He unhooked his pants and tossed them on the chair. She shivered. He had gone commando and his heavy cock was tapping his stomach. When she began to kneel before him, he shook his head.
“Tonight, I’m going to worship you,” he said, going to his knees pulling her close.
Where the bustier ended, he could see the faint pink line of the fading scar from the attack at the club. His hands started to shake as he traced the line.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered softly, watching the expressions fly across his face, assuming that he was reliving her injuries.
“If you had died, I would have followed,” he said, sliding the thong down her legs. He reached up behind her and tore the bustier in half. Kate sighed. He looked up at her with a wolfish grin.
“I’ll replace it,” he said, throwing the garment across the room. He looked at her standing before him. She was naked except for the garter belt, stockings, and heels. He had never been harder in his life.
“Well, are you going to sit there all night staring?” she asked smiling.
He laughed and shook his head. He leaned forward and starting with the soft skin behind her knee, he ran his tongue up her leg. She sighed softly. He ran his hands up and down her calves and repeated with the other leg. Her aroused scent hit him like a two-by-four between the eyes. He swirled his tongue over her closely trimmed mound, catching every drop of dew that clung to the tiny hairs.
“Bran!” she cried out and threw her head back.
He smiled to himself. He stood and scooped her up in his arms before gently laying her on the bed.
“That night I took you for hours,” he said, laving his tongue over her scar, making love to it.
“It was the best night of my life,” she said, exhaling a deep breath.
“Tonight I will take you for hours, but I want to see your face, that night you were on all fours which left me craving your lips,” he said. Tears appeared in her eyes.
“I love you, Bran McGregor,” she said simply.
“And I love you, Kate Edwards,” he said, parting her legs.
He leaned forward, brushing his hard cock across her stomach leaving a trail of pre-cum. He liked his scent on her. He took one nipple in his mouth and sucked on it gently before giving it a quick bite. She gasped in pleasure and looked down at him in surprise.
“I said I would worship you. That doesn’t mean it will all be gentle,” he said, going to the other nipple.
“Thank God! I wasn’t going to complain but…” Kate smirked.
“I will always give you what you need, Kate.” He leaned back, took a nipple in each hand, and twisted. She thrashed below him. When he released them, they were cherry red and she was breathing hard.
“Bran, please!” she said, tears in her eyes. “I need you so badly.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him as close to her as she could.
“As you wish.” He plunged deep into her tight pussy. They both cried out. He set a relentless pace. Her hot cunt felt like home. He never wanted to leave.
“Only you, Kate. Only you,” he whispered into her neck.
“Let go,” she said and his wolf broke free.
He slammed into her over and over. He reached between their bodies and roughly pinched, then twisted, her clit. Her eyes went wide and she screamed as she came. He kept pushing forward and buried his canines in her neck. He felt his cock knot enter her and she screamed her release again as her body clamped down on his. He roared his release before collapsing on her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. They both knew it would be a few minutes before the knot softened and he could leave her body.
She lay back on the bed, his face in her neck, trying to catch her breath. She’d thought after a year that the mating heat would cool down, but it seemed to be getting hotter. She smiled up at the ceiling.
“You liked the lingerie.” She felt his smile on her neck.
“I fucking loved it and the heels. We need more of both,” he said, nibbling on her neck. She sighed happily.
“Ready for round two?” he asked, He looked down at her with canine-yellow eyes, which were still shifted from round one.
“Bring it on,” she said, bucking against him. He growled and he did.
Chapter 2
The next morning Kate felt like pounding her head against the heavy mahogany dining room table. She and Bran lived in the Alpha’s home, an extremely large estate that housed approximately thirty pack members, which included several families. On the outside, the large mansion looked like a castle. It was an enormous, elegantly styled estate that boasted high stone walls and gorgeous climbing red ivy, giving the Alpha’s house a royal feel. It had been designed to house single warriors as well as family units. In the west wing, the warriors had their own rooms and bathrooms but shared communal spaces like the dens and dinettes. The east wing had been set up so that several families could make their homes there. They had bedrooms, bathrooms and had private living rooms and dinettes. Other members of the pack lived on the estate in homes of their own.