Dire Wolf Mates - Chapter 38: Chapter 38

“Bed now,” she said, and shoved against his chest.
The blue fire flashing in her eyes had a direct and almost painful effect on Leo’s cock. His member, already swollen in his need, throbbed painfully in the strict confines of his pants. Fuck, he needed her.
Sex was important to Shifters. It was necessary. An outlet, a means of expression, not taken lightly, and yet indulged in sometimes a little too haphazardly, in his opinion. Because of his status, Leo was not one to take women into his bed lightly.
Hell yes, sex was fun, but no youthful experimentation, none of the meaningless unions of his past, nope, not a fucking one could have prepared him for his reaction to having his mate shove him down hard onto the mattress while she stripped for him. Leo almost swallowed his tongue whole.
“Ffuucckk, Sheila,” he growled.
Leo’s eyes bulged as Sheila kicked off her leather boots. She winked at him, wiggling her tight jeans and panties down and over her ample hips, kicking them off after her boots. She stood there in all her naked glory, proud and sexy as sin. Then she unzipped his jeans and ripped them clean off his legs. Leaving him naked and standing up, tall and straight as a fucking May pole.
“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, detective. You better not let me down,” she growled the words, eyes flashing blue fire.
Leo hardly made a sound before she was already jumping on top of him. Fierce, proud, gorgeous woman.
My woman.
“Mine,” he growled the possessive word as he caught her delicious body.
If he thought he had seduced her, he was wrong. Sheila Rand was not one to be manipulated into anyone’s bed. She chose him, here and now, and the feeling was the best kind of high. Only to be superseded by the bliss he was bound to feel when he finally claimed the sassy little Wolf as his own.
Automatically, she wound her arms around him, lips going to his neck for a biting kiss that made him shudder. His hands reached between them, dipping between her slick folds. So fucking hot and wet for him. Perfect.
He was grateful his quick Shifter reflexes allowed him to catch his feisty female before she could land. Hot, naked flesh felt like heaven against his skin. Even better was the wicked smile on her face as she held herself just out of reach before mashing her lips to his.
Leo’s heart hammered in his chest like a herd of wild horses, his gums ached, and fangs threatened to lengthen. He was holding on to his Lion by a thread. The heady scent of her arousal made him salivate as he strummed her clit with his thumb, testing to see if she could take him.
Leo was big, and he would not risk hurting her. Sheila moaned, twirling her tongue with his as he fingered her with two thick digits. Her legs were wide as she sat astride him, her sex tight and wet. She felt so good, squeezing his fingers with every thrust and withdraw.
So sexy, hot, and wet for him. Good girl.
Her hips rocked against him, and Leo’s cock ached to replace his hand. He was completely invested in this, in her. Needed her hotter, wetter. His cock slid up behind her ass and he kneaded one globe with his other hand, while fucking her with his fingers. He fucking loved her response to him. She moaned and moved, letting him know exactly where she wanted it, how hard, and how fast. They devoured each other with their lips.
Fuck.
Desire bubbling over, Leo waited for the first signs of her orgasm to hit. He was ready, and he wanted to feel her squeeze his fingers tight before he swapped them out for his dick. Hell, he wanted it all. Wanted to bathe in her sweet scent. Get her juices all over him. Coat her walls with his cum. Wanted to taste her cream right from the source.
Some stereotypes were true. Cats liked cream, and this pussy sure as fuck did. He was dying to lick her. Wanted to bury his head between her luscious thighs and swallow down every drop.
Later.
Yep, that sounded like a plan to his Lion. He wanted all of that and more of her. Wanted to take his time to enjoy every smooth inch of her soft, smooth, delectable flesh, but his mate had other ideas. Just when she almost came, Sheila backed off his hand, taking hold of his more than ready cock. Leo hissed. Fuck, she was killing him.
