Colton doesn’t hesitate, wraps me up in his arms tight, and presses me to his chest. A full-body hug, safe and secure as all the pain and heartbreak subside, and I cry for everything I went through these past weeks. Hating him, needing him, being broken-hearted over him. It all seems so foolish and nothing now. I’m wrapped up tight against him with his breath on top of my hair, sweeping it away. The boy who was my rock, and my words of wisdom, right back here, where I need him, and he does what Colton does best. He holds me up and soothes away my anxiety and tears.
“I’m sorry …” It’s a muffled, pathetic noise against his solid, smooth chest. His skin on mine is like coming home to the best place in the world and being enveloped in warm, cozy safety.
“No, baby. I am, for everything. This is my fault. I failed to do what I was meant to. I failed to nurture and protect my mate and didn’t even figure out how much pain you were in over a stupid misunderstanding. Forgive me, Princesa. Give me another chance to prove I can be what you need. What you deserve.” Colton leans back, sliding his hand between us to separate us a little, guides his fingers under my chin, and tilts my face up to him to look me in the eye. The watery mess of a girl having an emotional breakdown, and he wipes my jawline with his thumb to catch some drops waiting to fall. Taking care of me the way he always does makes it hurt with more intensity. I’ve been so stupid.
“For someone so strong, you sure like to cry a lot.” It’s a smile with humor that shines back in his eyes, and those dimples make an appearance, melting me a little more. It makes me snort a small chuckle through my tears, and I wipe my nose on the back of my hand, lightening my mood with a smile.
“That’s because my mate’s an asshole, and he inflicts it.” I point out sarcastically, still trying to dry my face as he helps by lifting his shirt and using it to dab my eyes. Colton leans in, and head bops me on the forehead with his softly and sighs at me, his dimples back on show, hinting at a subtle smile.
“Mate, huh? Thought that was never happening again?” A naughty gleam, a cheeky grin spreading across his face, and, despite how much I love him, I have the urge to knee him in the balls for joking at a time like this.
“Don’t push your luck. I have plenty to be still mad about.” I shove him back by placing two hands on his chest, finding a little of that strength he goes on about, and pull myself together once more, swallowing the sobs and sniffing away the mess. Colton lets go of my face, catches me by the hips with fast reflexes, and hauls me back, so we bump groins, and he nestles me against him.
“Yeah, but … I know how to fix it. I have a tried and tested method that always works on you.” That sly gleam, and before I can open my mouth to question that response with a ‘what?’, he swoops in faster than the speed of light and kisses me hard on the lips, locking his mouth to mine, fastening us together passionately. I’m too stunned to react at first as his warm, soft lips fit perfectly to the curves and grooves of mine, warming my skin and silencing my upset entirely. But almost like he hits a button, the fire inside me ignites, and I open my lips a little to let him in.
Colton kisses me softly at first, teasing me with the tip of his tongue, and I respond and find a rhythm in the deliciousness of kissing him again. So many feelings are brimming to the surface, and sweet pains at knowing his touch like this once more. We always worked this way, and I let it develop into French kissing, with tongues entwining, lips pressed tight, and our faces connected. I slide my arms around his neck and pull him as close to me as I can. Absorbed in him with no more mental voice trying to drag me away. I wanted him, always. I loved him, even when he broke me, and this is what I’ve longed for.
Colton slides one hand over my ass, cups it smoothly, and lifts me to him with that aggression of a horny wolf while his other arm snakes across my upper back and his hand find the base of my neck. Holding me tight as he slides it under my hair and cocoons me within his hold. He presses us together, so my curves fit his hard angles, and I’m left feeling small and fragile within his muscular frame. Wrapped up tight like he’ll always protect me from all the dangers in the world. My feet are free of the floor as he lifts me high; I lift them behind me and let him hold me fully.
Nothing will stop it this time, as the fire builds between us, and this pulsing need almost winds me with the ferocity with which it consumes me. Colton subdues my fierce, with his special way of caressing my tongue so my toes curl before pulling out and sucking my bottom lip in such a way it almost makes my panties selfcombust. My body is throbbing with need and desire, and I turn up the heat on his kiss, nibbling his bottom lip ravenously and reveling in how he matches the desire.
