But she was precious; she was wounded. I didn’t know the extent of what had happened to her, what vile things had been done to her. I couldn’t scare her, couldn’t let my beast and my hunger destroy her before I had her.
I moved her body, so she laid on her back. Her ass brushed my erection. I held in a groan, as her caramel eyes sparkled at me.
Gold and chocolate brown flecks sparkled in her eyes as the sunlight peeked through the curtains. My vision was entrapped by her. All reason disappeared. The primal, the dark roots of my being came to the surface. I hummed hungerly, unable to keep my hands away from her, and grabbed the back of her neck.
Journey gasped, feeling my fingertips on her neck, my claws lengthening, but not where she could see. Her heart jumped in her chest, my head dipping lower until my breath blew the small tendrils of hair that covered her lips away.
“I-” before I could ask for permission, her lips met mine. My eyes widened, but hers were already closed. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her hips pushing into my erection. After the initial shock, I wrapped my other arm around her lower back.
The soft petals of her lips parted, her breath escaping her to grab another gasp of air, but my selfish body betrayed her, and I slid my tongue into her mouth. I growled at her whimper. It fueled my fire. My body crushed hers, didn’t even hover, pressing as much of myself against her as I could.
I needed her touch; I needed her so my wolf would not die inside me. The fire across our bodies intertwined, the inferno of passion delving deeper as our desires intensified.
Journey’s fingers ran through my hair. Grabbing it at the scalp, she pushed our faces closer together while I massaged her gentle tongue with my own. I felt her warmth, her body heating with arousal. I pushed my erection further into her mound. I could feel her clit throb between our clothes, and I growled warningly while her hands scratched down my back and grabbed my ass.
Fuck.
It felt good to be wanted. My sexual escapades during ruts were passionless. My wolf only took, not wanting to give pleasure to whatever supernatural was willing to give. It was a fruitless endeavor on their part to gain anything. Whatever reason they gave themselves to my wolf was their own. They knew what they got into when a shifter had their rut.
Whatever their reasons, I didn’t care.
Now, I wanted to please.
I cared to give my mate pleasure, for her to feel my erection against her. For her to know that this cock would never be placed into a worthless cunt ever again. It was hers, all of it was hers, and her pussy was mine. Never again would someone take from her, especially me. I would give her everything before I let myself, my wolf, indulge in our own pleasure.
She pushed at my shoulder, my wolf whimpering at the connection between our lips. Her heavy breath, her large gulp of air, made me curse under my breath. She could not hold her breath as long as me. She was still soft, so fragile.
“I’m–” I went to apologize, but she shook her head.
“Sorry,” she coughed.
My hands clenched into fists. Selfish of me to take her kiss and not think of her illness. I was already messing up.
“No!” she rushed, her fingers skimming up my neck. My balls twitched, feeling the touch of her fingers going up my neck. “I liked it,” she whispered. “I just had to breathe.”
“I shouldn’t have.” I went to push away, but she frowned. I stopped and lowered myself back on her body, her leg wrapping around one of mine.
“You didn’t want to kiss me?” her eyes went glassy, and I groaned in displeasure.
“No, I wanted it. I should have thought of your health. I pushed too hard–” The thought of hurting her, pushing her. Fuck, I was going to mess this up.
“I think it was I who leaned into you, Grim,” she said shyly. “I’ve never kissed someone before. I just got excited.” She bit her lip, her eyes darting away from me.
I flexed my fingers, taking two of them and moving her chin back so I could delve deeper into her eyes.
“Your first kiss?” I asked, confused.
With Journey’s past I didn’t think this would be possible. She was forced to do horrible things. Men touched her, took from her. The thought alone sent anger coursing through my veins. I wanted to destroy every single one of the bastards.
My wolf came into my mind with blind fury. His desire for blood, for vengeance, came to the forefront. My mate’s head tilted in confusion.
I shook my head, pushing the hair from my face. I calmed myself. Right now, I needed to concentrate on her.
“I couldn’t save a lot of myself,” she whispered. My arms tightened around her body, my wolf whimpering at her broken voice. “I tried, I did,” she sniffed. “I had to give up on that dream. If I couldn’t save myself for someone I really wanted and cared about in one way, then I thought I could give them something I had control over.”
My heart broke. My wolf curled around himself.
“So, I saved my first kiss.” She shrugged her shoulders. “And I wanted to give it to you.” She smiled.
