“Morning,” she murmured as she snuggled closer. “Feeling better?”
“Yeah. I don’t think it’s the moon.”
She looked up at him. “Then what was that?”
He explained what the Alpha had told him, about a male mated to a human suffering from the heat like a female shifter would. Her eyebrows rose.
“So we’ll go through this what? Every month?” she asked.
“Possibly.”
“Am I allowed to shower yet?”
He shook his head. “I’m calm right now, and my wolf is content. But a female shifter goes into heat for at least three days. I only suffered for one night. If you wash my cum off of you, I can’t promise my wolf won’t rise up and decide you need to be marked again.”
Her cheeks warmed. “So, I’m supposed to walk around the house naked the next two days with your… stuff all over me?”
“Um.” When she put it that way.
“I’m showering, Torren. If you lose it again and need to come all over me and in me, then we’ll deal with it. What I won’t do is walk around sticky for the next two days.”
“Probably shouldn’t get dressed,” he mumbled. “If I do lose it again, I’d probably shred your clothes and possibly hurt you in my attempt to get you naked.”
She rolled her eyes and got out of bed. “If anyone had told me being mated to a wolf shifter would be so damn weird…”
She let the sentence trail off as she entered the bathroom. Torren got up and decided if his mate had to remain unclothed in their home, then he would too. But before either of them were caught naked, he should probably call his Beta and tell him that the pack needed to give the cabin a wide berth the next two days. Not that being naked was a big deal to him, but his human mate probably felt differently about it. He grabbed his cell phone and took care of that, then went to make his mate some breakfast.
When Olivia stepped into the kitchen, he had to stop and stare a moment.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
Her cheeks flushed and she pulled out a chair, then sat at the table. Torren gripped the spatula tight, fighting the urge to bend her, press her down onto the tabletop, and claim her again. He plated their food, then set everything on the table, his hands trembling.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
“My wolf is restless and he isn’t happy that you don’t smell like us anymore.”
She nodded then picked up her fork. “Guess I’d better eat fast then.”
He grunted and dug into his food, savagely eating his bacon and chewing furiously as he watched her. The moment she took her last bite, he shoved everything to the opposite end of the table then motioned for her to come to him.
Olivia pushed her chair back and approached, no hesitance in her eyes, even though he felt like he was coming unhinged again. He pointed to the table in front of him.
“Sit.”
She climbed onto the table and he pushed her thighs wide, staring at her pussy. Torren leaned closer and breathed in her musky scent before flicking his tongue against her for a taste. He fucked her with his tongue and lips, nipped at her with his teeth, until she was coming all over him. He stood so fast his chair hit the floor, then he held her tight and thrust deep.
“Lay back,” he said, his voice more beast than man. “My wolf needs your submission.”
Olivia lay back on the table, her head tipped back exposing her throat, and he slammed into her so hard her breasts bounced with every stroke. He drove into her again and again, until he came inside of her. Torren flexed his hands on her hips and tried to assess his beast. The wolf still wasn’t happy. Torren started thrusting into her again. He took her hard and deep, any gentleness he’d ever felt long gone. He was nearly all beast, just trapped in a man’s body, as he claimed his mate on the kitchen table. When he started coming, he pulled out and stroked his shaft until he covered her pussy in his cum.
The beast inside pushed for more, but Torren fought for control. He worried that if he took her as roughly, and as thoroughly, as he had the previous night, that he might hurt Olivia, and that was the last thing he wanted. She was his, and he loved her, but she was also human and fragile. The wolf didn’t seem to understand, and just wanted their scent all over her, and inside of her.
Torren gathered some of his cum on his fingers and slid them between her ass cheeks, pressing some inside of her. She moaned and spread her legs even further.
“Jesus, Olivia. I’m trying to spread my scent around so I won’t keep fucking you, but when you make that sexy noise and your ass squeezes my fingers? It makes me want to fuck your ass all damn night, come in you again and again.”
“Torren,” she said, her eyes full of passion and need.