Lust spreads through my loins so that I’m wrapping myself around him in any way humanly possible. My fingers in his hair are gripping tight, pulling my knees up, so he slides me around his waist and bounces me higher in his grip. Tilting his head back to keep kissing me, I bring my chin down to stay glued to him as I’m now higher than he is. My gentle turns savage, and this all-consuming ache to be satisfied cries out for him, igniting the passion of my wolf as she gets a little crazy and savage.
We lose the softness of the make-out session and turn almost feral in desire. Grips tighten, kisses turn from romantic to aggressive, consuming us both as we continue. Colton runs his fingers through my hair and tugs my head back so he can access my neck with dominance. Tracing his tongue and teeth down my throat before allowing me to pull back down to be rewarded with another taste of him. This overwhelming energy inside me takes over, and somehow being wrapped up this way is not enough, even though Colton has lifted my feet from the floor and has me suspended in mid-air, straddling him. I want to explore his naked torso with my tongue, to feel every part of his skin on mine, and we have clothes in the way.
I break free, dropping my legs down again, push his face sideways with my hand on his jaw, and lean down to kiss his neck, licking over the pulse in his jugular, tracing from jawline to Adam’s apple as he slowly puts me back on my feet. His skin is slightly salty yet delicious, with that unique smell and taste that is only his, and it pushes the need higher inside me. Blood hitting boiling point, and all I want is to experience his mouth on every inch of my skin. Body heating from inside, and my core is pulsating with a strong need to feel him inside me. I want to be joined to him in intimate ways that are only meant for us. I want to taste his blood and mark my mate.
As soon as my feet hit the floor, I shove him backward with newfound strength, away from me with a giggle. Biting on my bottom lip to curb this insane horniness threatening to consume me. He hits the bed and topples over with a manly chuckle. Colton smiles, rights himself to a sitting position, and props one hand behind him so he can lean back and watch me. His eyes devour me, glowing amber with ignited passion, and I can almost feel his heart pounding in time with mine.
“I want you so badly; I can’t take it.” He utters in a husky tone that’s almost inaudible, but it fuels me onwards. I climb on top of him and start untying the cord of his dark sweatpants at the waist. Confident that he’s mine to do what I want with, do as I please, nestling over him so my hands are between my legs to access him.
Colton sits up so he can use both arms, slides his hands up my throat, and circles around my jaw, burying his fingers in my hair before tugging me down and kissing me until he has me breathless. Leaving me to pull his sweatpants loose while he focuses on teasing my tongue with his once more. I close my eyes and savor the way he feels. Nothing matters anymore, all the weeks, the tears, and the fights of the past. All that matters now is how good this feels and how every one of my senses is screaming at me to make him mine.
Once I’m done untying him, I let my hands roam over his chest and abs, appreciating every solid form of hot, smooth sexiness, up and down, until I slide over those shoulders and feel every inch open wide to me. Enjoying the fact I get to explore without boundaries and that I have the right to do it, as he has with me.
He’s a perfect specimen, and just his body alone makes me hot and willing to lie back and have his puppies. I want him; my inner thighs are throbbing and damp, and I’m aching for him to put his hands anywhere he pleases, much like I’m doing, but I feel like he’s being respectful and cautious about how far he can go. He isn’t sure if this leads to sex or just a heavy petting session, and I can feel his hesitation flowing my way.
“Are you going to do this or keep me waiting?” I break from his lips, teasing him, inviting him to take this further, and smile naughtily, so he doesn’t misunderstand. His eyes lock on mine, and he matches my seductive smile.
“Oh, baby, you’re not getting out of this room until I’ve done everything I’ve been thinking of doing to you for the past weeks.
Do you know how badly I’ve wanted this, how many dreams I’ve had about being able to do this to you? I swear you’ve been the star of so many pornographic wet dreams.” Colton doesn’t give me a second to answer that as he catches me in another kiss, catching hold of me, and flips us over with a quick, expert move, so I end up flat on the bed. He crawls on top of me and holds himself off my body with strong arms. I guess the hot dreams were not a one-way thing then. Colton better buckle down and hurry up if those are anything like reality.
He doesn’t break the kiss he has me caught in, and I seek out the smooth, hard muscle with my palms and feel my way over him. Colton leans on one elbow to keep himself propped up, and his other hand slides down my thigh until he finds the hem of my nightshirt. He slides a hot, flat palm under the edge, tracing up the curve of my hip and abdomen before smoothing to my right breast and cupping it firmly. Squeezing and caressing my nipple through the thin lace of my bra until he has me arching and wriggling under him in a frenzy of ‘take me now.’
