Now she was even more eager for him to claim her—mating was supposed to be the pinnacle experience of every wolf’s life. The best orgasm. The most intimate bond. The greatest love. All the things she’d heard for years, then cast off as ridiculous lies or simply something she would never have, suddenly became very real and very possible… and very much in the next few minutes. Her body thrummed with the excitement of it, and even in her wolf form, she was already wet for him. She’d never made love as a wolf—and with Jace’s monster cock, it wasn’t even possible—so she hoped they would quickly move on to the human part of the night’s activities.
Piper caught up to Jace in a clearing in the forest. It was a flower-filled meadow of tall grasses, but all the flowers had closed up for the night, nudged into sleep by the moonlight. She met him in the middle of the wide open space and went up on her hind paws to nuzzle his face. She was desperate for him to shift back to human and plant that hot mouth of his on her… but first, there was something she wanted to do.
Hold still, she commanded, then she dropped back down to four paws.
Hey, I’m the alpha here. I’m the one who’s supposed to— He cut off as she dived underneath his massive body and ran her tongue along the length of his monster-wolf cock. Holy fuck—
Then she couldn’t hear his thoughts anymore because she had shifted human. She grabbed his cock with both hands—it was just that damn big—and now her human tongue was running across it. The growl that came from deep inside Jace’s wolf was a rumble that vibrated through his cock and into her fingers. She stroked him and took him into her mouth. She could barely get the head to fit, with her jaws as wide as she could stretch them, but she devoured that tip like it was the most delicious and decadent lollipop she’d ever tasted.
Suddenly, he pulled away from her and shifted human. “Jesus Christ, Piper!” he panted, hands on knees, his erection still tall and bold in the moonlight. It was still enormous in human terms, but not the Mount Everest of Cocks she had in her hands and mouth a moment ago. “Are you trying to drive my wolf insane? Because I just got him under control.” His voice was ragged.
She grinned mischievously and crawled across the grass on hands and knees toward him. They were both naked now, and she had every intention of making the most of that. “I just couldn’t resist the temptation. I told you, your wolf makes me hot.”
When she reached him, she planned on sliding his human cock deep into her throat, the way she hadn’t been able to when he was wolfish and huge, but Jace pulled her up to standing before she could get hold of him.
“How the hell did I manage to land a Wilding?” he breathed. His face was equal parts amazed, horny, and adoring.
It melted Piper’s heart. “You don’t land one, you big, sexy beast. You earn one.”
He pulled her close, crushing her chest to his and sandwiching his cock between them. Her nipples were hardened in the cool breeze of the night, and they pressed into the rigid muscles of his chest. His cock felt like a silky-hard piece of heaven held against her. His hands were running wild over her back, down to her rear end, up to her breasts… like he wanted to touch every inch of her skin. He kissed her briefly but fierce—and it sent a gush of wetness between her legs. She was so ready for him, she prayed he would take her soon. And hard. And again and again. If they spent the whole night in the meadow, she wouldn’t complain.
He was breathing hard. “I don’t know what I did to earn a Wilding, but I’ll tell you this, Piper Wilding: I’m going to make you come so hard you scream my name. Then I’m going to bite my love into you.”
“Yes. Please. Now.”
He smirked, and that look made the muscles low in her belly clench tight. He had better not draw this out. She was too desperate to wait much longer.
“The submission,” he breathed, one hand sneaking up to work her breast while the other found her bottom. “That turned me on so fucking hard.” He slid his hand down between her legs and groaned. “God, Piper, you’re already so wet for me.”
Her hands clawed at his back, and she hiked her leg up over his hip to give him more access. “Stop teasing me, Jace River.” She ground her hips against his. “I need you inside me.”
But instead he moved his hand away from the touch she was craving. “Are you absolutely sure about this?” His breath was still ragged, but his voice had softened. “I can take you, pleasure you, give you more orgasms than you can count… but stop there. We could just make love, now, while the submission bond is at its height. But it will wear off eventually, at the next full moon. It’s not permanent.” His hand threaded into her hair and fisted, pulling her head back and exposing her neck to him. He bent to it, running the tip of his tongue along it, down to the crux where her neck and shoulder met. “This is where I’ll mark you. This is permanent. This is everything I have to give to you, forever bound, forever loving you. But I want you to be absolutely, completely sure.” He released his hold on her hair.