My Lycan Mate of Suicide Forest

It was hard letting go. Despite the fact that Graeme had done this with her before, she was inexperienced and insecure and…. and his tongue was demanding more and more from her that she was resistant to give.

While he lapped up the nectar she was involuntarily giving, caressing her legs and stomach as he did, she pushed against him, biting her lips, tucking them into her mouth, trying to tame the whimpers that wanted to break free and break her apart as they did.

"Relax, darling," he soothed her before pushing both of her legs up, exposing her more fully. How was she supposed to relax like this?

"Oh, Goddess!" she breathed, lifting her head to watch him and his beautiful dark eyes that met hers as his mouth worked, seeking her pleasure, eating her up like the big bad wolf that he was. He hummed and sent a lightening bolt of sensation through her as he did—one that shot straight through her aiming for the sky.

He kept going, persisting as long as she resisted him. He would make her give in and lose herself to him. She had to let go of these insecurities and give herself over to it.

'Stop thinking. Just feel,' he sent to her, hoping she would hear him. They didn't communicate wordlessly like that, but maybe they could. Or maybe she could feel what he was saying in the absence of the words themselves.

August cleared her mind of the fearful thoughts and gave over to the sensation of his tongue and his hands that were hitting the nerve endings she didn't even know existed within her. Little flickers of light began spreading across the darkness of her eyelids, and soon she was lost in that celestial sea with him, spinning and rolling and bucking toward a release that seemed to exist at the bright center as she climbed higher and higher toward it.

Sounds she didn't even know were possible for her to make were escaping from her lips as he devoured her, pushing her further toward that bright light that beckoned to have her join it and become one—become lost in the open of that sensation it offered.

Finally she reached it, and it shattered as one with her—raining shards of bright crystals all around her in an explosion of light and color.

"Oh Graeme," she panted and shivered. "Oh Goddess," she was trembling, and he came up next to her side, running a hand comfortingly over her hair and shoulder and arm, bringing forth more trembles as he did. She shivered and curled into him, seeking the protective shelter of his warm chest where she could slowly come back to herself and return to normal.

Once the trembles began to cease, he tipped her chin up and gently kissed her, tugging on her lips with his teeth to ignite that fire again, and this time it was quick to obey.

"I want to send you there," she whispered against his lips and turned him over where she could dominate.

"Where?" he croaked as she worked on removing his pants.

"To that bright light. To the center of the universe. It is where you sent me," she explained, and she wrapped her palm around his cock before surrounding it with the heat of her mouth. He deserved it just as much as she did.

Graeme groaned and dropped his back against the bed. Her mouth, her lips, her tongue… the wet warmth of her was taking him in so eagerly. She licked down one side before tracing her tongue up the other. He groaned again, eyebrows threading together as he watched her innocence unfold and bloom into something only he was allowed to see. Only he was offered this part of her. She was his.

'Mine,' the word clawed possessively at his mind, and he squinted against the urgency of it.

The wolf part of him was carnal and inpatient and desperate to devour. August was so sweet and eager and… slow. His hands fisted the sheets on either side of him as he restrained himself, allowing her to take her time with him. It was perfect torture.

He had to focus on something other than the pink plump of her lips and the heat in her cheeks… the intensity of her eyes as her head bobbed over him, taking him deeper each time. Finally, she went down as far as she could, his cock touching the back of her throat and she hummed with him in her mouth. He cried out in the surprise ecstasy of it, eyes shooting open, fists white. How was she able to do that?

As he whimpered, she backed herself off of him, those innocent doe eyes meeting his and wondering if he was okay. He curled up into a sitting position and attacked her mouth, groaning into her with all of the restraint he was holding before flipping her over on her back.

"We can go there together," he breathed against her and sought her mouth again, taking himself in hand and finding that entrance of hers that belonged to him. She was slick and welcoming, ready to accept him and he plunged into her without any hesitancy.

She cried out and gripped his shoulders, her eyes wide and chest heaving. With every thrust, her breasts reacted, bouncing beautifully under him to the point that he had to lower his head and take one in his mouth to suck on. His tongue ran over the nipple before pulling it further into his mouth, eagerly seeking from her like a pup would. She whimpered and grasped his hair, tilting her pelvis up to meet him with each powerful wave he brought to her.

"You're mine," he growled, the possessive wolf in him breaking through as he continued seeking their union and withdrawing, seeking and withdrawing—a tantalizing rhythm that seemed to move with the waves of starlight above them, around them, inside them.

"I am yours," she whined, and those words coupled with that noise from her sent him into a frenzy, as if his wolf was unleashed. He clamped down her neck with his teeth and moved with a flurry of thrusts, pushing moans from her lips as she grasped his back, her nails digging in to secure herself to him.

They climbed to the center of the universe and shattered it, a constellation of their own stars raining around them as they did. Graeme stayed inside of her, allowing their breaths to slow together, his forehead resting against hers as they came down until finally he rolled over on his side and brought her tucked safely into him where he could feel her breaths on his neck.

"Say it again," he said in between soft pants.

"I am yours," she repeated and bit where her mark was on his neck.