I take my time, learning which swipe of my tongue makes her gasp, which flick makes her moan, what to do with my fingers to make her clamp her thighs around me. Every sound she makes goes straight to my cock, which is hard and aching with need, butI ignore it to focus on her pleasure. When I stroke her clit with my tongue in the perfect rhythm and curl my fingers inside her just right, she falls apart with a buck of her hips and my name on her lips.
The bond flares between us, letting me feel the strength of her pleasure as her orgasm stretches on. It’s almost overwhelming how wholly she trusts me with this vulnerable, intimate moment. After everything I’ve done, she’s giving her first time to me completely. The gift both humbles me and makes it hard to hold back from sheathing my cock inside her and digging my fangs into her neck.
I work her through the aftershocks of her orgasm, licking gently and pulsing my fingers inside her pussy, only pulling away when she tugs at my hair. My fingers smell of her as I withdraw them, a scent I won’t soon forget. When I move back up her body, she pulls me into a deep and passionate kiss, apparently unbothered by the taste of her pleasure on my tongue. My wolf howls his satisfaction, eager for the next part, equally satisfied and hungry.
“Holy shit. Oh my god.” She blushes. Even after coming on my mouth and grinding her clit against my tongue, she’s still shy. It makes me want to devour her completely. “I didn’t know I could come that hard or for that long. And trust me when I say that I’ve tried.”
“Spitfire, we’re just getting started.” I feel a twinge of masculine pleasure at knowing how well I did. Brushing her messy blonde strands of hair back from her flushed cheeks, I marvel at the spark in her mismatched amber and blue eyes as she gazes at me with a devotion and desire that I haven’t earned. “Are you ready for more? Do you think you can take my cock now?”
Her eyes darken, flitting nervously down to my erection then back up again, but I feel her arousal as well as her trepidation. “I want you. All of you.”
Groaning, I capture her mouth in another kiss, grabbing her ass and lifting her up so my hard length settles between her thighs. She’s so small and delicate beneath my hands, despite her strength and bravery. The size difference between us has never been more apparent. The wolf in me growls possessively, even as the stark contrast of our bodies heightens my need to be gentle, especially during this, her first time. Every nervous hitch of her breath reminds me of that.
My cock smears precum where it’s pressed against her naked thigh, my arousal throbbing, the need to come inside my mate bigger than any need I’ve ever had in my entire life. But still, I have to make sure one more time. Have to know she’s certain before I take this from her.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” I ask, even though it nearly kills me, just like every second spent not buried in her is agony. My voice comes out rough with need, and my wolf is practically snarling his displeasure. “I know there’s so much between us. We can stop?—”
“Don’t you dare stop.” Her voice is fierce as she glares at me, then softens, her mismatched eyes full of trust and desire. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she arches against me. “Stop focusing on all the complications and just be here with me. I want this, Kieran. I want you—all of you.”
Groaning, I align our bodies so that the head of my cock teases her lips, the feeling of her wetness against me almost too much to bear. She’s so warm and wet from my mouth and fingers that I slip against her as I try to line up, and she whimpers with need as well as trepidation, my cock head so much bigger than her entrance that I fear I may never find it.
“If it hurts, tell me,” I manage through clenched teeth. My wolf is clawing at my control, desperate to claim our mate. “I’ll go slow.”
As slow as I can bear without exploding, that is. She nods, and I begin to press forward, watching her face carefully for any sign of pain. The moment I press inside her, just the barest bit, we both gasp. She’s incredibly tight, even after all my preparation, and so hot it makes my head spin and my cock leak. My wolf howls in triumph, snarling at me to keep going, but I grit my teeth and fight for control. I won’t hurt her.
“Breathe, Aurora,” I murmur as she tenses around me. Sweat breaks out across my back from the strain of holding still with herright there,thighs wrapped around me, sweet skin on display. “Just breathe like you do when you’re training. In through your nose, out through your mouth—that’s it. You’re doing so good for me, Spitfire, so perfect for your mate.”
