âI was going to take this off.â I tug at my shirt to show him and yelp when Colton spins me, almost knocking me over but instead catches me in his arm.
He holds up a pack of condoms and shakes them at me with a mischievous glint in his eye that gets me blushing and looking away in a flash of embarrassment.
He throws them on the bed before kissing me lightly on the lips again. His kiss is addictive, and I could have him do it to me every second of every day.
âAllow me.â He leans in and yanks the hem of my shirt in one fluid movement as my arms come up automatically.
He swipes the nightdress up and over my head and tosses it aside like itâs nothing but a flimsy obstacle.
Then he takes a second to skim my body with his eyes before latching onto my mouth again and kissing me as vehemently as the first reunion, pushing me back into that feverish mode of needing him.
Coltonâs hands are hot and strong. They skim my body, seeking my curves, before sliding behind me as he unclips my bra in a smooth, swift maneuver.
He pulls us apart so he can untangle me from it, exposing and releasing my breasts and throwing the bra aside.
I donât feel any shyness, so invested in my need to be naked with him, and I allow him to take a moment to caress them before he slides his hands down my waist.
The hiatus has allowed some of my nerves to kick in, and I swallow down subtle fear, my body trembling as he slides my lace panties down over my hips slowly, sexily, completely undressing me.
âYouâre beautiful in every way, my perfect girl. I couldnât want you more than I do right now,â Colton whispers huskily, right into my ear when he straightens back up.
He brings us back together, sucking my ear lobe so my knees almost give way with the erotic sensation. His breath fans my cheek and shoulder and ignites goosebumps all over.
âI love you.â I have to say it to him because itâs how I feel as Iâm consumed by every nerve ending exploding deliciously, an undying need for him.
Forgiveness and letting go of the past are all mixed up with desire, passion, and so many emotions that the words tug at my throat, forming a lump, but itâs not sadness.
Itâs complete adoration and incomparable happiness that he will finally be everything I wanted. Everything I need.
Colton pulls back to gently rest his nose against mine, stroking my hair back from my face, and smiles at me in that knee-weakening, full-on dimples way.
Heâs slowing down the tempo and breathing out slowly with me as his touch softens.
âI want to hear that multiple times a day for the rest of my life. I swear Iâm crazy in love with you, and Iâll never let you down again. Youâre my priority. The luna the people need; the luna I need.
âIâll never doubt us or put you second again. I needed to lose you to realize how stupid that was, how fucked up my priorities were.
âYour mate should always come first. You will always come first.â Colton kisses me on the forehead.
Itâs a light grazing tenderness that makes me feel delicate and unique, igniting the butterflies inside me and the softer side that is not consumed by lust.
âUnless you turn into a power-crazed psychopath!â I point out in quiet humor and get a flash of that gorgeous smile for my efforts, even if it was a tongue-in-cheek remark that might upset him.
A lightening of the intense moment.
âIn that case, I give you permission to Taser my ass and keep me shackled to the bed for your pleasure. I would happily live like that for as many years as it took to cure me of my crazy.â
He swoops down, catching my lips while simultaneously scooping me up under the butt and lifting me to him.
I end up straddling him around the waist once more, catching his shoulders with my hands to stop myself from falling backward.
He carries me back to the bed this way, never breaking the kiss, and I wrap my arms around his neck, fully entwining him, never wanting to let go ever again.
So many times, I almost had him, and he slipped through my fingers, but not this time. Heâs my captive, and I will fight tooth and nail to keep him here.
Those weeks of being apart, the heartache and pain from being imprinted on him, yet always turned away, all fall around us to dust like they donât matter anymore.
His touch is a balm that heals so many wounds, pushes so many painful emotions entirely out of me, and the confidence in knowing he will never reject me again gives me new life.
Heâs in control here, and there is no sign of him doing anything except marking me and finalizing the union with sex. Heâs mine, finally.
And nothing is going to come between us or stop us this time around.
Colton gently drops me on the bed and steps back while he strips off his pants and boxers, kicking off his socks and shoes while I pull my socks off and throw them past him.
We are two completely naked people with glowing eyes as our wolves peak and urge us to unite them, too.
We take a silent, almost synchronized second to admire the beauty in each other, in all our glory, both liking what we see.
The way he looks at me, eating me with his eyes and devouring every inch, makes me feel sexy and desirable, and that tingle of need flushes over me once more, dampening the nerves and hesitations.
I reach for him.
Colton takes my hand and climbs on the bed, pushing me back against the pillow, and nestles over me more gently than before.
He strokes my hair back and fully lays his body into mine, all curves and angles matching, and he slides between my thighs to find a comfortable position.
âAre you nervous?â he asks, losing that wildfire in his eyes and toning down to a simmer as he picks up on my underlying anxiety.
He strokes a thumb across my bottom lip as gently as a fluttering butterfly. The calm in him pushes through his crazy hormones, and it does so much to help me simmer.
âA little,â I admit, not liking that this softness quiets the flames of passion and brings the fear to the forefront a little.
