Dire Wolf Mates - Chapter 110: Chapter 110

He almost fell getting out of the SUV, her smile was blinding and the hardness in his jeans was making it difficult to think. But the second he did manage to exit the vehicle, Weylin snarled.
The scent of urine and feces, filth and degradation surrounded them. He wanted to claim Gwendolyn as his own, but not there. Not in that awful place. He got back in the car and started the thing.
“What are you doing?” she asked, confused.
“Need you somewhere safe. Gwen. Need to take you to my den,” he growled, more Wolf than man.
She nodded, but he could scent the shame coming from her. Fuck. He was being a dick, and that was the last thing he wanted. He stopped the car at a red light, grabbed her hand, and kissed her palm.
“I’m sorry I know that place—” she started.
“Don’t you dare apologize. Brave, hardworking, loyal, humble woman. You steal my breath with your strength.”
“I thought maybe you were ashamed,” she whispered, and he heard her gasp, the soft sound breaking his heart.
“Ashamed of you? Never. My beast won’t let me claim you inside that place. Monster that he is, my Wolf wants me to burn it to the fucking ground. You’re so good, Gwen. So worthy, love, can’t you see? My animal would have me rope the moon for you if you said so,” he murmured, wiping her tears.
She laughed then and kissed his palm, and fuck, it was like lightning striking through his body. Already he felt his bond to her growing. Amazing, since they’d only ever kissed.
Oh, but she was magic, this sassy, curvy human with her warm eyes, and curly hair. Pure magic, and it thrilled him to the marrow that she was saying yes. That she trusted him with her most precious gift—herself.
He drove back in the direction of the bar, past the Pack house, to where he’d built a small cottage for himself. It was just five rooms—bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, living room, and a small closed-in porch—but he had plans to increase that should he ever find himself in need of more space.
“This is perfect,” she said, and he heard the smile in her voice before he turned to see it.
“Wait there.”
The almost full moon was low in the sky as he ran around the car to open the door. She grinned shyly as he scooped her up in his arms, loving the weight of her. Slight thing she was and always concerned about her size. Weylin shook his head. She was perfect for him, and he was going to spend every day loving on her until she believed him. Even then, he had no plans to ever stop.
Gwendolyn laced her arms around his neck, resting her cheek against his. Fuck, his breath caught in his throat as her strawberry scent grew sweet with her arousal. The woman had him hotter than a firecracker, and he was bound to go off any second if she didn’t stop pressing those sweet little kisses to his throat.
Don’t ever stop.
He walked straight through to the bedroom, dropping her gently on the coverlet atop the king-sized mattress. Gwen squeaked, and he cursed himself for being an oaf.
“Sorry,” he murmured, nerves causing him to freeze in place.
Where had all his prowess gone? Fuck. he was no green pup, and yet one look at his gorgeous, and virginal, mate sitting on his bed had Weylin at a complete fucking loss as to where to start.
“Come here,” she murmured, using the crux of her finger to lure him closer.
How was she so cool? So calm? She was the virgin here. Not him. And yet.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, cupping his cheeks, and Weylin loosed a soft growl as she pressed her mouth to his.
Virgin or not, there was no question who was in charge here, he thought, moaning as she slid her fingers beneath the hem of his shirt. Gwendolyn sat on the bed, legs splayed while he kneeled on the floor in front of her.
Fuck, she was tiny. Sweet, petite, and so damn hot. His growl was almost constant now as she lifted his shirt, with him helping to remove the confounded thing from his too hot skin. Goosebumps broke out across his sin as she ran her nails up and down his abdomen, chest, and shoulders.
“Gwen, my Gwen,” he whispered, licking intently at her lips, chin, and neck.
He cupped her breast territorially, claiming the soft flesh as his, swallowing her moan when she pressed against him. Thunder roared between his ears, and he pressed his covered cock against the apex of her thighs. Fuck, he couldn’t get close enough. He was on fire for her. Body aching, pulse racing, heart hammering, when he opened his eyes from this last kiss to see Gwen’s own molten chocolate gaze boring into his, he knew she was more than ready.
“Mine,” he growled, gripping her shirt and waiting for her brisk nod to proceed.
He undressed her slowly, like the gift she was. Kissing every inch of flesh revealed, Weylin memorized every freckle and beauty mark, every touch that brought with it a whimper or sigh. He tried to go slow, really, he tried, but Gwendolyn was more passionate than he could have ever dreamed she would be.
“You drive me wild, baby,” he murmured, leaning over her on top of the mattress.
Their kissing and heavy petting had raised the temperature in the cabin, so hot it might as well have been a sauna. Not that he minded. The woman conjured fires inside him to the depths of his soul, and he was more than willing to follow her into the flames.
“Oh, Weylin,” she moaned his name, sending shivers through his body at the hushed sound.
She was magic, this woman. Pure, unadulterated magic, and every cell in his body was attuned to her pleasure.
