damned. He would find a way to live with them, no matter what they were. He pulled out of her clasping pussy and lifted his mouth from hers.
“You’re mine, little one. You always have been, always will be, no matter what. Say it. Say you accept me, all of me, now and forever,” he demanded there in the midnight dark forest with the receding storm dampening their skin and leaves, twigs and mud covering their bodies. Those golden eyes, the only part of her features he could make out clearly, widened and shone with a blaze he had never seen before.
“If I wake up and find this was all a dream, I’m going to be pissed,” she whispered, lifting her pelvis and grinding her wet slit against his rigid cock. “Yes, to Master Gavin, Cowboy Gavin and even Wolf Gavin, just...please, fuck me.”
Exultation and lust exploded inside Gavin, his body quaking with the effort it took to hold back from releasing his fangs and sinking his teeth into her soft flesh, labeling her as his with his scent and his mark. But, there would be time later to bind her to him in the way of his wolf, after he freed her from the threat against her and
