Trishelle

Trishelle never knew what torture was until this moment. All the years of teasing and bullying, the whispered insults and sly shoves, paled in comparison to the molten lava coursing through her veins. The Alpha’s touch wasn’t a balm; it was gasoline. Every brush of his fingers, every press of his lips, only fanned the flames, turning the ache into a desperate, all-consuming need. She felt like her brain was melting, dissolving until only one primal thought remained: to have James quench the unbearable thirst. Her hips began to move of their own accord, rubbing against the rough towel around his waist. The friction sent sinful, sharp ripples of pleasure across her body, but it wasn’t enough. It was a cruel tease, a drop of water in a desert.

James

James tried to still the undulating hips beneath him. Her movements were driving him insane, and the constant, snarling commentary from his wolf wasn’t helping. Claim her. Now. Take what is ours. James slammed the mental link shut, barricading his human consciousness from the beast. He raised himself slightly, and he could feel the slick evidence of her desire coating the towel around his waist. He kept one hand on her inner thigh, holding her open, and propped himself up to feast his eyes on the place he longed to bury himself.

His eyes devoured the delicacy before him. Her pussy was clean-shaven, a smooth, unexpected revelation that made his cock throb. It revealed delicate pink lips, glistening with her arousal, with a dusky rose at its center. James leaned in and blew a warm, gentle breath across her opening. Trishelle shivered violently, a fresh wave of her wetness coating his chin. He inhaled deeply, right at the juncture of her thighs. She smelled divine. She smelled like pine trees after a rain, like honey and vanilla, like she was made for him and him alone. He could feel his canines extending, pressing against his lower lip as he fought his wolf for control. As much as he wanted to ravish her, to take her hard and fast, he was sure this was her first time. There was no reason to make it unpleasant for either of them. He would be gentle. For now.

Trishelle

Trishelle wondered why he had stopped. The absence of his touch was a new form of agony. Opening her heavy eyes, she looked down her body. She had no idea how utterly tempting she looked in that moment—face flushed with fever, eyes hooded with lust as she bit her plump lip in impatience. The burning inside her was getting worse, and she squirmed, desperate for the slightest relief.

James looked up, his dark eyes capturing and holding her pleading gaze. Maintaining that intense eye contact, he leaned in and gave one long, slow lick along her slit.

Trishelle shuddered, a loud moan tearing from her throat. The taste of her on his tongue was the final blow. The dam of reason he had been holding onto shattered completely. James slid his hand under her butt, and with a pained groan, he lifted her hips to his mouth and began to eat her out like a starved man. And starved he was. After all the days and nights of dreams and fantasies, he trembled at the realization that they all paled in comparison to the reality before him.

Trishelle writhed, her mind going blank. Strange, guttural sounds she didn’t recognize as her own poured from her lips. She grabbed James’s hair, her fingers tangling in the thick strands, holding on for dear life as he brought her to one climax after another. And as fast as she came, James was there, licking and sucking, devouring every drop she gave him. He kneaded the soft flesh of her ass, his grip tightening, not even aware that he was losing control. It was only Trishelle’s sharp whimpers of pain that broke through the red haze in his mind, making him realize his fingernails had elongated, pricking her skin.

James

He gave her one final, lingering lick, then released her. He moved quickly, covering her body with his own and capturing her mouth in a desperate kiss. "Shh... I’m sorry, it’s okay, my love," he cooed, wiping the tears from her cheeks with his thumb. He hadn’t meant to hurt her.

Trishelle nuzzled her cheek into his palm, soothed by the gentle tone. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him flush against her. The haze in her mind cleared for a moment as she felt his hard, thick member throbbing against her stomach. She could feel his precum leaking onto her skin as he gently rubbed his shaft against her.

"Trishelle," James groaned against her neck, his voice strained. "It may hurt, just for a moment. But I promise, soon it will feel amazing."

Trishelle wasn’t entirely sure what was about to happen, but the husky sincerity in his voice chased away the lingering pain. She simply tightened her embrace, which James took as her agreement. He kissed her once more, a deep, possessive kiss, then nudged her knees apart with his own. He positioned the thick head of his cock against her slick entrance. The feel of her wetness against his tip almost made him explode right then and there. Clenching his jaw against the overwhelming pleasure, he began to push himself in, inch by agonizing inch.

He could feel her tremble, her body going rigid with fear. She tried to pull away, but his hands held her firm, pinning her hips to the bed. There was no way he was letting go of his prize.

Trishelle

Trishelle felt James’s length slide into her so slowly she thought she would go mad. The stretch was intense, a burning pressure that stole her breath. She didn’t know if she could take any more when she felt a sharp, deep pang inside. James had reached her barrier. He stopped, and for a moment, he just looked at her, his eyes filled with an emotion she couldn’t name. Then he leaned down and kissed her, a soft, surprisingly tender kiss. He knew what was to come would hurt, and he wanted to distract her. As she felt her body relax into the kiss, he pushed through with one final, powerful thrust, burying himself deep within her folds.

Trishelle gasped at the sharp, searing pain, her fingers digging into James’s back. Tears welled in her eyes, and she tried to squirm free, but with his full weight pinning her down, it was impossible. He planted soft kisses all over her face—her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks—murmuring soothing words. "Just breathe, my love. Just breathe." Soon, the pain began to fade, dissolving into a different kind of heat, a deep, throbbing pleasure.

Raising up slightly, James looked down at her, at the most beautiful woman he had ever known. He kissed her gently, then began to move, slowly at first, encouraged by her soft moans of pleasure. Soon, Trishelle’s hips were rising to meet his, tentative at first, then with growing confidence. At that moment, he let go.

The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and their shared cries of pleasure filled the small cabin. They lost count of how many times they came, Trishelle’s heat lasting through the night and well into the next day. When evening finally came, the fever waned, and they both fell into an exhausted, tangled sleep.

It was close to midnight when James awoke. Looking down at the sleeping face beside him, he smiled. He couldn’t believe he had her. It was like a dream come true. Brushing a stray strand of hair off her shoulder, he leaned down to plant a kiss on her skin when he noticed them. Marks. Small, dark bruises and faint red lines scattered across her shoulders and back. He pulled the sheet down a little further and saw more of his marks on her hips and thighs. He knew his wolf had been present at some point during their frenzy, and for some reason he couldn’t explain, the sight of her covered in his marks pleased him greatly.

Trishelle mumbled in her sleep and shifted, and James gently tucked the sheet around her once more. He decided to take a shower and see if he could find anything decent to eat. As he made his way downstairs, he opened the mind link to check in with his Beta, Gamma, and the patrollers. All was well around the pack. Steve had managed to get Sammy out of the party, citing a fake security breach at the office. Richard and his Beta had made sure the grounds were cleaned up.

After giving some final instructions, he shut off the link and rummaged through the small kitchen. Thankfully, there were some cans of chicken soup that could be heated on the old stove, along with some crackers, fruit, and bottled water. Deciding Trishelle would be hungry when she woke, James got to work making a light meal for them. When it was ready, he took the tray upstairs to his sleeping ’mate’. Even though he hadn’t experienced the true mating bond, he was sure that he would choose Trishelle as his mate. She just didn’t know it yet.