Her fingers dig into my shoulders as I work my way deeper, carefully withdrawing then pressing back in, slower than I’ve ever gone in my life. It feels like it takes ages to get the head of my cock in, and she whimpers as the flared head presses into her body, her tight pussy clenching around me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, a tight, hot sheath that’s agony to move slowly inside of, her pleasure and pain pulsing through our bond until I can feel every millimeter of my aching cock.
I work my way deeper, moment by moment, inch by careful inch, aware of how big I am. The more I sheath myself in her, the stronger the bond grows, carrying waves of sensation back and forth until I can barely tell where I end and she begins. Every movement feels charged, even with only half of me inside her.
Looking down at where we meet, she gasps as she observes, “That’s only half of it? Kieran…” Shuddering, she admits, “I don’t know if it’ll fit.”
“It will,” I promise her, holding her body up and resisting the urge to thrust wildly inside her tight, wet heat. “Already I can feel it. Can’t you?”
Reaching down, I carefully circle her clit with my thumb, and she gasps. My cock slides further inside her and we both groan at the sudden slip of her body letting me in. “I can,” she admits, followed by, with wonder, “Maybe itwillfit.”
Bit by bit I work my way inside her, groaning at the way her pussy stretches tightly around me.
“You’re taking me so well, Spitfire,” I praise her, peppering kisses across her sweet face. The tenderness I feel for her threatens to overwhelm me, and it’s the only thing making it possible for me to hold back. “So good for me, so hot and wet. Fuck, you feel fucking incredible.”
She moans, her body starting to relax around me as she takes more and more of my shaft. It takes agonizing, slow thrusts, but when I’m finally seated fully inside her, we both freeze, overwhelmed by the intensity of it as she welcomes me inside. The broken bond snaps back into place between us, completed for a moment, although only a moment, without a bite to finish it, a bite I dare not force on her despite what she’s given me already.
This is enough. It has to be enough.
The rush of emotions I feel from her—desire, pleasure, relief, completion—are nothing compared to the love I feel for her. It steals my breath to know that this wonderful, perfect woman is letting me in like this, if only for now, if only for tonight.
“Oh god.” Aurora gasps as she feels it too, her fingers clawing at my back, which is drenched in sweat from holding back the primal urge to fuck my mate. She looks at me with wide and awestruck eyes. “Is it—sex—always like this?”
“No. Only with you.” My answer is honest. I press my forehead to hers, struggling to explain through the pleasureflooding my system. The relief of no longer feeling that ache, that resistance from my wolf, for the first time in five years—it’s almost, although not quite, as pleasurable as burying my cock in her sweet virgin pussy. “Only ever with you, Aurora. You were made for me.”
My answer brings tears to her eyes, and she urges me on. “Move, Kieran. I can’t take much more waiting.”
Neither can I, so I’m thankful she’s ready for me. When I start to move, slowly drawing out and thrusting back in again, the sensation is almost too much. Every slide of my cock inside her sends unimaginable pleasure andrightnessracing through me, amplified by the bond. Aurora moves with me instinctively, despite her newness to sex, like she was made for this, made for each other. Her soft cries of pleasure drive me wild, especially as they grow louder and more raw, and I can tell she’s unable to hold back.
“That’s it, Spitfire,” I growl, angling my hips and her body to hit the spots that make her gasp. Sweat drips down my back and shoulders as I fight to maintain control, to keep from thrusting into her too hard. “Take all of it. You’re so perfect, so beautiful and tight. My virgin mate.”
My wolf is wild with satisfaction, reveling in having his mate. The need to bite her, to complete the bond, is almost overwhelming. But I won’t do that without her explicit consent—and her desire to bite me back. So instead, I pour all my passion into making her feel good, knowing this moment won’t last, no matter how perfect it feels for both of us.