It feels unlike anything I’ve ever known; his touch searing my skin while touching me in places no one else has, but it throbs and aches in such a good way I want him all over me in every private place I have. I never knew a touch could ignite fire and longing with this much intensity, but his does.
There’s a mix of apprehension and nerves in the pit of my stomach as we get hotter and heavier, despite wanting it more than air, and Colton lowers his pelvis between my thighs and gently grinds against me, igniting a craving with the goodness of his attention. I moan and bite his bottom lip, gripping his shoulder as I lift my hips to him and push him to do it harder as the sensation arouses me thoroughly, and I swear, I’ve never been so ready to lose my virginity as I am at this moment. This dry humping thing he has going on is enough to push me over the edge, and I’m almost insane with the craving to get him inside me. If all of this is anything like the end result, I have no desire to keep waiting. Only the niggles and worries in the back of my mind are stopping me from pulling my clothes off and prompting him to go faster.
I’ve heard it can hurt; there were horror stories from other girls in the home, even those who paired up and marked. They said the first time is not always a pleasant thing, that it can be sore, dry, and awkward, especially if your mate’s a virgin. I try to push it out of my head, unable to see how something that feels this insanely good can end up being awful. Colton is not a virgin, even I know that, and judging by his kissing skills, he knows something about a femme’s body and how to pleasure her.
I cling to him, wrapping my legs around his waist, and slide one hand between us to rub over the erection I can feel bulging through his sweatpants. Trying to make him want to push us ahead with more haste and smile when Colton groans under his breath at my contact. Both hit fever pitch excitement levels, but he flips from over me, surprising me with the sudden departure that makes me go from insanely heated to instantly cold with the loss of his body heat.
“What are you doing?” I gasp in alarm, shock, and outrage all simultaneously. Blurting it at him and throwing him a confused glare.
“I’m going to end up pounding you into the bed and getting you pregnant the first time if I don’t go get something. Trust me, I’m coming right back. Don’t you dare move a muscle. The infirmary has some; stay right here, exactly like this.” Colton leans up, takes hold of my knees, and pushes them slightly apart with a wink and a smile of cheekiness before swooping down and kissing me on the lips quickly. It elicits a giggle from me that he’s both crude and cute at the same time. As soon as he darts out of the room, I flop back on the bed, exhaling heavily, trying to calm my racing heart and draw in some much-needed air.
He has me all kinds of crazy riled up, pulse all over the place, and lungs laboring with his attentions. I lay a hand on my pulsating belly to calm some of this crazy fire burning inside me before I self-combust and pass out. I wave my free hand over my face to cool the intense burning flush on my cheeks and forehead. I thank the Fates I had the foresight to shower earlier.
I have an insatiable yearning, and I can’t lie still; my energy levels are boosted, and I’m suddenly antsy. I sit up and shuffle off the bed to pull my nightdress off, but he’s back in a flash as I get to my feet. He obviously hyper-sped there and back, equally desperate to do this, and startles me with his return.
“Hey! That’s not how I left you!” He comes up behind me and runs a hand up my abdomen, across my breast to give it another gentle squeeze from behind, and kisses me in the crook of my neck, under my jaw. Igniting tingles and butterflies in my belly all over again.
“I was going to take this off.” I tug at my shirt to show him and yelp when Colton spins me, almost knocking me over, but instead catches me in his arm. He holds up a pack of condoms, shakes them at me with a mischievous glint in his eye that gets me blushing and looking away in a flash of embarrassment, and throws them on the bed before kissing me lightly on the lips again. His kiss is addictive, and I could have him do it to me every second of every day.
“Allow me.” He leans in and yanks the hem of my shirt in one fluid movement as my arms come up automatically, and he swipes the nightdress up and over my head and tosses it aside like it’s nothing but a flimsy obstacle. He takes a second to skim my body with his eyes before latching onto my mouth again and kissing me as vehemently as the first reunion, pushing me back into that feverish mode of needing him. Colton’s hands are hot and strong. They skim my body, seeking my curves, before sliding behind me as he unclips my bra in a smooth, swift maneuver. Pulling us apart so he can untangle me from it, exposing and releasing my breasts, and throwing it aside. I don’t feel any shyness, so invested in my need to be naked with him and allowing him to take a moment to caress them before he slides his hands down my waist.
