“So tight.” His words lost as he bit down on his lower lip.
Slowly he lowered her onto him, his hands gripping her tighter as his restraint took everything.
Inch by inch she accepted him.
As he buried himself balls deep, she closed her eyes. He gripped her under her thighs, and slowly Ethan started moving her up and down onto him.
Her hands bit into his shoulders.
“Faster,” she demanded.
He switched his motion, his own need driving the rhythm.
The pace growing more and more furious until he finally couldn’t hold anything back he thrust once more into her. Her muscles pulled at him, begging for him.
His eyes settled onto the bare skin of her shoulder as her body pulsed around him, pulling at him to come. The moment he began to break and spill into her, instinct drove him as he bit down onto the flesh.
A deep howl sounded within him, and he took her and claimed her.
It took him several seconds to realize what he had just done as her body slowly relaxed, her head lolling back against the wall.
Ethan released the sensitive skin, licking the bite and praying it would heal quickly. His dick twitched still buried within her, her muscles still pulsing with satisfied need.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He licked the blood off his lips and held her close. He’d just royally fucked up, but damn it if he didn’t want to let her go. He wanted to take her back to his place and bed her. He wanted to take her over and over and over. The problem was, he’d just done something he shouldn’t have. Fuck.
“Olivia?”
Her eyes were still closed, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath.
“Olivia?” He needed her to respond.
“Hmm?”
He shifted his stance. The feel of her warmth around his shaft making him grow hard again.
Her eyes flew open. “Already?”
He swallowed. “You make me crazy.”
She looked around. “I’ve never done anything like this.”
Their eyes locked and the guilt crept up his spine. What the fuck had he done?
“I’ve never done this before either. You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
A smile slowly spread across her lips. “You think I'm gorgeous.”
His dick twitched, and she squeaked in response.
“Yes. Pretty sure I find you irresistible,” he said.
She rocked her pelvis against him. He bit back a curse word.
“I can’t think if you do that,” he said.
She giggled. “Well I can’t exactly get off you, so you make the choice. Maybe we could...”
She trailed off.
His mind didn’t register much, just the promise of more. “Could we what?”
She pushed against him, arching away from the wall.
“My place?”
“I.” What the hell was he going to say? Why was he in the ally other than to fuck her? Who the hell cared? He needed her again. Now. His body couldn’t take the pain of restraint. He needed her to be his. He needed her to ache for him.
“Turn around,” he said as he lowered her to the ground. She nearly fell as he pulled out and lowered her. He bent down to claim her lips one more time. His tongue darting in and then out as he turned her around. He broke the kiss.
“Put your hands against the wall.”
Ethan lifted her skirt. His hand snaking between her legs. Running his finger between her folds. Tracing a trail from her sensitive nub to rectum. Her heat slick as he passed. She was eager.
Gripping her hips, he held her as he positioned the head of his dick once more at her entrance. Before he slid in, he whispered, “You’re mine.”
Her breath hitched as he pushed in, less careful and all animal.
She bent forward at the waist letting him control her, holding her as he slammed into her one, twice, and then quick, rough. Everything his wolf wanted.
He held her against him, her bare ass against his dick.
Her hands planted against the wall as he thrust forward.
The grip around her hips tightened. She was his. He was hers.
His senses tuned into the rapid beats of her heart as she grew closer and closer to coming for him. Little squeaks of pleasure escaped her at each thrust. Her head turned, and she sucked on her own upper arm to muffle the sound.
He thrust again and again, relentlessly pushing her further and further, her muscles tightening around him and he moaned.
A growl escaped his own mouth as he pushed into her again and this time she broke and screamed out. He didn’t care who heard. She was his. His.
He closed his eyes as he gave into the pulsing of her around him, pulling at him as he grunted once more letting himself empty within her.
Her body shook under his touch. Her breathing equal to running a marathon. Her legs nearly gave way, but he held her there. He tightened his arms around her.
As the tingle of magic climbed up his skin, and the walls of her core convulsed around him again and again, he felt complete.
The odd realization that he’d give her everything he had.
He’d give her his heart.
Well shit. So, this is what mating was. His breathing still rapid, he laid his forehead against her back and inhaled her. His hands slid around under her dress, pressing against her stomach pulsing like butterfly wings. At least she would be happy with the sex. But was that enough?
What the fuck had he just done?
He’d found her, and now, he might just lose her.
Slowly he pulled out, trying to keep her from falling. As if in slow motion she stood with him.
“Wow,” was all Olivia said as she pulled and tugged to fix her dress.
“That isn’t me.”
He nodded as he tucked himself away. Cringing as everything about him conflicted. His wolf, calm, happy, getting ready for a nap and all Ethan wanted to do was kick the damn thing.
“It isn’t really me either. Listen...” he died off. What the fuck could he say?
I might have mated you, and you're mine now, when
