Embracing the Wolf Page 7

  His fingers parted her soft silky flesh and he dipped his tongue inside.

  She groaned and grabbed the pillow, clutching it as a wave of liquid fire crashed through her. When she shifted her hips, he growled at her and eased one long finger inside her. Her breath left her. She melted into the bed, slack and willing to let him do anything to her as long as he kept making her feel so incredible. Her hands claimed her own breasts, teasing her nipples as his finger thrust into her.

  “More,” Kat moaned and he stopped.

  She opened her eyes, disappointment filling her when he removed his finger. Silence descended as he stared at her, eyes dark and passionate, promising her the raw sex that she craved. Her body felt starved and hungry, in need of him in a way she had never felt before. Her beast paced just below the surface of her skin, as desperate for his touch as her human side. He growled.

  Kat moaned and jacked up off the bed, her body arching, a reaction that she had no control over. His gaze narrowed. Instinctively, she spread her legs, inviting him in. He remained rooted to the spot and she mewled in frustration. The seconds ticked by, heightening the intense hunger that filled her right down to the pit of her soul. Some deep sense of awareness said that she would die if he didn’t enter her soon.

  The mating.

  Instinct controlled her, a frightening primal urge to mate, a need that enslaved her until she felt trapped in her own body.

  She surrendered to it, to her true nature and to Amon. He needed her. She wanted him.

  Her feet rose and she teased his erection with her toes, stroking it lightly and smiling coyly into his ever-darkening eyes.

  With a low growl, he grabbed her foot and flipped her onto her front. It took her a moment to get her head together and then she looked over her shoulder at him. He knelt behind her, eyes black and menacing, body hard and hungry. Pure alpha werewolf.

  Her alpha.

  He grabbed her hips and dragged them up. Her arms stretched out in front of her and her breasts pressed into the soft sheets of the bed. She closed her eyes and growled when he thrust his length against her backside. More. She needed more.

  He gave her it.

  The head of Amon’s length rubbed over her groin and then eased beautifully into her. Kat groaned long and low as he buried every inch of him inside her and then she clutched the bed sheets into her fists when he clasped her hips and started surging deep and hard into her body. Her wolf felt closer to the surface than it had ever done. Her claws ripped through the sheets, creating an eruption of white feathers. They scattered across the dark blue sheets along with her thoughts.

  Pinpricks of pain in her hips marked where Amon’s claws dug into her. The small stabs drove her out of her mind, heightening her desire until she teetered on the brink of madness.

  Kat pressed back against him, growling with each deep thrust. It was frenzied and hard, rougher than they’d ever been with each other before. He spread her knees further apart and moved deeper, his own growls mingling with hers. She could feel his wolf rise to meet hers, feel him shift into the strange in between state that she had slipped into the moment he had entered her. She could feel his desperate need to take her.

  To claim her.

  She tensed against him and when he thrust in again, he jerked to a halt. His erection throbbed inside her, spilling his warm seed. Pure bliss ran through her veins, hazy and intoxicating, and then suddenly disappeared, leaving her cold and aching. Her hunger wasn’t satisfied. It wanted more.

  Her eyes widened when Amon removed himself from her, laid her on her back and moved to lie over her. He was hard again, ready to continue their mating until they had both found release in their coupling.

  Amon entered her harder this time but his movements were slower and deeper. Kat closed her eyes and wrapped her legs around him, her body tensing. She loved how deep he was within her, relished the way his body moved against hers, and the feel of his warm breath against her cheek.

  Holding onto his upper arms, she marvelled at his strength with each rock of his hips against hers. Each deep stroke added to the maddening sensation of pleasure, taking her further and further out of her mind. Their hot sweat-slicked skin stuck together. Their heavy breathing punctuated the silence.

  She moaned and looked up at him. He stared into her eyes, his own golden. The needful, tender look in his eyes stole her breath. It touched her deeply, until both parts of her moved as one, her wolf joining with her under his loving gaze. She let herself go, knowing the mating needed them both to be as one with their nature.

  Amon snarled at her, sharp teeth sending a thrill through her. A sudden desire to have him lose control tore through her but it didn’t frighten her. She trusted him implicitly. She wanted him to take her with all the possession she could see in his eyes.

  As if sensing her desire, Amon drove forwards, thrusting deeper and faster. He pressed his palms against hers, pinning her arms to the bed and locking fingers with her, clutching her hands so hard that it hurt. It was as though he didn’t want to let her go. Or did he fear that she would bolt again?

  She would never leave him again.

  Her fingers curled around, locking tight with his. His eyes widened and then narrowed as a flicker of pure hunger sparked in their fiery depths. There was something else there too. Relief. Happiness.

  She smiled, craned her neck and kissed him.

  He moaned into her mouth.

  His hips rocked against hers and she shuddered with her release, wave after wave of tingling pleasure crashing over her and making her tremble. Amon reared up and howled out his own climax. He collapsed on top of her, panting hard into her neck, their bodies still entwined.

  Closing her eyes, Kat smiled as she stroked lazy circles on his sweat-dampened back.

