Dire Wolf Mates - Chapter 112: Chapter 112

The entire world had changed, or maybe it was just Gwen.
She raced through the Blue Valley forest with her new eyes keenly taking stock of the land. Her mate was hot on her heels, but this new body was fast and strong. She vaulted over a creek, landing in a pile of freshly fallen autumn leaves with a happy bark.
She’d gone from alone to mated to the most handsome man she had ever seen, with a beast of a Wolf inside her in less than a week, but if you asked her if she had any regrets. Gwendolyn would have to say no. It was only the truth.
For what seemed like hours, she and Weylin ran and walked through the forest together. When her fur started to tingle and her muscles twitched, she turned scared eyes to her mate, whose own emerald gaze was calm and knowing.
It’s okay. You just have to change back, he said, speaking through their matebond.
She had learned so much that night. Things she had never dreamed of back in her Sunday school classes, or even in college in Manhattan. The world was a lot bigger than she knew, but instead of feeling scared and lost, Gwen felt good. IN fact, she felt better about it than ever before.
There were infinitesimal mysteries out there, but she belonged right here. With Weylin, with the Pack, with her Pop for however long she had him, and that was all she really needed.
How do I change back?
Just picture your human self, Gwen. Hold on to that image in your mind’s eye and let the magic wash over you.
I can’t! I, but before panic set in, Weylin was there in his skin, on his knees before her.
“It’s okay, baby. Just picture her. You got this. I’m here,” he murmured encouragingly, and Gwendolyn allowed her trust in him to fill her.
Lord, it was amazing having someone believe in her besides her grandfather. The way Weylin looked at her, a mixture of pride, love, and possession, warmed her to her marrow. Heated her insides, made her body tingle with anticipation.
She did as he said, held onto the image of her in her human skin. Just Gwendolyn. With him. Her mate. Her bones began to snap, muscle tearing, reknitting itself into her other shape. It took a few minutes, and she knew it wasn’t pretty, but he stayed right where he was.
Good mate, that new inner voice, her she-Wolf, growled in a huskier version of Gwendolyn’s voice.
Yes, she had to agree. He was good, and he was her mate. Earnest green eyes glittered down at her, hands hovering but not touching, as Weylin waited for every last tingle and ache to fade from her shivering skin. But Gwen wasn’t as patient as him.
The second she could move on her own, she was reaching for him, crawling into his lap as she placed a thousand kisses on his skin and sighed against him. Love like she never even knew was possible filled her to the brim.
“Was this how you felt all along? Was it just like this?” she asked, eyes wide with wonder as she cupped his face and kissed him with everything she had.
“Yes, and no. I’m not as brave as you, fierce, bold, sassy thing that you are, my Gwendolyn. I was afraid to even think the word I can hear from you. Fuck, it’s filling my head, and it is so damn beautiful,” he whispered, holding her face and kissing her hard. “Love you so much, Gwen. Love you, my mate. My fated for me and only me, mate,” he growled.
“I love you, too, Weylin. So damn much I can’t breathe without saying it. It’s like nothing I ever felt,” she whispered in awe of this wonderful man who’d given her so many incredible gifts.
“I will spend the rest of my life making sure you never feel even a moment’s regret,” he growled.
“Let’s start now,” she said, moving her hips against him, loving the way his body reacted so readily to hers.
Weylin’s eyes glittered with his Wolf, and she felt hers rear up to meet him through her stare. Oh, she loved his beast, loved the man, too, and was desperate to show him. Gwendolyn was still new to the physical side of loving, but it was fun with him. He made it all seem easy as breathing.
“That’s it, baby. Take me. Take all of me,” he growled and positioned her over his ready cock.
Her head fell back, hair a hopeless tangle, but Gwendolyn was beyond caring as he filled her with his hardened length. The man really was a god, she mused as he lifted her and pulled her down again, filling her to the hilt until they were both panting, desperate with the need to come.
He was turning her into lava from the inside out. Creating wildfires with every touch and brush of his skin against hers. Gwendolyn gasped, digging her fingers into his wide shoulders and arching her back. Weylin roared a little then, flipping them over so that she was flat on the bed of moss he’d somehow found for them.
She mewled, needing him to move again, but he sat there, buried deep and staring at her, running his hands over her body from her neck, over her breasts and soft belly, to strum that tiny nubbin peeking through her curls. Gwen hissed, and he growled his reply, flexing his hips and sliding that deliciously long cock in and out, all the while flicking his thumb over her nubbin.
