Torren hissed in a breath at the contact. “Olivia…”
“I want to taste you,” she said, lowering herself to her knees at his feet. Her gaze flicked up to his. “And if you lose control, that’s all right. Don’t hold back.”
Torren fought for control of his beast as the wolf pressed against him. Olivia wrapped her lips around his cock, her tongue flicking the head. He groaned and stiffened his muscles so he wouldn’t thrust further into her mouth. He let her explore, her lips and tongue teasing him with gentle licks and kisses. Then she took him fully into her mouth, and he nearly came from how fucking good it felt.
His wolf became more insistent, the beast getting closer to the surface. Torren felt his fangs press against his lower lip, and he wondered if his mate would always bring out this reaction in him. At thirty-one, he’d had sex with more than a handful of women, but none ever made him feel like he was losing control of his beast. None except for his mate.
Her tongue stroked the underside of his cock as she sucked so hard her cheeks hollowed. She flicked the tip of her tongue and Torren could feel his control breaking. Her teasing licks and strokes were driving him mad, and with a growl, he tunneled his fingers through her hair and dragged her mouth back down his cock. His grip tightened on her as he started thrusting. Torren went deep and ground against her lips a moment before pulling back then sliding all the way in again. Her throat closed over the head of his cock as she swallowed and Torren’s wolf came barreling to the surface.
Claws tipped his fingers and his vision shifted to that of his beast. Torren pulled her off his shaft, then lifted her, pressing her back against the shower wall. He gripped her thigh and pulled it up over his hip. Pinning her to the shower wall with his hips, he grabbed her other thigh, and spread her open wide. With one sure thrust, he sank balls deep into her wet pussy.
Her hard nipples poked against his chest as he powered into her, driving deep, and taking what he wanted. He pressed tight against her clit with every stroke, and it didn’t take long before she was coming. Her release coated his shaft, and the scent of her drove him wild. His teeth grazed her throat as he fucked her harder. Torren felt her nails bite into his biceps as she clung to him, her lips parted and her eyes blazing with passion. He drove into her again and again, until he’d filled her with his cum, and even then he didn’t stop right away.
He slid free of her body, then turned her to face the wall, pulling her hips back. He spread her ass cheeks and lightly brushed against her tight hole.
“Tell me yes,” he said, his voice all beast.
“Yes.” Her voice cracked, but she’d given her consent, and she knew that if she’d said no he would have backed away.
Gathering their mingled release from her pussy, he used it to ease a finger through the tight ring of muscle. As much as his cock ached to be inside of her again, he took his time preparing her. Torren thrust into her pussy again, lubricating his cock with their cum, then pulled out and slowly eased into her ass. He groaned as her body welcomed him. When he was balls deep inside of her, he reached around and played with her clit. It took all of his self-control to hold still as he pleasured her.
Olivia cried out his name as she came, and Torren started thrusting as she squeezed his cock so damn hard. He kept rubbing her clit, and one orgasm turned into two. Her body trembled from the force of her release, and he knew she couldn’t handle much more. Torren gripped her ass cheeks and spread them wide, watching as his cock disappeared inside of her. He took her hard and fast, and when he came, he felt like he was being turned inside out. He roared her name as his balls emptied, then pulled out. His cum trickled out of her, leaving his beast pleased. They’d marked their mate in yet another way.
“I like seeing you marked with my cum,” he said, as he released her and she turned to face him.
“Is that the Alpha wolf shifter equivalent of peeing on me?”
He snorted as he fought not to laugh, but she wasn’t wrong. He liked his scent on her, and maybe it was his beast half, but his cum running down her legs assured that everyone would know she belonged to him.
“You’ve marked me, but I haven’t marked you. What if you leave the pack lands and some she-wolf decides she wants you?” Olivia asked.
Torren lifted her until they were face to face. Then he tilted his head to the side. “Bite. You’ll have to bite hard enough to draw blood, otherwise it won’t scar.”
She gave him a startled look, then hesitantly placed her mouth against his shoulder. He felt her teeth press against his skin, and she bit down. He barely felt it, but when she pulled back, there was a smear of blood on her lips.
Torren released her and quickly got out of the shower, not even bothering to dry off. He looked in the mirror over the sink and saw her bite mark. His beast preened that their mate had marked them, but he knew with his shifter genes, a regular human bite wouldn’t last long. It would vanish as he healed, unless… Torren reached into the drawer next to the sink and pulled out a small jar.
“What’s that?” Olivia asked, as she stepped out of the shower, smelling like his soap, and reached for a towel.
“It’s a special cream that has a blend of herbs. It will keep my body from healing your bite mark at a rapid rate, and will allow it to scar. Without the cream, by tomorrow the bite would be gone. It’s not often a wolf would want a scar, but sometimes we want a reminder of a profound moment in our lives. A hard-won battle, a non-shifter mate’s bite, or in some cases a self-inflicted wound during a time of mourning.”
She frowned. “Then how do wolves mark each other?”
“The enzymes in our saliva leave a scar if we bite bone deep.”
He rubbed the cream into the wound, then put the jar away. “Now everyone will know I belong to you.”
“I think the human way of buying wedding rings seems simpler.”
He turned fully to face her. “Do you want that? I don’t mind honoring your human customs.”
“If I go into town, no one there will know I’m taken. In any human city, I’d be considered single. Not every married couple wears rings, but it’s a standard way of telling who’s been claimed and who hasn’t. It’s not foolproof though. There are those who cheat, or like I said, those who choose not to wear a ring.”
“We’ll get rings,” he said. “I want everyone to know that you’re mine, and that I’m yours.”
“And there you go being sweet again.” She smiled and lifted onto her toes to kiss him. “I’ll get dressed, then reheat the breakfast you made earlier. It was good, and I’m sorry I ran off without finishing it.”
“It won’t taste as good re-heated. I’ll make something fresh for you.”