She took his hard length, placed him at her slick entrance. She held him there, her wet pussy dripping, kissing the tip of his dick. But she waited, eyes flashing blue fire at Leo. His balls tightened as he held her gaze.
Fuck, she was so sexy, and she held all the cards. Literally, held him by the dick. Her predator’s gaze unblinking, and dammit all to hell, Leo was desperate for her to sink down and swallow him deep inside her heat.
Why the fuck wasn’t she moving?
The Lion clawed at him, but it was obvious she wasn’t ready. Not yet, and fight though his beast did, Leo held himself still. Sheila looked him in the eye, making sure she had his attention before she spoke.
Fuck, she has more than that, he thought.
“No biting, Leo. Promise me. Sex only. Fucking only. No claiming. Or we stop, right now. Agreed?” she asked, her voice husky with need.
He wanted to roar and demand, but fuck, she had him good. Sheila raked one hand down his chest, not hard enough to break skin, but definitely hard enough to rouse his beast.
“Sheila,” he started, unable to do anything while she held his cock in her firm hand.
“Agreed?” she asked again, dropping a fraction of a centimeter onto his pulsating shaft.
Ffuckk. So tight. So hot.
Leo was going to go permanently cross-eyed if the woman didn’t finish, but he wasn’t hard of hearing. He’d already promised himself he would not claim her until she asked. It was going to be hard, but so what? The best things in life did not come easily, and he already had plans to make his mate work for it. Puns intended.
“No biting. I understand, but it will never ever be just fucking. Not with you, mate,”
His growled words ended on a groan as Sheila impaled herself on his cock. Sinking down hard, she swerved her hips and took him even deeper inside of her incomparable heat. Sexy little Wolf, she’d rendered him speechless with her body.
Roarrrr.
Leo’s Lion threatened to burst forth as his mate’s tight pussy sheathed his cock, covering him with her heated, wet flesh. He growled aloud as her molten walls stroked and squeezed his steel length.
“Oh fuck, Leo. You feel so good,” she murmured and rocked her hips.
His little Wolf growled low in her throat as she rocked slowly along his thick length. She wanted control, but Leo couldn’t not move. He simply could not be an impassive party to this poignant culmination. For weeks, he’d dreamed about this. Days, hours, minutes that seemed to stretch into eternity just picturing the moment he finally had Sheila Rand in his arms.
Finally, his waiting was over. The little Wolf wanted no strings, but she had no idea what this meant to him. He had her now, and he wasn’t letting go. Sitting up straighter, he moved with her, thrusting upwards to meet her downward grinds with sharp, precise motions. They marked the time with a rhythm all their own, the steady thudding of the mattress music to his sensitive ears.
Sheila was glorious, a thing of pure beauty. Her tight channel stroked him good and hard. Deep, so deep—he moved within her sex, stroking her like he was born to. Leo had never felt anything like this, had never loved anyone like her.
“Sheila,” he growled her name, holding her head behind her neck and crashed his mouth to hers.
He had to kiss her again. Just couldn’t stop himself from kissing this woman. She was everything he’d ever wanted and never realized. A conundrum of opposing actions and ideas. She didn’t want to be mated, and yet she lay claim to his heart with every swivel and slide of her luscious body. She kissed him like she was born to, but still refused his claim.
Not yet.
That was the key phrase. Her eyes locked onto his, and Leo felt his Lion’s growl answer the call he saw there. If he tried, he’d see the tentative bonds of their mating growing stronger. Those magical ties that bound every fated mate together existed even now. This consummation solidified theirs just a fraction more. She might not want to face it just yet, but they belonged to one another like they never would to anyone else.
Leo was as sure of that as he was the sun would set each night and rise again the next day. Awash in that star’s fiery rays, his Sheila practically glowed in the golden-hued beams that filtered down from the skylight above them. He was mesmerized by her beauty. She was a goddess.
Woman. Warrior. Mate. Fierce Dire Wolf.
