Mated

Mated
Maddie

The look of concern on Zach’s face fades into a knowing gaze when he walks into the room. His eyes don’t leave mine as he steps toward me, closing the distance between us.

He reaches for me, brushing his palm lightly against my cheek. We say nothing, just remain locked in our gaze. His scent dominates the room, drowning out the floral of the bathtub with the sweet aroma of chocolate and caramel.

I’ve never had a man—or anyone—command my attention the way he does now. His sapphire eyes swirl with need, searching deep inside me. Ordinarily, I’d turn away at such a dominant presence that asserts such a sense of ownership. But I find myself craving it, knowing that sense of belonging works both ways. We’re equals.

He is mine. I am his.

The air grows thick around us when he puts his lips on mine. It’s just a soft touch at first, not tentative, just gentle and loving. I part my lips the moment he deepens the kiss, craving the feeling I had when we kissed before. I close my eyes, relaxing into the soft hum of our connection reverberating through me.

He pulls back gently, and I open my eyes. “I want to take my time getting to know your body.” His voice is deep and gravelly, and the sound of it awakens a shiver in my core. “Let’s take that bath together.”

Moving his hands from my waist to my neckline, he finds the next button with his fingers. “I’m glad you didn’t undo all these,” he says.

I swallow as he undoes the next button, his large hands brushing against my breasts. He meets my eyes then, but he continues his work, sliding each button out slowly, purposefully. I close my eyes again when he reaches low, below my belly, to undo the last button needed to slip off the dress. He reaches up and pulls it gently off my shoulders, kissing my exposed neck, his breath warm against my skin, his scent quickening my heartbeat, heating the blood that pumps through me.

My dress pools on the floor, and I don’t even step out of it, frozen to the ground as he reaches for my bra clasp, and I gasp lightly.

“Are you all right?” he asks gently.

Words don’t form with my breath caught in my lungs. I nod and smile, and he continues, somehow working it free with a single hand.

“You are a goddess,” he declares, cupping his palms over my naked breasts, caressing them like rare treasures to worship. He lowers his head to wrap his mouth around one of my nipples. I let out a sound, a primal moan that comes from deep inside me. “You taste delicious,” he moans out when he comes up for air, my nipple pink and hard while he runs his tongue over it.

At the same time, he lowers his fingers to trace the elastic of my panties.

He doesn’t remove them until he’s lowered himself before me, and he trails kisses across my skin each time he reveals more of it. My whole body trembles. My legs threaten to give out. On instinct, he reaches his hands up to cup my bottom while his kisses go lower toward my now-exposed folds.

He removes one hand from my bottom, still supporting me with the other while moving his free hand between my legs. I spread them by instinct in response, only as far as possible, enough for him to slide two of his fingers between my thighs and massage my wet folds.

He rises, keeping his fingers there, meeting my eyes as if to witness how much I come apart in his touch.

Very, very much....

“Let’s get you more comfortable,” he says.

He releases the hand that was holding me steady and places it into mine, guiding me over to the bathtub. He easily supports me as though I weigh nothing but a feather while I step in and lower myself into the bathwater. Compared to the heat of my core, the water is only lukewarm now, giving me a chill that forms goosebumps over my flesh.

He reaches up to unbutton his own shirt. A part of me fills with regret that I didn’t also undress him, until I realize that I’m so unfamiliar with men’s clothes—and so lost in the thrill of his touch—that my hands would only fumble uselessly over him.

We have our future together. There will be time to undress him myself when I’m more accustomed to lovemaking.

Goddess... we are really doing this.

While he strips off his clothes, I appreciate the tight definition of his muscles across his chest, his arms, his stomach. That T-shirt I’d admired him in before did little justice to the powerful figure who stands bare before me. He moves with ease and a grace formed from pure strength.

I don’t know if it’s the sound that comes from my lips or the way my eyes must go wide at the sight of his stiff manhood when he lowers his pants, but he addresses me with a calm, reassuring tone.

“We’re mates,” he says, low and deep. “It will fit.”

Goddess....

Heat tears through my core in a spasm.

He motions for me to move forward, and I quickly obey. But before he steps in, he pulls the cord of the drainpipe to allow some water to escape lest it overflow. It’s the last thing on my mind, but this man is ever-considerate of everyone.

The parts of my skin exposed from the drained water catch a chill for a moment, but in the next second, he climbs in with me, and the warmth embraces me again fully.

His stiffness is the first thing I feel after his arms envelop me. It’s so close to my entrance, yet painfully far. I wonder what we’re going to do here, what I should be doing, but he just guides me to relax and float back against him while he reaches for the bar of soap.

Working up a lather, he washes my skin, feels me, every inch, while he does so, paying particular attention to my breasts, which he pinches gently to stiffen them again. When he’s done rinsing my shoulders, he sinks a little lower into the water, pulling me up on top of him with both his arms wrapped around me.

He reaches down and teases my folds with his fingers... from both hands. Another gasp escapes me when he begins to reach inside with one finger while circling my folds with the others. He brushes by a spot that elicits a moan from me while sparks of pleasure ride up through my core.

“Mm,” he hums, circling around to find it again.

He slips in another finger, this one from the other hand, pumping and pushing gently against my walls. I let out a sharp wail against the heavenly stretch, and his manhood stiffens even more against my backside.

“You’re ready,” he moans into my ear. “But not here.”

Seemingly with no effort, he stands and lifts me with him out of the water, stepping out and grabbing the towels off the hooks as we drip back into the bedroom. He sets me down and dries me off, massaging each part of my body, then lifts me up and lays me gently across one of the large beds.

He makes quick work of drying himself off before he crushes his lips to mine, stroking my body with both his hands. The heat comes back to my core quickly, and I reach up and hold his broad shoulders, running my hands over his firm muscles.

He breaks the kiss gently, then moves one of his hands to my thighs, which he parts. I greedily accept the suggestion and spread my legs apart for him. I’m wholly exposed, wholly vulnerable, and there is not one inch of me that does not respond to him, that does not say... yes.

His eyes don’t leave mine as he climbs onto me, his stiff, huge organ teasingly rubbing against my hot, wet folds.

“Are you sure?” he asks softly.

“Yes,” I tell him. I have no other answer. I am ready for him. I need... in fact, I crave our connection. I’m ready to give myself to this man fully, and my wolf howls with pure joy within me. She is ready to be one with her mate.

“I’ll be gentle.”

He parts my folds with his fingers and begins to slide inside me. The stretch is so much stronger than that of his fingers pulling me apart gently in the bath. He pulsates, rocking hard against me, going deeper with each push. For a moment, I don’t think I can take him any deeper, but my body responds, relaxing against his pressure, letting my juices flow in to accept his length.

Then he’s inside me, and we are entirely joined. I don’t doubt myself anymore. The small jolt of pain that hits me when he goes fully inside completely subsides, and now I need the stiff hardness pushing against my walls.

I begin to rock back, pushing into him in his rhythm inside me. Every inch of him is in me. The wolf in me is fully awakened. I rake my fingernails across his back and call out his name, rocking against him, demanding every inch.

His lips meet mine again, and I don’t know where my body ends and his begins.