Pleasure danced along her skin, anticipation of what was to come, mainly her, sizzled up her spine. Yes, yes, yes. She loved what he was doing. Every sound of his body sliding out of hers. Every welcoming slap of skin against skin as he pushed back in. Each breath, grunt, groan, whimper, and sigh. She loved all of it. All of him.
“More, please,” she begged, and her mate did not make her beg again.
Though, to be honest, Gwendolyn would not have minded. His dick was heavy and hard, wet with her pleasure as he pumped, pumped, pumped, bringing them higher and higher until she thought she would burst with it. She loved the feral expression on his face, the fierce glint in his eye as he grabbed her hip with one hand, stroking her clit faster with the other.
“Come for me, mate. Now,” Weylin growled, more Wolf than man.
Gwen was already there. But with his command, her body broke apart. Flying into the sun, that was what it felt like. Her orgasm shot through her with all the heat and power of that enormous star, creating a gravity field all of its own, pulling Gwendolyn and Weylin right into orbit.
Weylin’s body spasmed jerkily as he rode out his orgasm with her, dragging hers out in the process until she was too weak to move. He slumped over her, careful not to crush her with his tremendous size, though she would have welcomed his weight. Instead, he curled on his side and pulled her back, cuddling her close.
“Mine,” he murmured, still trying to catch his breath as he kissed her shoulder and her neck, sniffing deeply where they met.
“So, do I smell weird now?” she asked, only now processing some of her newfound powers, which included one hell of a sniffer.
“Not weird. Good. You always smell good, Gwen. Like strawberries. But now you smell like me, too,” Weylin told her.
She could hear the smile in his voice as he said, and something animalistic inside her approved of his possessive snarl. Gwen smiled contentedly, realizing she was a tad bit psycho, er, proprietorial herself. Her eyes grew heavy, and her breathing slowed as she found peace beside her mate. The steady beat of his heart soothed her nerves, and she dozed off in no time.
“Come on, baby. Let’s get you home,” he said, after what seemed like minutes.
Gwendolyn sat up, realizing she was off the ground already and in Weylin’s strong arms. The evening had turned to full on night sometime after she had closed her eyes, and she yawned, glancing up at the full moon smiling down on them.
“Mm. I am pretty heavy, you know. You sure you got me, mate?” she asked, rubbing his shoulders and kissing his neck.
“I got you, Gwendolyn. Always,” Weylin growled, slapping a kiss across her lips and carrying her home.
Home. That sounded nice to her ears, and she smiled, knowing Weylin was her real home. The Fates had brought them together, and Gwendolyn had never felt so whole before. It was going to be some adjustment from what she was then and what she was now, but with Weylin, and the Pack, she was confident it would be okay.
“What’s going on in that head of yours, love?” she asked Weylin, noting the Cheshire cat grin that seemed stuck on his face.
“I was just thinking, you know you have to marry me now, right?”
“What?”
“Yep. You were saving yourself for marriage, and you gave yourself to me, so you gotta marry me! Ha! We’re gonna beat Derrick and Lucy to the altar,” he said, seeming to find that amusing.
“What are you saying? Who says I’d even have you?” Gwen teased.
“What?”
“You didn’t even propose, Weylin. Now who’s to say some handsome man might not come along and get down on his knees and ask to marry me tomorrow?”
She looked over her shoulder at him, crossing the room as she opened the bathroom door. Poor man had his eyes glued to her ass, but they shot up when he realized what she said. Too bad she was already headed for the shower.
“What? Gwen? GWEN! Open that door, Gwendolyn,” he growled, pounding on the thing.
She turned on the water and started humming over Weylin’s shenanigans. Of course, she was going to marry him. But when she said, not the other way around.
Silly man, thinking he held the strings.
The shower curtain flew back, and Weylin stood there, chest heaving, eyes glittering, and finger raised at eye level.
“Gwendolyn Hoffer, you are my mate and I absolutely forbid you marrying anyone but me!”
“Is that so?” she asked, brows arched as he growled at her. “Then might I suggest you get down on your knees, mate?” she growled, bottom lip between her teeth, as he finally understood what she was suggesting.
“Yes, ma’am,” he growled and slid to the floor, large hands wrapped around her thighs.
Weylin’s green eyes danced with delight as he lifted one, slinging it over his shoulder, and kissed her right on her needy little sex.
“Mine,” he snarled, and Gwendolyn gripped his hair, nodding her head.
Yes, she was his. And tonight, she planned to claim him right back.