Her flame-kissed hair swirled around her shoulders, the deep red color more pronounced against her flawless ivory skin. Sweat beads dotted her forehead and her body was slick with it. Sheila panted and moved with increased vigor, taking him deep, riding him hard, and fuck, if he didn’t hold on tight. Leo’s heart squeezed, ready to explode with the strength of his feelings. The muscle tightened almost painfully inside his chest.
He always used to laugh whenever he’d heard people described as having the heart of a lion. What normal man or woman could know a Lion’s heart? What Shifter, for that matter? But Leo knew. At least, he did now.
He had been unprepared for the powerful wave of emotion that started with that muscle housed inside his chest. Right then, it beat with the strength of his thousand pound beast, filled to overflowing with all the love he had to give this fiercely beautiful woman who rode him so expertly.
Sheila’s mouth opened in a soundless scream. She raised her arms high over her head, rocking her hips in time with his thrusts with all the grace and fire of a Valkyrie charging into battle. Untamed and dazzling, she reached for him and crashed her mouth to his, controlling the kiss, and in turn, the pace of their fucking. Each tug on his tongue seemed to echo all the way down to his cock. It was marvelous, poignant, and so fucking hot he almost came right then.
How did this happen? When did she become the master in this exchange?
He didn’t give a fuck as long as she kept moving. Her sweet, succulent pussy squeezed and sucked his cock, bringing him to heights he’d never imagined. Sheila moaned in her pleasure, and he felt her pulse and ripple around him. Her walls tightened, gripping him like a velvet vise. She rocked her hips harder, faster. Leo grunted with the effort. He was close, so close, but she needed to come first. He still had that much control.
“Faster,” she ground out, her movements becoming more and more erratic and disjointed as her orgasm neared.
“Sheila.”
“Leo,” she panted.
He understood what she needed. He grabbed her waist, nipping her lower lip between his teeth, he held her in place until she opened wide and allowed his tongue entry. If they were going to fall apart together, he wanted his mouth on hers. He wanted every single one of her groans and gasps. They were his, dammit. Leo lifted his sweet mate and dropped her down hard, impaling her on his cock.
Up, down, grind, swerve, harder, faster, again, and again.
“Yes,” she moaned, and this time she nipped his bottom lip between her sharp teeth.
Leo growled. His Lion loved that little bite, wanted her to break the skin, mark him, claim him. He pumped his hips, thrusting upwards and into her faster and harder from underneath her sweet body. Together, they moved, grunted, and rocked. He kneaded the flesh of her plump ass. Loving the way her globes filled his large hands.
Sheila clawed at his shoulders as the pressure built and became almost overwhelming for her. His Lion hissed inside of him, encouraging him to strengthen his mate’s pleasure. He dipped his head, releasing her lips so that she could moan as he licked and sucked on her neck, teasing the spot he would one day mark with his claiming bite. Hopefully sooner than later.
With one hand still on her waist, directing her movements, the other spread her cheeks apart. Sheila growled and tensed as he teased the sensitive, puckered skin surrounding her forbidden hole before finally testing the thing itself. Steadily he continued to increase the speed of his thrusts, swallowing down her moans, one after the other greedily as he slipped one thick digit inside her tight, trembling orifice. Leo had found it. Her breaking point. That edge she needed in order to completely surrender to the pleasure only he could deliver.
“Mine,” he roared the possessive word, and tasted victory in that moment when her orgasm claimed her.
Pride filled him as Sheila threw her head back, howling out loud in her ecstasy. He’d done that. He’d brought her there. That was, of course, his last coherent thought as her pussy clenched around his cock, squeezing him tight while her forbidden hole did the same, tightening around his finger.
She continued to howl her release, her nails scratching at his shoulders, and finally he let his own magnificent climax take him. Leo roared. Loudly. He came long and hard, coating her walls with his seed and marking her with his scent.
“Mine,” he said, despite his fangs.
The words would have to suffice in calming the beast when all he wanted to do was bite down and claim her.