First Beginnings by Clare Atling, Steve Armario Page B

down his back and she
reached down to grab his butt, pulling him closer to her, making him rub
against her clit. She was so close she didn’t know if she could hold out much
longer as she writhed against him.
    He kissed his way down her body
before he made his way to the thin patch of blonde hair; but just before he
parted her lips and sunk his tongue deep inside her, he glanced up at his mate.
She looked down at him, lifting her hips as an invitation; he sunk deep inside,
licking and fucking her with his tongue, before he sucked on her tiny knot of
nerves and her hips shot off the bed. Her fingers were wrapped in his hair,
holding him to her as she rubbed against his face; she knew she would be
embarrassed about this later, but right now she could feel the wave building.
When he inserted two fingers into her she screamed out and all she could see
were stars.
    He watched her chest rise and
fall as she tried to catch her breath; he felt his wolf puff up out of pride at
making his mate come. He kissed his way up the crease of her leg, making her
shudder, watching as she sucked her hard, flat stomach in as his tongue circled
her belly button. When her breathing was less rapid, he removed his fingers
from inside her and felt the tight muscles clamp down as if they wanted to stop
his exit. That made Seth smile as he moved on top of his perfect mate, fixing
most of his weight on top of her.
    ‘Open your eyes, baby,’ he said.
‘Look at me.’ When she did, it was his turn to gasp. He saw everything in her
eyes – peace, home, family and love. He was completely and utterly in love with
her and he wanted to make sure she felt that love when he claimed her. As he
settled on his elbows, he felt her tense up and watched as she closed her eyes.
    ‘Sarah, sweetness, what’s wrong?’
She moved her head to the side so she didn’t have to look at him, but he put
both his hands on the side of her head and forced her to look at him. ‘Sarah,
please look at me. If you want to stop, I’ll stop. No pressure. Sure, I think I
might die from blue balls…’ He saw the smile on her lips, ‘but this is all
about you. I’d never force you into a mating. Ever.’ He saw her eyes fill with
tears as she shook her head from side to side.
    ‘No, Seth,’ she replied. ‘I don't
want to stop. It’s just... are you sure I'm what you want? This is forever, no
backing out. Until death do us part, literally? I just want you to be sure.’
    Her eyes told him she was ready,
so he gave her no choice as he pushed her head to the side and tenderly kissed
over her where her neck and shoulder met. He felt his teeth lengthen and heard
her sharp intake of breath as he bit down hard, tasting the sweetness of her
blood as it rushed down his throat. His hip moved forward of their own accord
and he entered her in one, quick motion, thrusting himself into her to the
hilt. She was his, completely and utterly his, forever and ever. He felt the
moment her soul joined with his as he bit deeper, hearing her moaning out his
name. As he felt her clamp around his cock, he pulled his teeth out and licked
over the two puncture wounds that would tell all the pack she belonged to him.
    When he looked into her eyes
again he saw no hesitation and so he continued to pump in and out of her,
revelling in the feel of his mate under him pushing her hips up to meet his
thrusts. He reached down and took her rosy nipple in his mouth and sucked hard,
making her moan loader and clench her pussy muscle tighter around him. Her
fingers were digging in his backside, urging him to take her faster and harder,
and he would never disappoint his mate. He pulled out of her and used his
strength to flip her over on her front, pulling her hips up so he could enter
her from behind in one thrust.
    ‘Mine,’ he snarled.
    ‘Yes, yours, Seth, please...’ she
replied breathlessly. ‘I need you.’ His grip on her hips would leave bruises in
the morning as he pounded into her. Sarah moved herself