First Beginnings by Clare Atling, Steve Armario Page A

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shame we have to go over the plans with Logan, as I was hoping we could go home
and fu...’ She was swept off her feet and thrown over his shoulder before she
could finish her sentence.
    ‘Fuck Logan,’ he said. ‘I’ll show
you round tomorrow. We’re going home. NOW!’ He growled out loud, making her
laugh. He strode out of the door and down the street, almost tripping when she
squeezed his butt in her hands. When he caught scent of her arousal, he started
to run towards their home. He could feel his wolf prowling the surface. Mate.
Want mate. Now .
    When they arrived at Seth’s
house, they saw Logan sitting on the porch swing, waiting to go over the plans.
    ‘Logan, change of plans,’ Seth
growled. ‘We’re going to have to reschedule the meeting for tomorrow.’ He
didn’t even stop, but walked straight through the door. Sarah lifted her head
and saw Logan laughing at the scene before him, making his way back down the
front steps.
    ‘Hi, Logan. Bye Logan,’ she
shouted whilst laughing.
    Inside, Seth placed her on her
feet and steadied her as all the blood came rushing back round her body.
    ‘Sarah, my mate, you are so
beautiful. I have waited for you for two hundred and twenty years. Tonight I
will mark you as mine, and never again will you ever feel lonely or unsafe. You
are mine, but this time I'm going to make love to you on our bed.’ He walked
her backwards towards the stairs. She turned and sprinted up, knowing he would
follow her.
    He caught her just as she got to
their room and spun her around, kissing her with everything he had. However, he
knew he had to calm the fire in his blood or else he might run the risk of
hurting her, and he would never hurt his mate just because he couldn’t control
himself. But he had waited several lifetimes for her.
    He kissed her on the side of her
cheek and down her neck, hearing her moan as he kissed down across her
collarbone. His hands moved from her back to the bottom of her T-shirt, which
he yanked up. He helped her take it off and, whilst she reached behind herself
to undo her bra, he worked on getting her out of her jeans.
    ‘Seth, take off your T-shirt,’
she breathed. ‘I want to feel my skin against yours.’ She looked at him as he
pulled his top over his head. ‘God, Seth, never did I ever think I would be having
sex with someone who looked like you.’ She immediately put her hand over mouth,
realising what she had said. He looked down at himself, wondering if she didn’t
like what she saw, but the scent of her arousal made him smile, knowing it was
just the opposite. He stalked towards her as he undid his jeans, making her
walk backwards towards the bed.
    ‘Clothes off now, Sarah. I'm
going to take you so many ways you won’t be walking for a week,’ he smirked.
‘And, for your information, we are not having sex.’
    ‘We’re not?’ she said with a
raised eyebrow.
    ‘No, we are not. From now on, we
make love, as that’s how I feel about you. I love you. Sex would imply I only
care for you.’ She reached the bed and she fell back, completely naked,
watching him come toward her.
    ‘Seth, please make love to me.
Show me how much you love me. Please…’ She opened her arms as he came down hard
on her lips. He kissed her, making it hard for her to breathe, but she didn’t
care. She only cared that they were finally going to mate and make love. Seth’s
hands came down to take her breasts in his hands, breaking the kiss to look
down at her body. She was beautiful and she was naked and sprawled across his
bed. He was in heaven.
    ‘I want to taste all of you,’ he
said as he took her hard nipple in his mouth. He hissed in pain as her hands
threaded tightly through his hair, pulling him closer.
    ‘Yes, Seth. God, yes,’ she moaned
as his other hand tweaked her other nipple until he moved across to take it in
his mouth. All the time, he rubbed his cock against her moist slit and she
could feel the come leaking from him. Her hands moved