Jared (River Pack Wolves 3)(62)

“Come here on the floor with me.” His voice was hoarse with need.

She skittered off, her thin body like a nymph doing his bidding. Fuck, his cock couldn’t get any harder.

“Shift,” he ordered. The submission pose would come naturally to her, once they were both in wolf form, but he didn’t want to say that out loud. He wanted her to give it over to him, offer it up to him because her wolf was responding to his alpha. He wanted a true submission from her.

She obeyed his command, transforming into that beautiful, pure white wolf he had first seen dancing in the moonlight. He had wanted her then, but never thought in a million years it would be possible. He shifted as well, looming over her smaller wolf form, standing with his tail erect, ears perked, head held high—the alpha pose.

Submit to me. His thought command washed over her, and she nearly collapsed into the submission pose. The magic of her submission hit him like a thousand-watt blast. Her magic was so strong. And pure. And filled with such righteousness, he was cleansed by just being in its presence. It was unlike any other submission he’d experienced, even with his wife, Avery. Grace’s magic made him more of an alpha, more of a man, than he had ever been before.

Rise, my love. His heart was overflowing with the magic of their bond… and this was only the submission. His mouth watered for the mating bond to come.

She leaped up from the submission pose and pranced a little, her tiny paws dancing on the floor—the submission bond was working its magic on her as well.

He shifted back to human. “Shift for me, Grace.” He was panting with need for her.

The second she shifted, he grabbed her, turned her around and bent her over the edge of the bed. His hands were rough and demanding—because he knew it spiked her pleasure and because he couldn’t hold himself back. He needed to be inside her, now, in every way.

With one hand holding her shoulder pinned to the bed and the other gripping her hip, he slammed into her. She gasped and moaned as he pounded her again, fast and hard, not holding back, giving everything he had. Possessing her body like he had wanted to from the start.

Her small cries of pleasure, the hard squeeze of her tight body around him, all of it was ramping him up so damn fast. He leaned over her, still thrusting, lifting his hand from her shoulder to swipe that long, gorgeous hair from her skin, clearing the way. His fangs came out, his mouth watered, and he bent to taste the sweet flesh of her neck, swiping his tongue across her to mark the spot where he would mark her. He could tell she was close again, her sweet flesh quivering around his cock as it drove into her. He hovered his fangs over her neck.

“You are mine, Grace,” he whispered against her skin. “Forever mine.”

Her sob of pleasure was too much for him.

He sunk his cock deep inside her at the same time his fangs pierced her skin. She cried out, convulsing under him, coming undone all around him. He clamped hard onto her neck, riding the waves with her, flushing his magic into her. His cock stiffened, and his own orgasm swept through him, shooting inside her and filling her with his seed. He held tight to her, pumping her full of himself, giving everything he had to her, claiming her forever. It lasted long, blissful, mind-blowing seconds.

When they both were finally coming down, he released her, then scooped her trembling body into his arms and carried her the rest of the way onto the bed. He held her like that, curled up in his lap, still shivering from her orgasm. He knew his magic was just beginning to course through her body—he could feel the bond tightening, pulling her closer to him, in a way only magic could. He touched her everywhere—with his hands and his lips and his soft words of love. She just shook and let out small moans as his magic permeated every cell of her body.

She was forever bound to him now. And him to her.

“Was it as good as you hoped?” he asked, knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it from her sweet lips.

“Holy fuck, Jared.” She was still breathless.

He chuckled, and it shook the bed. He tightened his hold on her. “As fucks go, I think it’s as close to holy as you can get.”

“Please tell me we can do that more than once,” she panted into the air, her head tipped back as he explored her neck.

“Again and again,” he said with a grin against her skin. “Each bite just makes the bond stronger.”

“I have never been so happy to be a wolf,” she breathed.

He laughed, hard, and he could see the days stretching out in front of them. This amazing woman would give him more than he could possibly ever return.

But he was sure as hell going to try.

“Me too,” he said, two short words from the depths of his soul.