“Yes.”
“Can I have you now then? Even after everything that’s happened?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“My wolf won’t wait. Not with you, like this. All I smell is you. All I want is you. Damn it. I can’t think.”
“Take me,” she whispered against his ear.
The words derailed every thought process except one: make her mine.
Capturing her lips with his own, he walked her backward toward the bed. He ripped the covers back. “Get in,” he commanded.
His shirt was off in a flash. His pants followed them to the floor. His arousal stood tall and proud, more than ready for his mate.
Looking up, he found her staring. Mmm. Wolf liked that.
Kneeling on the bed, he prowled up her body, running his nose along her thigh, and then using his tongue around her navel. Up and up, until he reached those perfect swells he was coming to love so much. Her nipples were already hardened, peaking the lacey fabric. He nipped at them, earning a heavy moan.
He sat up, flipping her onto her belly. Oh, yes. He’d fill her like this, with her beautiful ass in the air. Wolf’s favorite position, and her body was perfect for it.
Brushing her hair to the side, he kissed her shoulder. His hand slid down her back to the clasp of her bra. A flick of his fingers had it loose. He brought her up on her knees, back against his chest, and palmed her breasts with both hands, teasing her nipples and wringing the most beautiful sounds from her mouth.
“You feel perfect, mate. So perfect.”
He nipped the delicate skin of her neck, his hands roaming lower, feeling her soft stomach. When they were done, he was going to lay his head there, and sleep.
Pushing her down again, he continued his trek south. His mate’s ass was fine and round. He placed a kiss on each cheek before taking her thin panties in his teeth and sliding them down.
When they had joined his clothes on the floor, he sat back and took in the sight, her luscious curves displayed for his pleasure. She watched him over her shoulder, her eyes as hungry as he felt.
This was it. No turning back now.
“On your hands and knees,” he husked.
Her moves were sultry as she complied. Hypnotic. What a sweet, sweet mate.
When she was bent and open for him, he had to take a moment to calm. The image of her softest spot, wet and ready for him, was something he’d never get enough of.
Can’t hurt her.
He pressed his erection to her entrance, teasing, readying.
Sweat skimmed his temples as he tried to reign in his instincts. Fast, hard, now, mine.
“Trager, please,” she whimpered.
“You’ll tell me if it hurts. Swear it.”
“Yes.”
He couldn’t wait a second longer. Fingers digging into her hips, he pushed into her tight, wet sheath. One slow stroke, and then he showed his mate how a wolf laid claim.
Thrusting into her again and again, he spread her legs wider with his knee so he could go even deeper. He bent his head to watch their joining, his wolf—his heart—overcome with joy. She fit him so perfectly. Like a glove.
She threw her head back. “Yes,” she whispered. “More.”
Leaning forward, he kissed her spine, the curve along her ribs that she’d once worried about, the dimple on her lower back. He held her close, pushing harder, faster. He reached around to touch her from the front, rubbing while he pumped.
He pressed his face into her neck, inhaling. So beautiful. All his. Need to mark.
He teased the skin there with his teeth. Mark her. The urge was nearly unbearable.
Not yet. He couldn’t yet. Not until she was ready.
Kerrigan cried out, her orgasm ripping through her and gripping him so tightly, it was hard to keep thrusting. He slowed.
His mate’s orgasm…
His spine stiffened, everything tightening. He pumped once more and came apart above her.
So good. So right. So perfect.
Trager rolled them both to the side, maintaining their connection. He pressed his heated cheek to her back, breathing heavily, and feeling her labored breaths.
“Trager?” Her voice was hoarse. He grinned against her skin.
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
***
Kerrigan sighed happily. She was wrapped in Trager’s arms, his head resting on her tummy. Like she was his own personal teddy bear. The idea made her giggle.
“What?” he murmured. Nothing moved except his lips.
“I didn’t know you’d be a cuddler.”
“Wolves are very affectionate.” Still no movement.
She twirled her fingers in his hair. If it weren’t for being stuck in the wolf camp, she’d say this night had been pretty close to perfect. Okay, not so much the whole night. Maybe just the last hour. The weight of their problems rushed back to her.
“Are you alright?” she asked Trager.