Dire Wolf Mates - Chapter 126: Chapter 126

Once he was back on Pack land, the tension in his shoulders lessened a tad. He felt everyone’s questioning eyes and concerning glances, but he shook them off. There was only one thing that could help him release his stress now. He needed to change shape, to run in his fur.
Without a sound, he let the Wolf take him. The clothes shredded right off his body as his enormous beast burst from his skin. Thor meant to run through the woods, but the soft gasp he heard from the side door had his big, lupine head turning around. Fuck, she saw his uncontrolled change. Worry over whether she would fear him now spiked his heart, but her eyes held nothing of horror as she watched him. Only wonder.
Nica. Mine.
Brave and beautiful, she stood watching him. His mate. A deep, satisfied rumble made its way past his lips as he trotted over to her. She had her hands over her mouth, her big blue eyes eating him up. Her happiness intensified the freshly fallen rain scent that seemed as much a part of her as the fresh bread and sweet summer jam he often associated with her.
“Oh Thor! You are so beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like you. A brindle Dire Wolf, well, I’ll be,” she murmured softly.
His animal preened under her warm praise. The beast liked her eyes on him, hungry and proprietorial. He liked them so much he wanted more. No, Thor demanded more. He needed her hands on him, so he bumped her gently with his head, allowing her sweet laughter to wash over him as he nudged her towards the door, away from prying eyes.
He never thought of himself as a jealous man, but there was something wildly possessive in how he felt about Nica. She closed the door to his bedroom behind them and kneeled on the rug by the recliner he had against the wall. He didn’t know where she found the shirt she’d put on, but he liked her in his clothes.
“Can I touch your fur?” she asked, her eyes glowing with her animal.
To answer her question, Thor got down on his belly and crawled over to her. He knew he was big, and the last thing he wanted was to scare the woman. She squealed happily, reaching out with tentative hands, and running them over his back and neck.
Then he dropped his head in her lap and licked her elbow, making her giggle until she was giving him a good, long petting. She was wearing his shirt, so he didn’t mind dirtying it, and even better, the little minx had nothing underneath it. He discovered that sweet little tidbit after he pushed his head down farther to investigate.
“Hey! Bad Wolf,” she said, swatting his nose.
Thor’s Wolf sneezed. He felt the air surrounding him shimmer as he swapped his Wolf’s brindle fur for his human form. She was so fucking beautiful it hurt to look at her, but he couldn’t turn away. He wouldn’t. Not for anything. Nica was part of him now. Somehow, the curvy goddess had gotten beneath his skin. She was big now, important in a way he never knew possible.
“You swatted my nose, angel. Time for payback,” he growled playfully.
“No fair! You were sniffing my hoo ha!” Nica yelled, but she was also laughing, and her eyes were sparkling with humor and something more.
“Gonna do more than sniff it, angel. I’m gonna lick that delicious little pussy until you’re coming all over my face, begging for my dick. Then I’m gonna fuck you real good, just like you like, until you’re screaming my name,” Thor promised, his voice thick like gravel as he ran his hands up her luscious curves, divesting her of his shirt.
Her eyes grew hooded, the scent of her arousal perfumed the air. Thor could not wait a second longer. He tackled his sweet little mate to the ground like the predator he was, but he made sure she didn’t get bumped or bruised. He wasn’t a total asshole, after all.
“Thor,”: she moaned his name, and he was a goner.
He kissed her until she clung to him in submission, opening her thick thighs and cradling him with her soft body. After a while, after Thor was finished driving them both crazy with only kisses, he slid down her body, ready to feast on her sweet strawberry jam flavored essence.
He knew the old cliché about cats liking cream. But the thing was, Thor was all Wolf. He was the total fucking opposite of a cat. But he also knew one thing for sure, he fucking loved eating her pussy. Loved lapping at her cream. And he would never stop licking at her until he’d downed every last drop, with his woman screaming his name and coming on his face.
Mine.
But it wasn’t enough to lap at her. He needed to feel her come. So Thor fucked her with his tongue, using his nose to grind against her clit. Naughty girl that she was, Nica arched and tried to move against him, but he held her down with one hand on her hip, while keeping the other busy squeezing her sumptuous ass. Her pleasure was his only goal, but he was the one in charge. And from the way she panted and moaned, he knew he got that right.
Fuck, this woman was everything to him. For someone who knew virtually nothing about sex, she was more passionate and responsive than any of his previous experiences. Even thinking of sharing his body with another made him cringe and his Wolf snarl, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it. Those women were in the past. Nica was his present, his future. She was everything.
“Thor, Thor, THOR!” she moaned his name, pulling on his head.
Her orgasm crested, making him feel like a god as she quivered and clenched around his tongue. Nothing was better to Thor than seeing the expression on Nica’s face when she came and knowing he was the reason for it. He wanted to see it at least half a dozen times before the sun came up.
“One,” he growled, and her blue eyes widened as he slid up her heated body.
“It’s already five. You must be tired,” she whispered, confused, but still accepting his mouth when he reached for a kiss.
“Not telling the time, angel. Counting your orgasms. So, how many you want before we go to sleep, angel?” he asked, ignoring her observation.
Thor didn’t wait for her to answer. He was already pushing into her, feeling her walls clench and ripple as she started to come again, almost immediately. Fuck, he loved this woman. It was too soon, but so what? He was a Wolf with the sight, and for the first time in his life, he saw a future for himself. A future that revolved around a woman with curly dark hair, eyes like an October sky, and a heart of gold.
“Mine. Mine. Mine,” he growled in time with his thrusts.
And when she came a third time on his cock, he followed suit. But still, it wasn’t enough. Thor’s cock grew hard again in seconds after he’d finished spewing cum into her womb. This time, instead of rutting her on the floor like a beast, he carried her to the bed. He needed to go slow. Needed her to feel what he felt.
“Damn, Nica. You really changed everything, didn’t you?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re a miracle, you know that. You make me hope,” he murmured, kissing her cheeks, her mouth, her neck.
“How, what do you hope?” she asked.
“You just give me hope, angel. Like there’s a future for me now, here with you,” he confessed, kissing her hard and deep.
Fuck, he was talking too much. He thrust his tongue into her hot cavern, mimicking what his cock was doing to her tight little pussy.
In and out. Slip and slide. Flex and withdraw.
And all he could think every time he had her was more. More. More. MORE. He wanted all of her. Even as he stamped himself all over her, he still wanted everything. The thought of that Crow bastard coming there and demanding Nica as his claim made Thor’s blood boil.
Fuck him.
Thor would not let that happen. Not ever. He needed a plan. A good one. Because if the Council came sniffing around for his mate, there would be trouble and it would be big. The only thing certain was Thor would never give Nica up. Not without a fight.