Page 189 of Awakened

“You deserve more than me rutting you outside like a godsdamned animal,” I rasp. “Not for your first time.”

She flushes, the tips of her ears turning pink with embarrassment. “You don’t know that it’s my first time,” she mutters petulantly.

I laugh, and the sound vibrates from my body to hers, making her smile.

“Am I wrong then, Little Mate? Have you had sex before?” I trail a hand down her neck, between her breasts. Lower. Her breath stutters, and we both watch as my fingers trail lightly down her belly, stopping less than an inch from where I know she wants to be touched the most.

I twist my wrist and cover her pussy with my hand. She gasps, her eyes flaring wide with lust.

“Have you let another man inside this pretty pussy, Idril?” I growl, smirking when she doesn’t answer.

I readjust my hand so the heel of my palm is pressing right against her clit. Her pupils dilate as a whine tears from her throat.

“You like that?” I grind my palm harder. Fuck, I love the shudder of need that runs through her. She bites down on her lower lip, her hips rocking, wordlessly begging for more friction.

“Answer me, Little Mate.” I lean in and run the tip of my tongue across the top of her breast, humming when I feel her nipple peak through the thin fabric of her bralette.

“I-I-” Her response is a breathless stutter, one I reward with more friction. I clamp my left hand down on her hip and use it to help her rock harder and faster.

I lave my tongue over her nipple again, then nip at it softly. She gasps, then releases a moan that I’ll be hearing in my dreams every night for eternity.

“Fuck,” I hiss, “make that sound for me again.” I work her harder, encouraging her hips to move against my hand, and when I feel her slick soak through her panties and leggings, I groan in pleasure.

“There you go, sweetheart. You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?” I nip at her breast again, cursing when her entire body shudders at the slight pinch of pain.

Gods, she’s fucking perfect. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t concerned before now. Wolven are tactile by nature, and while I’ve never been the type to sleep around, I have enough experience to know what I like. Wolven give in to their primal side in the bedroom.

And I’m probably rougher than most.

Even now, I want my Mate with an intensity that would scare most inexperienced females. I want to own her, force every ounce of pleasure from her body I possibly can until she’s begging for mercy. I want to watch tears of pleasure in her eyes. Hear her tell me she can’t possibly come one more time— right before I force another orgasm out of her.

“You’re so fucking perfect for me. Look at you, riding my hand.” I grin when more slick fills my palm. My nostrils flare, and I’m rewarded with the faintest hit of her Omega perfume.

“Please…”

I move my hand, chuckling when she makes a sound of distress. I curl around her, Scent-marking her and shielding her body with my own.

“It’s alright. I’ve got you.”

I shift, pressing my fingers right on top of her clit and rubbing in small, firm circles.

Idril’s hands fall to my shoulders and her fingers spasm as she moans. They tunnel into my hair, and the way she grabs onto the strands and pulls makes me moan in ecstasy. It’s fucking heaven with my Omega Mate on my lap, limbs wrapped around me, trembling and panting as she chases her release with a single-minded determination to take what’s hers.

“You’re so close, aren’t you? I can feel it. Let go, Little Mate. Let me feel all that slick dripping down my hand, baby.”

She shudders, tugging even harder on my hair. She whines, and the sound sends a surge of adrenaline through my veins.

“Fuck, if we weren’t outside, I’d have you spread out like a feast. Legs over my shoulders, devouring you with my tongue over and over until you beg me to stop.”

“Soren, oh…” She keens, her body tensing, movements uncontrolled and wild.

“Fuck yes, come for me. Come all over my lap. Fates, you’re perfect. So beautiful. So fucking mine.”

Her head falls back, spine arched, hair spilling down her back like silk. Her lips part, and her mouth slackens as her limbs start to shake. I growl, leaning in and letting my canines drag across the skin at the side of her neck.

Gods, I could bite her right now. One small slip, and she’d be tied to me irrevocably. No one could ever take her away from me.

“You’re fucking mine, Idril. Mine.” My voice sounds rough even to my own ears, but I can’t help it. The fantasy of biting her is making me wild. Idril’s not unaffected. With a surprised gasp and a breathy moan that goes straight to my cock, her thighs squeeze around my hand, and she falls apart.