Dire Wolf Mates - Chapter 90: Chapter 90

Tracey was no virgin, but the way Phoenix was staring at her brought a rosy blush to her skin deeper than any other time she’d ever been naked in front of a man.
Maybe it was because he was so very handsome. Or maybe it was because they were technically in public, though this section seemed to be completely deserted.
Nah. It’s because of him.
She felt the truth of that sentiment down to her toes. Phoenix loomed over her for a moment, tearing his clothes off in a whirl of movement that any other time would have made her head spin. But she was too caught up in the acres of tight, bronzed skin and the rippling muscles revealed to her.
Holy moly.
Her sexy Dire Wolf mate was incredible. And yes, he was hers. Had said so himself. She wasn’t sure when she’d stopped believing in magic. Sometime when she was too young to have had such doubts.
Between fat camps and her parents’ social engagements, Tracey had lost that naïve trust in all things fantastical every child should have. But she had it back now. In spades. He had done that.
Phoenix had restored her faith in magic. That same magic filled the very air she breathed. She felt it dance along her nerve endings, especially when she was kissing Phoenix.
Oh my.
The man sure could kiss. Her sex throbbed with need as he teased her senses with his expert caresses and multi-talented lips and tongue. Those torturously slow touches continued until she was mindless, aching, and desperate, all but begging him to give her what she needed. And all she needed was him.
“Good, mate. Want you to burn for me,” he growled into her ear, sending her spiraling into ecstasy with the slightest of touches.
Mate. The word had sounded foreign to her ears when he’d first whispered it to her. Now she felt its rightness. It was like her mind, heart, body, and soul knew the meaning and wholeheartedly accepted it, accepted him.
Yes. She wanted him to claim her. To make her his in every way. Hell, she was impatient, flexing her hips in a silent plea for him to tend her where she wanted him most. But the big, frustrating, but oh-so-sexy man would not be rushed.
His mouth closed over one throbbing breast, teeth tugging on her tight nipple, and Tracey moaned aloud. Moisture dripped down her thighs, her sex readying itself for his invasion. She could feel the hot, hard, and heavy press of his magnificently thick and long cock on her thigh.
Fuck. So good.
She could hardly wait to have him deep inside her. Knew without a doubt he would not leave her wanting. Phoenix would take care of her needs. Every single one of them.
Still, he was being damned obstinate about it. She panted as he moved to her other breast, sucking her nipple while his blunt fingers edged closer and closer to her aching pussy. Phoenix seemed satisfied to take his time, but Tracey was dying.
“Please,” she whimpered as one thick digit traced her nether lips, only to pull away before he really touched her.
Her hands wound in his thick, blond locks, and she tried pushing him down her body, but he was immovable. Looking down, she was a smile teasing the corner of his lips.
Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be.
Tracey growled a little like a Wolf herself, then pushed his shoulders, making him lift up so that she could reach between them. Once she held her prize, his eyes flashed to hers. The golden-aquamarine gaze of his beast glittered as she pumped his iron-hard shaft with her fist, tracing the pearl of precum that dripped from his slit.
“Tracey,” he grunted.
“What?”
“Fuck, baby, you gotta stop that.”
“Why?”
“Because I won’t last a minute. Need you.”
“Good. Then take me already, Wolf. Make me yours,” she commanded.
With a deep, guttural growl, Phoenix pulled his hips out of her reach and slid down her body, draping her legs over his shoulders. Her sex quivered in anticipation. She’d never been good at this, but with Phoenix, she felt like a fucking goddess.
“Need to taste you,” he grunted and without pause, closed his hot, wet mouth over her pussy in a searing kiss that tore a scream from her throat.
“Fuck, beautiful, you’re delicious,” he growled and drove his tongue into her again.
Licking her from her clit to her asshole and back again, Phoenix left no inch of her unexplored. A primal growl seemed to rise from his chest as he continued to devour her slick flesh.
She was completely undone. Her body wound tight, she grabbed his hair, holding on for dear life. Her man was pure magic, and he was eating her like she was ambrosia. Heat pulsed through her, and she felt the stirrings of something amazing about to happen.
Close. So close.
Finally, he pushed her over the edge, and Tracey came, gushing like an uncontrollable tide. Fierce, hot pleasure shot through her body, wave after wave of inexpressible feeling as her body flew into bliss. She was conscious of him, his beautiful mouth still lapping at her heat, but she was too raw to come down yet. She still needed.
As if he knew it—like he could read her mind—Phoenix reared up. His masculine growl filled the air as he spread her legs wide, baring her for his steady stare, his eyes filled with need and possession.
“S’beautiful, mate. Gonna make you come for me again. Want that? Want me to make this pussy mine?”
“Yes. Oh yes,” she pleaded.
Phoenix palmed his thick cock, placing the mushroomed tip at her slick entrance. His long fingers grabbed her hips, and his gaze never left hers as he pushed himself inside.
One. Inch. At. A. Time.
And he did slowly—so damned slow—Tracey thought she would die before he filled her. Finally, his hips were flush against hers, and he stayed there for a beat, maybe two. Then the bastard withdrew.
“No!” She screamed, scratching at his shoulders.
