A Taste for a Mate by Carrie Ann Ryan Page A

Willow was perfect for him. He brushed her clit with his tip.
    “Watch me, Willow. Watch me take you. Feel my cock fill you, then feel my seed as our souls merge.” Too entranced to find words, she merely nodded. He gripped her waist to secure her to the table and entered her to the hilt in one thrust. She screamed, and he froze.
    “Wil? Did I hurt you? Am I too rough? You’re just so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.” Though it ached not to move, he knew she was still tender from her orgasm.
    His mate shook her head before answering. “No. No. It feels so good, Jasper. It’s just been so long, and you’re so big.”
    Jasper chuckled. “Well, we could have worse problems, I guess. Are you ready for me to move?”
    At her nod, he swiftly withdrew before slamming back home. Her breasts jiggled with the force. He did it again and again, each time aiming deeper until she was almost convulsing around him. Her wet heat was so tight around his cock that, when his balls drew up, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He flicked her clit until her eyes glassed over and her body shuddered in release.
    He howled as his seed spilled into her womb and he felt the final mating bond lock into place. Willow’s soul and happiness wrapped around his in a tight and loving embrace. A look of awe crossed her face.
    Thank God he wasn’t the only one feeling this.
    He’d thought he’d known what mating meant, but now he realized he didn’t have a damn clue. It was so much more than saying they were bound. Her very essence flowed within him, her love for him radiating from every poor. Still inside her, he leaned over her, and wrapped his arms around her body, refusing to relinquish the connection.
    “I can feel you,” Willows whispered. Tears fell to down her cheeks, and he kissed her softly on the lips, pouring all his love into that one kiss.
    “I can feel you too. I love you. Willow.”
    Sighing, she kissed him fully back. “I love you too, Jasper.”
    Tears fell to her shoulder, and he knew they must be his. The Beta of the Redwood Pack, the fiercest Pack of them all, was crying about his mate and he didn’t feel at all bad about it.

 
     
    Chapter 9
     
     
    It was time. They gathered in North’s basement, nervous with fear and anticipation. The harsh sterile smell of a medical room attacked his wolf senses, heightening the tension in the room. White walls, bare of personal touches, closed in like prison bars.
    Tonight Melanie was officially becoming part of the Pack. She’d become a werewolf. It would be a brutal process that required near death. Though Jasper had helped in many changes throughout his years, he didn’t know if he could stomach this particular one. Since meeting her, Melanie had become a sister to him. Watching her go through the change might take a part of his soul with her.
    Looking at his mate, his heart clenched. Her chestnut hair was pulled back from her face, enhancing her soft beauty. Willow desired to be changed as well, but would she after witnessing this? That morning he’d woken up wrapped around his warm mate. The feel of her heart beat against his chest in sync with his own made both the wolf and the man want to howl for joy. She and he were tired from their initial mating and then twice more in the middle of the night.
    His wolf brushed the surface of his mind. “ It was about time we mated her. I can feel her soul with ours. Once she is changed I know she will be a beautiful wolf.”
    He could only agree with his wolf. But he fought the very idea. All of the happiness that Jasper had gained from Willow the night before sucked from him like a vacuum. Scared beyond what he liked to admit, he tried to prepare himself for what was to come.
    Muscles aching from their hard and fast gymnastics the night before, Jasper stretched his body before coming to Kade’s side. His brother bent over Melanie, whispering reassurances and words of peace in her ear, though from the looks of it, Melanie was