I think I would prefer getting lost in the haze instinct and having him just do it when Iâm wound up and crazy for him, even if it hurts that way.
Get it over and done with, so I can then know what the after feels like and experience future times, as itâs meant to get better the more you do it.
My stomach lurches with a bout of nerves, and I swallow down the apprehension.
âIâll try not to hurt you. We can go slow, be gentle. Marking doesnât have to be crazy and aggressive or bouncing around the furniture. Your first time should be special.
âBesides, if I donât calm down, I may only last like five seconds, max.â Coltonâs heart is beating as fast as mine.
Still, as he utters soothing words, I can feel him physically leveling out, his passion and desire simmering because heâs pulling the emotion through instead of the lust, and itâs dampening both of us as we feed on each other.
âI donât think I want to anticipate. Iâm ready to just do it,â I whisper, my innocence showing, and he laughs softly.
He smooths that hand down my cheek, the adoration obvious in how he looks at me.
âYou clearly donât know what foreplay is or, you know, the joy of working up to it.â He grins and kisses me quickly.
I blush at that, and he leans in and kisses me a little more intensely, grinding his erection against my intimate places, skin on skin.
I gasp in ecstasy at the unique pleasure waves it causes to ripple through my stomach and up my legs.
âSee, sex is about more than just getting it in there. Trust me. Iâm not about to make ~our~ first time together uncomfortable because you arenât ready.â
Colton strokes his fingers down my throat, and across my breast and ignites that same pleasure, caressing my skin so it almost burns with his touch.
Those warming, churning feelings between my legs stir up again to fever pitch. They never lay low for long, even when heâs taking a breather.
Just one touch, and he stokes the fire right back up to where it needs to be, and I stop worrying about going slow.
He moves down my body and kisses my throat, then slides down and licks my nipple before teasing it between his teeth.
I arch, bent almost double, lifting my spine off the bed and moaning like crazy with the contact.
Colton doesnât relent. He works down my body, kissing, licking, and caressing, and carefully slides his hand between my thighs.
He waits on my refusal sounds before he gently rubs across my aching core, his fingers trailing between the folds smoothing dampness across from within me.
I almost spasm with the mind-blowing sensation it elicits.
That simple caress down there almost sends me over the edge, and I grab his hair and bury my fingers into the longer length on top to grip him as he moves farther down.
Colton takes it as a sign that I like it and carries on with a second caress, this time circling at the front and almost making me squealâit feels so good.
I close my eyes and give way to the sensation as Colton gently eases my legs apart at the knees for better access and lifts one of them to open me fully to him.
I tense in anticipation, waiting on the piercing pain, and Iâve worked myself up to believe itâll happen as they told me it wouldâsharp agony and dry, uncomfortable, grating thrusting.
But I groan in pleasure when a hot, smooth tongue probes me instead.
I wasnât expecting him to put his mouth down there, and despite the surprise, I almost melt to goo because itâs, honest to God, the best feeling in the world.
âOh, God.â The sensation is nothing like I imagined, not even close, Colton sucking and licking down there. Warm and wet, yet unbelievably good.
Something like that should feel icky, weird, or even unbearably embarrassing, but instead, it makes my toes curl and gasp for more, clutching at him to urge him to do it harder.
The pleasure runs up my limbs, warms my stomach, and the motion of what heâs doing has me writhing about the bed in seconds, making noises like a dying animal.
All I can do is grip onto his hair and try not to implode completely.
Colton doesnât stop what heâs doing, and something firmer, longer, and stiffer gently slides inside me a little way, and I almost experience my first inner explosion.
I think itâs the beginning of an orgasm, but because no one has ever touched me down there, and this is my first sexual experience, I have no idea what it should feel like, so I can only assume.
I start panting and let go of him to grab the bedsheets as I focus on doing nothing but succumbing to how amazing this feels, lifting my hips in time to the way heâs probing me.
If I knew sex was like this, I probably wouldnât have been so subtle with Colton these past weeks. I would have just pushed him up against a wall and groped him.
âGood, huh?â
His smug tone comes at me, but I canât answer, only breathe in short raspy gasps as waves of growing heat and tingles start in my toes and work their way up my limbs and into my pelvis, making me tremble uncontrollably.
He continues to slide what feels like a finger gently in and out of me, only a little way. His tongue is back on the frontal portion as he sucks and licks my clitoris.
I groan heavily in response to his question, pulling my knees up as my body canât stay still from the extreme ecstasy coursing through me.
âOh, God, oh, God. Mark me. I swear if you donât get up and do this, I might eat you.â Itâs a crazy, breathless whine as the need consumes me.
Something big builds up in my stomach with nerve endings that feel like theyâre climbing.
Even though what heâs doing feels divine, and Iâm so close to some weird precipice, I want to feel him instead of his hand.
If that can send me into a spiraling mess of goo, then I want the real thing and to experience what that can do.
Screw foreplay. Mark me already.