“Easy, mate. I got what you need,” he growled and lowered his hips again.
Over and over he drove into her, each time his cock stroked her inner walls just right, taking her to the brink of pleasure, but pulling out before she hit that pinnacle.
Fucking Wolf was a beast. Her tits bounced as he pumped harder, faster, and she envied him his teeth and claws. She wanted to claim him, to mark him sure as she wanted him to bite her flesh and declare her his to the whole damned world.
She’d never felt this wild drive to be possessed, but she wanted it now. Needed it.
“Phoenix,” she moaned his name.
The fucker laughed. The deep, masculine sound was thick with his Wolf. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and she was already plotting her revenge. Tracey was sure she could treat him to the same delicious torment.
Oh, the pleasure she would get in circling his broad-headed cock with her tongue. Licking the drop of precum she knew would seep from his slit. She would fondle his heavy balls, tease the sensitive skin there, while she lapped along the rim with the flat of her tongue.
Oh yeah.
She could do that. She would do that. Right after he made her come again.
“So hot. So sexy. Mine,” he growled, and doubled his efforts.
Thrust, flex, withdraw, and repeat.
Fuck, Tracey couldn’t think anymore. Both she and Phoenix were writhing against each other. His invasion deeper, heavier, faster, and harder as he pounded into her so damn good.
“So tight, love. You’re squeezing me so good,” he growled.
She wanted to speak, to say something about the magnificent stretching oh so good burn his cock was treating her to, but she was incapable at the moment. She needed more of that delicious friction, wanted more of him. Deeper, faster, harder. And just like that, he was moving again. No more playing. Phoenix’s palms held her down gently by her wide hips and she retaliated by wrapping her legs tight around his waist.
In an out, in a dance old as time, he pumped, and she swiveled. Together, they moved in time until Tracey could hardly breathe. Just when she thought she couldn’t go any higher, he pushed her to another level. She tasted the salt on his skin as she kissed everywhere she could reach.
Their moans and the sounds of skin slapping against skin filled her ears, drowning out even the ocean. And why shouldn’t it? This was bigger, deeper, and more eternal than any sea.
Phoenix Tala was laying claim to her, and she, Tracey Donner, would be alone no more.
“Tracey,” he growled, pumping his hips harder and deeper.
“Tracey.”
He called her name again.
“Tracey!”
Once more and she was spiraling.
“Tracey. Mate,” he snarled.
This time his mouth, full of fangs, flashed in her peripheral vision and her core heated, tightening around him, until she thought she’d burst into flames. Then, pain exploded in her shoulder, interrupting the burning pleasure pulsing in her very blood. The hurt lasted only a moment before her pleasure increased tenfold.
“Phoenix!” Tracey screamed his name, scratching at his shoulders.
Red hot flames consumed her, and she thought she saw them encircling their bodies, Phoenix’s shocked gaze met hers as he released her flesh, roaring loudly as his movements turned jerky. She felt the force of his orgasm slamming into her. Warm hot jets of his cum filled her, sending another climax spurring through Tracey’s body.
Eons later…or maybe just minutes…
Her body hummed with pleasure. Her heart was swollen with emotion. Shock at the beauty of the lights that still floated in the air, some kind of magical afterglow from their mating.
“Mate,” Tracey sighed the word as she snuggled into the warm embrace of her mate and lover.
“You’re magic, beautiful,” he whispered.
Phoenix’s big body curled around hers on the blanket he’d laid out for them, protecting them from the coarse sand. After he’d emptied himself inside of her, he’d pulled her on him, till she was practically using him as a mattress. A position she had no quarrel with.
Maybe a lifetime ago it would have bothered her, but she felt no shame or embarrassment. Tracey was all curves and thickness, but her mate seemed to love it. He could not stop touching her.
Now that he’d claimed her, she wondered if his desire would lessen. But she knew in an instant, their passion would only grow. It was like Tracey could see and hear inside his very heart.
“It’s the matebond,” he whispered, kissing her head and cupping her ass with his hand.
“Can we read each other’s minds?” she wondered aloud.
“Not really, but maybe in time. It’s more like we can feel each other’s emotions.”
Tracey breathed deep, and as incredible as it seemed, she dug within herself, amazed at the pulsing bond she felt between them.
“You love me,” she said aloud in shock at the force of feeling that flowed into her from him.
“I love you,” he replied, and she felt joy emanating from his admission.
Holy cow. Phoenix Tala loved her. He would protect her, would be her safe haven. And even more amazing, he liked her, too. She grinned and kissed his chest as happiness seemed to flow from him to her. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt. So pure and light, warm too.
Like magic. Like fate.
“It is fate. You are my destiny, Tracey, and I am yours.”
The rightness of that sentiment poured through her along with all the feeling and thoughts he had in his mind. It was like a river of information, and Tracey wept at the beauty of it. She knew his heart, and it was time she trusted hers as well.
“I love you too,” she confessed, leaning up to kiss his lips.
“Good. Come here,” he growled and pressed his mouth to hers.
Heat pooled between her legs and Tracey moaned as he cupped her sex with his callused fingers.
“My turn,” he growled.