âYeah, but... I know how to fix it. I have a tried and tested method that always works on you.â
Thereâs that sly gleam, and before I can open my mouth to question that response with a âWhat?â he swoops in faster than the speed of light.
He kisses me hard on the lips, locking his mouth to mine, fastening us together passionately.
Iâm too stunned to react at first as his warm, soft lips fit perfectly to the curves and grooves of mine, warming my skin and silencing my upset entirely.
But almost like he hits a button, the fire inside me ignites, and I open my lips a little to let him in.
Colton kisses me softly at first, teasing me with the tip of his tongue, and I respond and find a rhythm in the deliciousness of kissing him again.
So many feelings are brimming to the surface, and sweet pains at knowing his touch like this once more.
We always worked this way, and I let it develop into French kissing, with tongues entwining, lips pressed tight, and our faces connected.
I slide my arms around his neck and pull him as close to me as I canâabsorbed in him with no more mental voice trying to drag me away.
I wanted him, always. I loved him, even when he broke me, and this is what Iâve longed for.
Colton slides one hand over my ass, cups it smoothly, and lifts me to him with that aggression of a horny wolf while his other arm snakes across my upper back and his hand finds the base of my neck.
He holds me tight as he slides it under my hair and cocoons me within his hold. He presses us together so my curves fit his hard angles, and Iâm left feeling small and fragile within his muscular frame.
Iâm wrapped up tight like heâll always protect me from all the dangers in the world. My feet are free of the floor as he lifts me high; I lift them behind me and let him hold me fully.
Nothing will stop it this time as the fire builds between us, and this pulsing need almost winds me with the ferocity with which it consumes me.
Colton subdues my fierce, with his special way of caressing my tongue so my toes curl before pulling out and sucking my bottom lip in such a way it almost makes my panties combust.
My body is throbbing with need and desire, and I turn up the heat on his kiss, nibbling his bottom lip ravenously and reveling in how he matches the desire.
Lust spreads through my loins so that Iâm wrapping myself around him in any way humanly possible.
My fingers in his hair are gripping tight, and I pull my knees up so he slides me around his waist and bounces me higher in his grip.
I tilt his head back to keep kissing me and bring my chin down to stay glued to him as Iâm now higher than he is.
My gentle way turns savage, and this all-consuming ache to be satisfied cries out for him, igniting the passion of my wolf as she gets a little crazy and savage.
We lose the softness of the make-out session and turn almost feral in desire. Grips tighten, and kisses turn from romantic to aggressive, consuming us both as we continue.
Colton runs his fingers through my hair and tugs my head back so he can access my neck with dominance.
He traces his tongue and teeth down my throat before allowing me to pull back down to be rewarded with another taste of him.
This overwhelming energy inside me takes over, and somehow being wrapped up this way is not enough, even though Colton has lifted my feet from the floor and has me suspended in mid-air, straddling him.
I want to explore his naked torso with my tongue, to feel every part of his skin on mine, and we have clothes in the way.
I break free, dropping my legs down again, push his face sideways with my hand on his jaw, and lean down to kiss his neck.
I lick over the pulse in his jugular, tracing from jawline to Adamâs apple as he slowly puts me back on my feet.
His skin is slightly salty yet delicious, with that unique smell and taste that is only his, and it pushes the need higher inside me.
Blood is hitting a boiling point, and I only want to experience his mouth on every inch of my skin.
My body is heating from the inside, and my core is pulsating with a strong need to feel him inside me.
I want to be joined to him in intimate ways that are only meant for us. I want to taste his blood and mark my mate.
As soon as my feet hit the floor, I shove him backward with newfound strength, away from me with a giggle, biting on my bottom lip to curb this insane horniness threatening to consume me.
He hits the bed and topples over with a manly chuckle. Colton smiles, rights himself to a sitting position, and props one hand behind him so he can lean back and watch me.
His eyes devour me, glowing amber with ignited passion, and I can almost feel his heart pounding in time with mine.
âI want you so badly I canât take it,â he utters in a husky tone thatâs almost inaudible, but it fuels me onward.
I climb on top of him and start untying the cord of his dark sweatpants at the waist.
Confident that heâs mine to do what I want with, do as I please, I nestle over him so my hands are between my legs to access him.
Colton sits up so he can use both arms, slides his hands up my throat, and circles around my jaw, burying his fingers in my hair before tugging me down and kissing me until he has me breathless.
He leaves me to pull his sweatpants loose while he focuses on teasing my tongue with his once more. I close my eyes and savor the way he feels.
Nothing matters anymore, all the weeks, the tears, and the fights of the past. All that matters now is how good this feels and how every one of my senses is screaming at me to make him mine.
Once Iâm done untying him, I let my hands roam over his chest and abs, appreciating every solid form of hot, smooth sexiness, up and down, until I slide over those shoulders and feel every inch open wide to me.
Iâm enjoying the fact I get to explore without boundaries and that I have the right to do it, as he has with me.
