Fighting for her Mate

9

He unzipped and yanked her jeans down, tugging the material with enough force to rip it. Luckily for her, he didn’t.

He glanced up and met her gaze. “I plan to please you, sweetheart.”

She pressed her head back against the tree, her legs going wide to fit his face between them. There was no pause or moment to prepare. One moment he was getting on his knees and the next his tongue was flicking mercilessly over her c**t. A short breathless moan struggled out of her throat. Her legs started shaking, but he didn’t stop. He pressed into her s*x, his tongue lapping at her c**t and dipping into her channel to f**k her in quick drives.

“Oh, my god. Oh my god!”

Her hips bucked forward. He lifted one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder. She let go of his hair and grabbed the branch above her head to cling to. Then he cupped her ass and lifted her, giving her the ability to place her other leg over his shoulder and bring her body off the ground.

He licked at her with purpose, his growls and snarls making her more than a little crazy. Her animal pushed at the skin, but this was Ellie’s moment. Her time with her man and oh, how she f*****g loved it.

Caleb’s tongue flickered in quick circles over her hard c**t. Her pleasure center ached with her need to come.

“Jesus, Caleb, make me come already,” she groaned.

He chuckled into her p***y, the vibration sending her so close to the edge, she took a sharp breath.

His licks on her c**t increased, followed by sucking motions and the grazing of his teeth. Good god! She would argue with anyone that those were the easiest ways to make a woman lose her mind. She flew. Her back bowed and she dug her nails into the branch at the same moment her channel contracted around his tongue. f*****g hell, he was good at that.

Her knees were still shaking and her breaths were coming in short gasps when he slowly and so carefully placed her on her feet. She kissed him hard, licking her own body’s juices off his lips and getting wet all over again. His hands caressed her full body, branding every bit of her flesh as his own. She was his and they both knew it.

He turned her to face the thick tree trunk. Holding on to the tree with shaky hands, she pushed her ass out and leaned forward, curving her back and offering her backside to her mate.

A soft growl sounded from behind. She smelled how much he wanted her. f**k scenting it. She heard his need in his breathing, sensed it in the tension floating over her back. He was close to losing control of his human body and letting his animal take control.

She gave a loud gasp when his tongue trailed from her ass up her spine to her neck. He slammed a hand on the tree, his fingers turned to claws, breaking off bits of bark. Oh, yes. He was very close to losing it.

“Ellie…”

She licked her lips and held her breath, waiting and wanting. Lord, she wanted him more than her next breath. More than knowing there would be a tomorrow. She wanted to hold on to that moment and freeze it in time. The sound of his zipper sliding down and his pants hitting his shoes amped her anticipation. One breath. Two breaths.

He slid his c**k between her p***y lips, using her body’s moisture as lubricant. “You’re so f*****g wet, baby.”

She gripped the tree, her body practically vibrating with need. If he didn’t get on with it soon, she might disintegrate into nothing. “Do you like it?”

She knew better than to ask. He reeled back and one of his hands slapped onto her hip, digging his claws into her flesh. The bite of pain felt f*****g amazing. Then he pushed forward, his c**k fully embedding inside her, hot and hard, like steel on fire. She squeaked, almost slamming into the tree only to be hauled back into his body.

“I don’t like it. I f*****g love it. Your,” he snarled the words by her ear, “slick little p***y is all mine, baby girl.” He licked her shoulder. A shudder raced up her spine. He propelled back and thrust hard, holding her in place so she wouldn’t slam into the tree. When he was like this, on the edge with his animal, all she wanted was more. To taunt the beast so he’d get wilder. Hungrier. So she’d get more of that passion he only gave her when he lost control.

“f**k me!” she moaned. It wasn’t her telling him, it was an expression of how torn she felt over how he drove her slowly insane.

“Do you feel that, sweetheart?” He bit on her earlobe and sucked. “Feel my c**k taking what’s mine?” He bit her. “Do you?”

She nodded.

“You. Are. Mine.”

She gulped and continued driving back into each of his plunges. Tension curled around her belly into a tight knot. “Caleb, I--”

“I’m not stopping. Not until your p***y is wrapped tightly around my c**k and you’re left shaking from how hard you come. And trust me, sweetheart, you will come that hard.”

Oh, she knew that was a definite. She mumbled under her breath about him taking too long.

“You want to come, baby. I know you do.” He increased the speed of his thrusts. “You want my d**k deep and far. As far as I can get. You want my mate stamp on you from the inside.” He took a rough breath. “You want me to give you the pups you’ve been secretly wanting, baby girl.” He nibbled on her shoulder. “I want them, too.”