Chapter 35

Sorin drew in a sharp breath as he fully entered her. He held her waist to steady her, adjusting to the snug fit of her body. He was desperate to move, to claim her, but he held still.

“Colette, I’m not sure if my blood is still affecting you. I don’t want you to regret anything we do,” he said, his teeth clenched, his fingers digging into her skin to keep her still.

Colette flashed a seductive grin and pulled against his grip. His shaft slid out partially, her inner muscles clenching around him, drawing another sharp intake of breath from him.

She lowered her hips again and leaned in close, her lips barely brushing his ear. “Your blood wore off a long time ago.”

Her tongue traced his ear before she whispered, “You’re mine, Sorin,” and dug her nail into his chest as she began to ride him with wild abandon.

Sorin had imagined his first time with Colette to be slow and passionate. He pictured himself on top, gently guiding her into a world of carnal pleasure. Instead, she rode him like a wild beast. Her body was drawing him in, her breasts bouncing in his face. Why had he ever thought she was inexperienced?

Before he knew it, he was roaring to completion, his hips thrusting up into her. His head fell back as he was consumed by a pleasure unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

Sorin collapsed back onto the ground, panting from exertion, ready for a brief respite, but Colette had other ideas. She rolled over, pulling him on top of her.

“Colette,” he groaned, ready to finally have their talk, but the new position had his growing length nestled against her wetness, slowly sinking inside once again. He wasn’t sure, with a woman like Colette by his side, if he’d ever want to be outside of her warmth.

Colette wrapped her legs around him and pulled him back into her, and they started up again, rutting in the leaves like animals. This time with Sorin on top. He couldn’t control his movements, each thrust sending Colette deeper into the leaves.

She cried out in ecstasy, each thrust drawing out another higher-pitched moan. She was the most erotic sight he’d ever seen, her dark curls spread out around her head.

Her eyes, heavy-lidded and filled with desire, were intoxicating. He looked down, trying to memorize her in this moment. She was the epitome of feminine sensuality.

He watched as his thrusts quickened, watched as her head fell back and her eyes rolled with pleasure. Her usual blush of embarrassment was replaced by a flush of pure, unadulterated satisfaction, and a long moan escaped her.

Her body clenched around him, drawing and milking at his length. Unable to control himself with her, he erupted again within her, gasping.

He pulled away so Colette couldn’t draw him back in, delaying their very important conversation.

“Colette,” he groaned, watching her slowly sit up.

His seed was already freely flowing between her legs. The sight was almost too much to bear. He wanted to take her and fill her again. Next time, making sure his seed stayed within her.

She brushed a dark lock behind her ear and sat up on her knees. “Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry. I’ve never—”

“Oh god, no,” he managed to say. She did everything right, everything perfectly. “I need to talk to you before we continue, if you want to continue,” he quickly added, making sure she didn’t feel pressured.

“I do,” she purred, getting up onto her hands and knees to crawl forward.

He took a deep breath, pressing his index fingers into the bridge of his nose. God, he couldn’t think with her pink-tipped breasts and her perfect body right there.

“Colette, you shifted,” he began as she kept crawling over. “Please,” he pleaded, holding a hand out to stop her. “Just let us talk and we can continue.”

She nodded, biting her bottom lip suggestively.

“You shifted, but that means we have to figure out some things we haven’t talked about,” he started. “I know the last few weeks haven’t been easy for you, but I want to make every day for the rest of your life…perfect. I want you to move in with me. I need to tell you something about us… We’re supposed to… We’re meant to… We’re…” he rambled nervously, his fists clenching and unclenching anxiously.

This was the moment Colette had been waiting for. He was going to tell her about how they were destined to be together, but…he wasn’t.

He seemed nervous. As if this was harder than continually trying to have sex with her.

~Sex.~ That’s all she could think about since the moment she’d shifted back into her human form. Specifically, sex with Sorin.

She’d already had sex with him twice and couldn’t stop thinking about the feeling of his length entering her, the head of his cock catching on the ridges of her canal, the feeling of his fluid suddenly spurting into her, hot and dripping.

She wanted more, so much more. She wanted to taste him and feel him in every way possible.

Suddenly, she was irritated by him. He wanted her from the beginning. He had claimed her as his back in his cabin, and now after all this time, he didn’t have the nerve to tell her they were mates.

“Sorin,” she said carefully, trying not to show her frustration.

“Yes, my love?”

She ran her tongue over her teeth. “Tell me. Say it. You’ve been trying to.”

Sorin swallowed hard. “You’re mine. You’re my…”

“Mate,” she finished for him, closing the distance between them again. She held his face between her hands but didn’t kiss him.

“You knew that?” he whispered back, their mouths a breath apart. “How long have you known, my love?”

She ran her fingers through his long dark hair and kissed along his jaw. “I think I’ve known we were going to be together for a long time, but I learned the word mate when I met the she-wolves.”

“Is it okay if I…” he began, his fingers threading through her hair with a hint of uncertainty.

“Not about that,” she replied with a nonchalant shrug.

“Is there something you do mind?” he asked, treading lightly.

“Mmm-hmm,” she hummed into his ear.

“And what might that be?”

“I mind that you’re not inside me again,” she said, her voice laced with mischief as she took hold of him.

His body reacted instantly to her touch, and they found themselves once again tangled together, their bodies moving in a primal dance amidst the dirt and leaves. Their shared grunts and gasps echoed through the quiet woods, a testament to their unspoken connection.