Heâs a perfect specimen, and just his body alone makes me hot and willing to lie back and have his puppies.
I want him; my inner thighs are throbbing and damp, and Iâm aching for him to put his hands anywhere he pleases, much like Iâm doing.
But I feel like heâs being respectful and cautious about how far he can go. He isnât sure if this leads to sex or just a heavy petting session, and I can feel his hesitation flowing my way.
âAre you going to do this or keep me waiting?â I break from his lips, teasing him, inviting him to take this further, and smile naughtily, so he doesnât misunderstand.
His eyes lock on mine, and he matches my seductive smile.
âOh, baby, youâre not getting out of this room until Iâve done everything Iâve been thinking of doing to you for the past weeks.
âDo you know how badly Iâve wanted this, how many dreams Iâve had about being able to do this to you? I swear youâve been the star of so many pornographic wet dreams,â Colton says.
He doesnât give me a second to answer that as he catches me in another kiss, grabbing hold of me, and flips us over with a quick, expert move, so I end up flat on the bed.
He crawls on top of me and holds himself off my body with strong arms. I guess the hot dreams were not a one-way thing then. Colton better buckle down and hurry up if those are anything like reality.
He doesnât break the kiss he has me caught in, and I seek out the smooth, hard muscle with my palms and feel my way over him.
Colton leans on one elbow to keep himself propped up, and his other hand slides down my thigh until he finds the hem of my nightshirt.
He slides a hot, flat palm under the edge, tracing up the curve of my hip and abdomen before smoothing to my right breast and cupping it firmly.
He squeezes and caresses my nipple through the thin lace of my bra until he has me arching and wriggling under him in a frenzy of âTake me now.â
It feels unlike anything Iâve ever known; his touch sears my skin while caressing me in places no one else has, but it throbs and aches in such a good way I want him all over me in every private place I have.
I never knew a touch could ignite fire and longing with this much intensity, but his does.
Thereâs a mix of apprehension and nerves in the pit of my stomach as we get hotter and heavier, despite wanting it more than air.
Colton lowers his pelvis between my thighs and gently grinds against me, igniting a craving with the goodness of his attention.
I moan and bite his bottom lip, gripping his shoulder as I lift my hips to him and push him to do it harder as the sensation arouses me thoroughly.
I swear, Iâve never been so ready to lose my virginity as I am at this moment.
This dry-humping thing he has going on is enough to push me over the edge, and Iâm almost insane with the craving to get him inside me.
If all of this is anything like the end result, I have no desire to keep waiting. Only the niggles and worries in the back of my mind are stopping me from pulling my clothes off and prompting him to go faster.
Iâve heard it can hurt; there were horror stories from other girls in the home, even those who paired up and marked.
They said the first time is not always a pleasant thing, that it can be sore, dry, and awkward, especially if your mateâs a virgin.
I try to push it out of my head, unable to see how something that feels this insanely good can end up being awful.
Colton is not a virgin. Even I know that, and judging by his kissing skills, he knows something about a femmeâs body and how to pleasure her.
I cling to him, wrapping my legs around his waist, and slide one hand between us to rub over the erection I can feel bulging through his sweatpants.
I try to make him want to push us ahead with more haste and smile when Colton groans under his breath at my contact.
We both hit fever-pitch excitement levels, but he flips over me, surprising me with the sudden departure that makes me go from insanely heated to instantly cold with the loss of his body heat.
âWhat are you doing?â I gasp in alarm, shock, and outrage all simultaneously, blurting it at him and throwing him a confused glare.
âIâm going to end up pounding you into the bed and getting you pregnant the first time if I donât go get something. Trust me, Iâm coming right back. Donât you dare move a muscle.
âThe infirmary has some. Stay right here, exactly like this.â
Colton leans up, takes hold of my knees, and pushes them slightly apart with a wink and a smile of cheekiness before swooping down and kissing me on the lips.
It elicits a giggle from me that heâs both crude and cute at the same time.
As soon as he darts out of the room, I flop back on the bed, exhaling heavily, trying to calm my racing heart and draw in some much-needed air.
He has me all kinds of crazy riled up, pulse all over the place and lungs laboring with his attention.
I lay a hand on my pulsating belly to calm some of this crazy fire burning inside me before I combust and pass out.
I wave my free hand over my face to cool the intense burning flush on my cheeks and forehead. I thank the Fates I had the foresight to shower earlier.
I have an insatiable yearning, and I canât lie still; my energy levels are boosted, and Iâm suddenly antsy.
I sit up and shuffle off the bed to pull my nightdress off, but heâs back in a flash as I get to my feet. He obviously hyper-sped there and back, equally desperate to do this, and startles me with his return.
âHey! Thatâs not how I left you!â He comes up behind me and runs a hand up my abdomen and across my breast to give it another gentle squeeze from behind.
He kisses me in the crook of my neck, under my jaw, igniting tingles and butterflies in my belly all over again.