  Hazy bliss suffused her, making her light and warm. Her smile widened and she sighed as she turned her face and buried it in Amon’s hair. She had never felt so relaxed and happy.

  Amon kissed her shoulder and the world drifted away as she lay entangled in his arms.

  When Kat next opened her eyes, she realised that both of them had fallen asleep. She was cold, shivering without anything covering her besides Amon. He woke when she moved beneath him and mumbled something before rolling off her. She gave him a grateful smile when he dragged the covers over them.

  Amon lay on his back and pulled her close to him. She settled against his side, one knee hooked over his legs and one hand pressing into his chest. Her head rested on his shoulder and she looked up at his profile. Was it over? She felt different. Warmth filled her while she studied his profile, drinking her fill of the sight of him. She’d missed him so much. As pleasant as it was to lie in his arms, she didn’t want to waste time sleeping.

  “Amon?” she whispered.

  “Hmm?” he breathed on a contented exhale.

  “Are you okay?”

  His eyes opened. They were deep brown and warm as they looked at her. He stroked the hair from her face and brushed his fingers across her lower lip, a soft caress that made her breath hitch in her throat.

  “Better than ever,” he said with a wide affectionate smile. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her flush against his side, crushing her slightly. She smiled at this act of possession and the silent message it sent to her heart. Now that he had her again, he wasn’t going to let her out of arm’s reach. She rolled into him, almost laying on her front, and draped herself across his body.

  Resting her chin on his chest, Kat carefully cleared all the strands of his long black hair from his face. He stared at her, right into her eyes, right down into her soul. His smile made her own tug at her lips. In the four years they’d been apart, she’d never felt as happy as she did now.

  “We’re safe?” she said with raised brows, wanting to make sure that he wasn’t about to turn dangerous and she wasn’t going to follow him into the violent darkness.

  He nodded and encircled her with his arms. His hands skimmed up and down her back, stroking her
in a way that calmed her. She relaxed into him, contented to the core and happy to just lie with him and stare at his face. His smile widened.

  “I missed you,” he whispered with a hint of a frown and swept his fingers down her cheek. They came to a halt at her jaw, holding it lightly. She felt every feeling behind those words, every ounce of emotion that she could see in his eyes.

  “I missed you too.” She closed her eyes briefly and leaned into his touch, savouring it and wondering if she was dreaming.

  “We’ll need to leave this city,” Amon said and held her tight. A sense of safety the strength of which she had never experienced before filled Kat. With Amon’s arms around her, nothing could hurt her.

  “Can we go home?” she whispered, suddenly unsure of herself. They had both left his pack’s home the moment she’d run away from him. It was only fitting that now they were back together, they returned to the place where they’d passed so many happy times.

  “Of course we’ll go home,” he said in a low voice, soothing to her ears and her heart. He smiled into her eyes. His were full of the love that she could feel in him. “The pack will be waiting to meet their alpha female.”

  A blush touched her cheeks when she thought about having to be the lead woman in a pack. She hadn’t considered it when she had chosen to mate with Amon. It had been all about him, about them. Nothing else had come into it.

  She had accepted her wolf side so easily when it had been her only chance to save him. It hadn’t been as frightening as she had expected or as difficult. The moment she had realised that she had to embrace her darker side in order to protect the man she loved, she had changed in a heartbeat. It still wasn’t over though. Until she changed fully into her wolf form, she would continue to hold a sliver of fear about what it would be like to become the beast.

  “Will it hurt my first time?” she said, looking into his eyes again and letting him see her fear.

  “Everyone’s first time hurts,” Amon said with a rakish smile. Kat slapped his chest and gave him an unimpressed look. He knew she wasn’t talking about that. His words reminded her that her first time had been with him. He was all she had ever known when it came to love. His look turned serious and thoughtful. “I will be there with you to guide you through the change, Kat, as a mate should.”

  She smiled at that word. Mate. It was more than lovers, and husbands and wives. It was an eternal declaration of their feelings for each other and a bond that made them exclusive. It was a connection that would see them reject the attention of the opposite sex out of a desire to have the attention of their partner. It was forever.

  Forever sounded good.

  She curled up against him with her head resting on his chest. The sound of his steady heartbeat soothed her and she sighed out her happiness. He pressed a kiss to her hair and held her closer. She had faced her fears and she felt as though she was alive again, had been given the chance to undo her past mistakes with the man that she loved. A man who loved her for what she was and could teach her to love herself too, teach her to fully accept her true nature and to embrace the wolf. Now they were safe from the darkness. Now Amon was hers forever.

  Forever with Amon.

  It sounded more than good.

  It sounded like heaven.

  The End

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  About the author

  Felicity Heaton is a great believer in love at first sight and the romantic ideal. Having grown up reading extensively, she developed a deep love of classical literature, ranking Jane Eyre, North & South, and Persuasion amongst her all time favourite reads. The most romantic moment of her life was when her husband got down on bended knee on the steps of Sacré Coeur, Paris, at night in front of several hundred spectators and proposed. She was too drunk on love, and subsequently champagne, to care about the audience. All she could see was the man that she loved. A writer of emotion and life, she always strives to touch a chord of familiarity in her readers and give them characters they can love and a read to remember.

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