Weylin captured her nipple between his lips, kissing and sucking the bud until it hardened for him. Strawberries and cream, he thought with a growl as he licked a trail from one breast to the other, coveting her, worshipping her like the goddess she was.
His cock thumped against his briefs, hard as steel and begging for release, but he couldn’t go to her like this. Like some rutting animal, even if it was half true. She was virginal and untried, and the last thing he wanted was to scare her or, gods forbid, hurt her in any way. But like everything else about her, Gwendolyn was surprisingly forward in her carnal desires.
She clutched at his shoulders when he slid down her body, kissing her breasts, belly and thighs as he did. He loved how soft she was, how smooth her skin felt. The short crop of curls that topped her sex were dark and silky, he parted her slick folds with his fingers, keeping her gaze on his as he placed a kiss on her nether lips.
“You can’t—oh, yes, you can,” she moaned as he kissed and suckled on her womanly flesh, nibbling her pink bits until she writhed mindlessly beneath his ministrations.
He sounded positively feral as he ate her sweet pussy. His growl built and built, reverberating in the bedroom as he licked and sucked, adding one than two fingers as he worked and stretched her, readying her for his possession.
Gwendolyn cried out, pulling his hair as her first orgasm took over. He moved quickly then, sliding up her heated body, positioning himself at her entrance, and pressing home as she came harder with the first flex of his steely cock into her core.
“Weylin!” she cried out, and he snarled and held still.
Fuck. She was tight. Tight. Hot. And his.
“Mine,” he growled, heated stare capturing hers, holding it as he started to move.
“Yours,” she replied, nodding even as she welcomed him with a desperate whimper.
Fuck. She was new to this. He had to remember that. It was easy once his animal understood, and he coveted her so. Beautiful, brave, strong woman. Slick, sexy, wet heat surrounded him, and Weylin lost himself in loving her.
My woman. My mate. My everything.
Rearing up on his knees. He pulled her body with him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Weylin crashed his mouth to hers, lifting her up and down on his cock until she was gasping with another, stronger climax.
“Weylin!” She gasped, eyes wide with shock and awe as he took her even higher.
Now! The time was now. His beast demanded it. He had to claim his fated mate right then and there. She wanted commitment, well what he was giving her was more than even she might have bargained for.
“Gwendolyn, I claim you here now, mine, mate,” he growled, his body moving urgently now.
“Yes. Oh, yes!”
And that was all the permission he needed. Weylin slammed Gwen down on his cock, lifted her hair off her shoulder, and sunk his teeth into her flesh, marking her with his bite and claiming her as his own for now and all time.
“Mine!” he roared as seed spurted from his cock, coating her walls, and filling her with his scent.
Weylin cradled Gwen in his arms, cuddling her closely as they both tried to catch their breaths. Thirty years she’d held onto her virginity, only to give it away to a, well, make that to her, Wolf man.
Did she have any regrets? None. Weylin was everything she could have ever wanted in a lover and more. So much more.
“Are you alright?” he asked, his growly voice kindling something in her belly.
She turned to face him, loving the way he could not seem to stop touching her. He was really so handsome, she mused, tracing a line from his thick, silky red locks, down to his copper eyebrows and lashes, past his straight nose, and stubborn chin. Smiling, she leaned into him, kissing his lips, loving the way he seemed so ready with a kiss just for her.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, and for a moment, she wondered what he meant.
“I feel good, actually, not sore like the books said,” she replied, then realized he was looking at her shoulder.
Oh yeah. He bit her.
“Why did you bite me?” she asked, as she looked down at the already healed puncture wounds his teeth made.
“Sorry I didn’t tell you first, baby,” he murmured, kissing her booboo, and then pressing his forehead to hers. “It is part of the claiming ritual. I thought I could wait till, well, that is to say, until the next time we, er⁠—”
“Made love? Had sex? Did the dirty? Boinked? Fucked like bunnies?”
“Gwen!” he said, shocked. He was laughing as he tickled her mercilessly for her description of what they did. Truth was, it went beyond words for her. Even as she landed on top of him, heat began to stir in her nether regions, and she opened her legs just to feel his rigid length against her core.
“Gwen, I want you so badly,” he murmured, but for some dang reason, he was holding back.
“Want you too, please,” she moaned, finding him with her hands.
“Don’t wanna hurt you, baby,” he confessed.
So that was why? Well, she might not know a lot about this, but she wanted to know more, With him. Maybe Gwen was just lucky or something because there was no pain, only pleasure. She placed his head at her entrance, thrilling at the size and hardness of him as she slid down, taking him deep, so deep inside.
“What do you want? Anything, anything at all, I will give it to you,” Weylin growled, fingers digging into her hips.
“I only want the truth from you.”
“You have it, Gwen. I swear.”
“Good. And you have me, always,” she replied, then she started moving.