Three days. Three days of watching her sleep, fearing she'd never wake. Now Serena's lips crashed into his, and the hunger he'd been restraining roared to life.
Her boldness surprised him, and he couldn't help but grin.
Mating her, marking her... it should've sated him. Instead, it only sharpened his hunger. In fact, it made it worse.
He'd been wanting to make love to her again but the morning after she was marked, her body was sore so he didn't push it. Then they were attacked and she fell unconscious.
The three days had been absolute torture.
Their kiss deepened. His tongue slid into her mouth and a pained noise escaped his throat at the sensation and taste of her.
He needed more.
His kiss traveled down her neck, and he pulled her back against his chest, kissing her ear.
The bathwater was still steaming hot and his arms were wrapped around her.
His hands moved over her wet skin with deliberate possession. One splayed across her stomach, holding her in place. The other slid between her legs.
His fingers found her heat and began rubbing—slow, steady, maddening. Circling. Pressing. Never letting up.
Her breath hitched. Her hips shifted, but his arm locked tighter around her waist, pinning her against him.
"Let go for me." His breath was hot against her neck. "I need it."
Water sloshed around them as she writhed, but he followed every movement, fingers never breaking their pattern.
"Dex..." she gasped, head falling back on his shoulder. Her body seized, back arching as an orgasm tore through her.
"Fuck," he rasped. Her orgasm hit him through their matebond and the urge to fuck her was overwhelming.
He picked her up, turning her all the way around so she was straddling him.
His lips moved down her neck to her mark and he sucked it.
She inhaled sharply, the intensity bordering on painful pleasure.
He slid a finger inside of her and began to move it up and down hard and fast while his thumb rubbed her clit. She immediately stiffened, not having expected that and shocked by his boldness and the sensation.
When she did that, something primal took over him, and he smacked her ass.
She gasped, immediately tightening while her hips moved forward in response to the smack. He kept his hand on her hip and pushed her forward and back on his finger again and again. To his satisfaction, her body started moving, riding his finger in rhythm on its own.
His boldness shocked her again. His dominance turned her on more than she realized it would.
Dex smelled her scent spiking with unmistakable arousal, her body responding to him completely.
"Yes. Just like that," he groaned, his cock throbbing painfully.
She lost control at that, and started cumming, tightening around him while she writhed. The sensation on his finger shattered his last thread of control.
He couldn't wait anymore.
He pulled his finger out of her, and immediately pressed his cock against her entrance, finally pushing inside.
She winced, tightening.
"Why are you so tight," he groaned, barely halfway.
He tried to let her adjust.
That lasted for less than one second, before he pushed the rest of the way in. Restraint be damned.
She gasped. Pain flared through their matebond.
"Hold on to me, baby," Dex said, using every ounce of restraint to go slow and let her adjust. She wrapped her arms around his neck, body tense.
He tried. He lasted two thrusts. Then he failed.
Unable to hold back. His hands went on her hips, and moved her up and down on his dick while he thrusted into her from underneath.
A noise escaped his throat, immediately he pumped seed from his pulsing cock.
"Dex..." she gasped. Her body relaxed around him just as her inner muscles seized in violent spasms.
"That's it, baby. Cum on my cock. You're mine." He kept moving into her rapidly.
He smacked her ass again, causing her body to surge forward in response. Then his mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking and biting while his thumb circled her clit.
She moaned, hips riding him, body moving on its own responding to his touch.
The stimulation pushed her somewhere beyond thought.
Her climax hit like a shockwave, her entire body convulsing around him. He followed immediately, groaning as he pumped more cum deep inside her.
"Don't stop. Milk every drop from me," he coaxed, while she rode him on her own.
Time blurred. His body moved on pure instinct, claiming her again and again until thought dissolved into sensation.
On the seventh time (seven, his wolf preened with primal satisfaction) something shifted.
Dex was in shock at how good she felt. How his body kept going on instinct, when most wolves maybe do this twice in one setting. Not seven times in a row in the same position.
Was this heaven? How did he get this lucky?
Her climax started to rise again. His wolf surged forward with feral urgency.
No. Wolves don't mark twice. It was unheard of. But the instinct clawed through him, primal and undeniable, and his fangs found the mark on her neck before reason could intervene.
He bit down. Hard.
She moaned in ecstasy, her body convulsing on top of him.
Dex groaned, not letting go. He felt her orgasm through their matebond and began releasing himself into her.
He held her for two minutes while they both came.
Again it was the most intense pleasure he had felt in his life.
Was it possible this was more pleasurable than the first time? He didn't know. Couldn't think. Could barely breathe.
When he let go, she fell forward onto him.
Dex pulled out of her carefully and she winced. Then her eyes fluttered closed. Too still.
Panic spiked through him. "Serena?"
Her mark pulsed with an eerie white light, and dread coiled in his gut.
What the fuck had he just done?