“Umm-hmm.”
She moaned and gave his hair a little tug.
“Come here. I want you inside of me.” He lifted his head. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.” She smiled. “I can stay awake a little longer.”
Ethan crawled up her body, placing small kisses along her stomach, her breasts, her neck.
Finally capturing her mouth, he entered her pussy. She arched against him. Slowly, he slid in and out, rebuilding the fire he’d started with his lips.
The house was quiet. There was no rush in their lovemaking. They had all the time in the world. Just the two of them together, the way it’s supposed to be when werewolves mate.
A different kind of tension coiled in her soul as she skimmed her lips against his mouth. So loving, so tender. Her fierce alpha not only protected, fought, and sheltered her, but stood by her side and supported her. He gave her completeness.
The wave of pleasure snuck up on her, and she shuddered underneath him. Her inner muscles squeezed his cock. He groaned and plunged balls deep inside of her. His eyelids involuntarily lowered, his hips trembled between her legs, and an almost pained look came across his features before pleasure consumed him. She watched all the emotions play out on his face.
Ethan remained connected to her until he lost all strength and his limbs shook. Rolling off of her, he pulled her close and covered them both with a blanket.
She sighed. “I love you.”
“I love you too, little one.” He kissed her.
“Rest. Morning comes soon enough.”