The hiatus has allowed some of my nerves to kick in, and I swallow down subtle fear, my body trembling as he slides my lace panties down over my hips slowly, sexily, completely undressing me.
“You’re beautiful in every way, my perfect girl. I couldn’t want you more than I do right now.” Colton whispers huskily, right into my ear when he straightens back up and brings us back together, sucking my ear lobe, so my knees almost give way with the erotic sensation. His breath fanning my cheek and shoulder and igniting goosebumps all over.
“I love you.” I have to say it to him because it’s how I feel as I’m consumed by every nerve ending exploding deliciously, an undying need for him. Forgiveness, letting go of the past, all mixed up with desire, passion, and so many emotions that the words tug at my throat, forming a lump, but it’s not sadness. It’s complete adoration and incomparable happiness that he will finally be everything I wanted. Everything I need.
Colton pulls back to rest his nose against mine gently, stroking my hair back from my face, and smiles at me in that knee-weakening, full-on dimples way. Slowing down the tempo and breathing out slowly with me as his touch softens.
“I want to hear that multiple times a day for the rest of my life. I swear I’m crazy in love with you, and I’ll never let you down again. You’re my priority. The Luna the people need; the Luna I need. I’ll never doubt us or put you second again. I needed to lose you to realize how stupid that was, how fucked up my priorities were. Your mate should always come first. You will always come first.” Colton kisses me on the forehead, a light grazing tenderness that makes me feel delicate and unique, igniting the butterflies inside me and the softer side that is not consumed by lust.
“Unless you turn into a power-crazed psychopath!” I point
out in quiet humor and get a flash of that gorgeous smile for my efforts, even if it was a tongue-in-cheek remark that might upset him. A lightening of the intense moment.
“In that case, I give you permission to taser my ass and keep me shackled to the bed for your pleasure. I would happily live like that for as many years as it took to cure me of my crazy.” He swoops down, catching my lips while simultaneously scooping me up under the butt and lifting me to him, so I end up straddling him around the waist once more, catching his shoulders with my hands to stop myself from falling backward. He carries me back to the bed this way, never breaking the kiss, and I wrap my arms around his neck, fully entwining him, never wanting to let go ever again. So many times, I almost had him, and he slipped through my fingers, but not this time. He’s my captive, and I will fight tooth and nail to keep him here.
Those weeks of being apart, the heartache and pain from being imprinted on him, yet always turned away, all fall around us to dust like they don’t matter anymore. His touch is a balm that heals so many wounds, pushes so many painful emotions entirely out of me, and the confidence in knowing he will never reject me again gives me new life. He’s in control here and no sign of doing anything except marking me and finalizing the union with sex. He’s mine, finally. And nothing is going to come between us or stop us this time around.
Colton gently drops me on the bed and steps back while he strips off his pants and boxers, kicking off his socks and shoes while I pull my socks off and throw them past him. Two completely naked people with glowing eyes as our wolves peak and urge us to unite them, too. We take a silent, almost synchronized second to admire the beauty in each other, in all our glory, both liking what we see.
The way he looks at me, eating me with his eyes and devouring every inch, makes me feel sexy and desirable, and that tingle of need flushes over me once more, dampening the nerves and hesitations, and I reach for him. Colton takes my hand and climbs on the bed, pushing me back against the pillow, and nestles over me more gently than before. He strokes my hair back and fully lays his body into mine, all curves and angles matching, and he slides between my thighs to find a comfortable position.
“Are you nervous?” he asks, losing that wildfire in his eyes and toning down to a simmer as he picks up on my underlying anxiety. Lifting his hand and stroking a thumb across my bottom lip as gentle as a fluttering butterfly. The calm in him pushes through his crazy hormones, and it does so much to help me simmer.
“A little,” I admit, not liking that this softness quietens the flames of passion and brings the fear to the forefront a little. I think I would prefer getting lost in the haze instinct and having him just do it when I’m wound up and crazy for him, even if it hurts that way. Get it over and done with, so I can then know what the after feels like and experience future times, as it’s meant to get better the more you do it. My stomach lurches with a bout of nerves, and I swallow down the apprehension.
