“Don’t you dare,” she fumed, her eyes turning wolf. Wow. He was impressed. Most werewolves couldn’t do that, even threatened. His mate, now that she wasn’t latent, had no trouble accessing her animal side. It showed power. He wasn’t surprised. Betsy was a survivor, and her life spoke to a core of steel he respected.
“All right. That’s good because I really do like doing what I’m doing right now.”
His cock was so tight and hard he thought it might explode. Cyrus had never been this turned on before without doing something about it. But even the discomfort of wanting her didn’t make him want to hurry. This was too much fun.
She was slick, smooth, and hot inside, and he pressed his fingers deeper, stroking her inner walls while he messaged her swollen bundle of nerves one more time. He used a circular motion, finding that her body responded the most when he did. She bit her lip, her head tilting backward.
Betsy was close. Every nerve ending in his body told him she would come any second. He’d never been so attuned to a lover before. Not that Betsy was just any lover. No, she was the one. He could get lost in her body for the rest of his life if he wanted to.
“Come on, princess. Let go, for me. Make me a very happy werewolf tonight.”
“Cyrus…” She called out his name as her sweet juices coated his fingers. He stroked her to completion, reveling in how long and hard she came around his hand. His cock twitched, begging for attention.
He wasn’t ready. Not quite yet. He wanted her settled down so he could bring her back to the edge again.
She opened her eyes to look at him. “Wow.”
“I’ll take wow. That’s a good word.” He licked up her body until he got to her mouth. “I can think of some other particularly good words you could use.”
Her mouth was soft, and she smiled when he kissed her. He breathed in her scent. This was a great moment.
“Thank you.” She kissed him over and over. “I don’t usually come that way.”
“It’s all new now. We’re brand-new to each other. Deal?”
“All right.” She kissed the edge of his nose, which was so cute he couldn’t help the grin it placed on his face. “Brand-new with Cyrus. I’ll take it.”
“That’s good because I need to come inside of you now, princess.” He needed it more than he’d ever needed anything else in the universe.
He maneuvered himself until he was positioned by her pussy. His mouth watered. Maybe he could go down on her again.
“What is that look?”
Her voice brought him back to the moment. “I’m thinking of licking you again.”
“Listen, wolf-boy, I loved that, and I would never, ever say no to you doing whatever you wanted down there. But you promised me your hot cock in my pussy. And I know you always keep your promises because that is what you told me.”
Damn. Talk about using his own words against him. Fair enough.
“I’m not going to complain. I’m going to do what my mate wants.” He sniffed at her, loving the sweet scent of her. After this, the scent would be all over his skin. He would get to smell like Betsy.
“Couple of things.”
She ran her hands through his hair. “Go on.”
“I can’t get you pregnant unless you’re in heat.” He took a deep breath, not because he wanted to confirm what he already knew but because he liked to have as much of her inside of him as possible. “And you are not.”
“So you’re saying that I want you because I want you and not because it’s my biological incentive to fuck every man I see since I’m a werewolf?”
He laughed, a long hard song. Sex could be fun in the midst of the desire. Who knew? “No, you’re free from the mating compulsion right now. And when you feel the need to fuck, charming phrase for it by the way, you’ll be doing that only with me.”
“Okay.” She pinched his shoulder. “What else? You said a couple of things.”
“We’ll never have to worry about sexually transmitted diseases. Can’t get them or give them.” How was he supposed to think rationally when her legs were spread and she was hot, ready for him?
“That’s great. I wasn’t really worrying about that, even though I guess I should have been.”
He bit the top of her knee. “And I want to make sure that you understand the biting. I’m not going to be able to control myself. I’m going to have to bite you. Do you think you’re okay with that?”
“More than.” She paused for a second. “Was that it, or do you want to employ any other delay tactics?”
“Oh, I’m not delaying, princess, not in the least.” He lifted his cock and pushed inside of her. She gasped, and he tried to slow down when he felt her body stretching to accommodate him. The last thing he wanted in the universe would be to hurt her in any possible way.