Black Wolfe's Mate (Paranormal Shifter Romance) by Avelyn McCrae

hardness into her soft body. It inflamed him, and he knew he could delay no longer.
    “Open for me, Angelica,” he commanded. “Open for me and take the man inside you as you have the beast.”
    Her knees parted, offering him the haven he so craved. He would not give her a chance to change her mind, nor think upon it. Reaching down with his fingers, he dragged them through her feminine folds, finding them already slick and swollen with need. He groaned, positioning the thick head of his erection at her entrance.
    He pushed forward, swearing as he did so. Even as prepared for him as she was, her sheath was an impossibly tight fist around his cock, especially at this angle. He pushed forward, again and again, working himself into her inch by exquisite inch until he was fully seated within her. He panted from the effort, taking a moment to allow her to become accustomed to his length and girth, his balls resting against her searing feminine heat.
    Her hands worked their way down his back until they found his ass. She began kneading him, piercing him with her little claws, in an attempt to get him to move. He laughed softly, taking the hint.
    He began to move inside her, slowly at first. Her channel clenched hard and refused to let him go without protest, welcoming him back each time with slick heat and the promise of unparalleled pleasure. As wonderful as it had been to mount her as a beast, this was even better. He could feel every inch of her soft flesh pressed against his skin, her pebbled nipples and swollen breasts rasping against his chest. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her heels digging into his ass, begging for more.
    He pounded into her, penetrating her body ruthlessly, lovingly, until she screamed his name. Then he pushed himself forward and emptied into her as a man.
    He had no barbs in this form, but it didn’t matter. She gripped him so tightly, there was no chance of him slipping out before he was finished.
    He collapsed to the side, breathless and in awe of her. This woman could bring both man and beast to his knees.
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    “Y ou are quite insatiable,” he murmured some time later, as she lay spent and sated draped across his chest. They had spent nearly the entire day in bed, learning each other intimately.
    She mumbled something unintelligible and the vibrations tickled enough that he lifted her up like a pup and brought her face to face with him.
    “I said I am making up for lost time,” she grumbled.
    “What do you mean by that?” he asked, intrigued by the way her skin noticeably pinkened. She tried to burrow back into him, sighing heavily. “I mean, I was a little behind in the sexuality department and now I’m making up for it.”
    He hauled her up to his face again. “How behind?”
    Her blush deepened. “A little.”
    Realization dawned. He gently rolled her to the side and looked down between them to see the virginal blood staining the sheets. The fact that he had already taken her in her lupine form had no effect on her human body. He gripped her shoulders, awed and angry at the same time.
    “Why didn’t you tell me?” he growled.
    Her eyes glowed with haunting innocence, the very thing that had captured his interest the first time he saw her. “You didn’t ask,” she answered simply.
    For the first time in more than six centuries, words failed him. Instead, he did the only thing he could think of to express the overwhelming emotion he felt for his mate: he rolled her over and plunged deep inside her until she screamed out his name again and lost consciousness.

Chapter 10
 
    “W ell?” Antoine asked when Derrick appeared in the private kitchen a week later. Silas was there, as were Christophe and Steffen. Each of them looked up expectantly.
    Antoine, the only one standing, peered over Derrick’s shoulders, making no effort to hide his scowl when he realized Angelica was not with him.
    “She is watching videos with Dieter,” Derrick explained irritably.