“I’ll try not to hurt you. We can go slow, be gentle. Marking doesn’t have to be crazy and aggressive or bouncing around the furniture. Your first time should be special. Besides, if I don’t calm down, I may only last like five seconds, max.” Colton’s heart is beating as fast as mine. Still, as he utters soothing words, I can feel him physically leveling out, his passion and desire simmering because he’s pulling the emotion through instead of the lust, and it’s dampening both of us as we feed on each other.
“I don’t think I want to anticipate. I’m ready to just do it,” I whisper, my innocence showing, and he laughs softly. Bringing that hand and smoothing it down my cheek, the obvious adoration in how he looks at me.
“You clearly don’t know what foreplay is or, you know, the joy of working up to it.” He grins and kisses me quickly. I blush at that, and he leans in and kisses me a little more intensely, grinding his erection against my intimate places, skin on skin, and I gasp in ecstasy at the unique pleasure waves it causes to ripple through my stomach and up my legs.
“See, sex is about more than just getting it in there. Trust me. I’m not about to make our first time together uncomfortable because you aren’t ready.” Colton strokes his fingers down my throat and across my breast and ignites that same pleasure, caressing my skin so it almost burns with his touch, and those warming, churning feelings between my legs stir up again to fever pitch. They never lay low for long, even when he’s taking a breather. Just one touch, and he stokes the fire right back up to where it needs to be, and I stop worrying about going slow.
He moves down my body and kisses my throat, then slides down and licks my nipple before teasing it between his teeth and I arch, bent almost double, as I lift my spine off the bed and moan like crazy with the contact. Colton doesn’t relent. He works down my body, kissing, licking, and caressing, and carefully slides his hand between my thighs, waiting on my refusal sounds before he gently rubs across my aching core, his fingers trailing between the folds smoothing dampness across from within me.
I almost spasm with the mind-blowing sensation it elicits. That simple caress down there almost sends me over the edge, and I grab his hair and bury my fingers into the longer length on top to grip onto him as he moves further down. Colton takes it as a sign that I like it and carries on with a second caress, this time circling at the front and almost making me squeal—it feels so good.
I close my eyes and give way to the sensation as Colton gently eases my legs apart at the knees for better access and lifts one of them to open me fully to him. I tense in anticipation, waiting on the piercing pain, and I’ve worked myself up to believe it’ll happen as they told me it would. Sharp agony and dry, uncomfortable, grating thrusting, but I groan in pleasure when a hot, smooth tongue probes me instead. I wasn’t expecting him to put his mouth down there, and despite the surprise, I almost melt to goo because it’s, honest to God, the best feeling in the world.
“Oh, God.” The sensation is nothing like I imagined, not even close. Colton sucking and licking down there. Warm and wet, yet unbelievably good. Something that should feel icky, or weird, or even unbearably embarrassing, instead is making my toes curl and gasp for more. Clutching at him to urge him to do it harder. The pleasure runs up my limbs, warms my stomach, and the motion of what he’s doing has me writhing about the bed in seconds, making noises like a dying animal, and all I can do is grip onto his hair and try not to implode completely.
Colton doesn’t stop what he’s doing, and something firmer, longer, and stiffer gently slides inside me a little way, and I almost experience my first inner explosion. I think it’s the beginning of an orgasm, but because no one has ever touched me down there, and this is my first sexual experience, I have no idea what it should feel like, so I can only assume. I start panting and let go of him to grab the bedsheets as I focus on doing nothing but succumbing to how amazing this feels, lifting my hips in time to the way he’s probing me. If I knew sex was like this, I probably wouldn’t have been so subtle with Colton these past weeks. I would have just pushed him up against a wall and groped him.
“Good, huh?” His smug tone comes at me, but I can’t answer, only breathe in short raspy gasps as waves of growing heat and tingles start in my toes and work their way up my limbs and into my pelvis, making me tremble uncontrollably. He continues to slide what feels like a finger gently in and out of me, only a little way. His tongue is back on the frontal portion as he sucks and licks my clitoris. I groan heavily in response to his question, pulling my knees up as my body can’t stay still from the extreme ecstasy coursing through me.
“Oh, God, oh, God. Mark me. I swear if you don’t get up and do this, I might eat you.” It’s a crazy, breathless whine as the need consumes me, and something big builds up in my stomach with nerve endings that feel like they’re climbing. Even though what he’s doing feels divine, and I’m so close to some weird precipice, I want to feel him instead of his hand. If that can send me into a spiraling mess of goo, then I want the real thing and experience what that can do.
Screw foreplay. Mark me already.