A Wolf's Fate (A BBW Shapeshifter Romance): The Holiday Ball by Marie Mason Page B

take her there, mark her everywhere, but his wolf demanded that he spend inside her sex, sending their seed into her womb. He settled for making her come. Keeping his fingers in her ass, he stroked his tongue over her pussy, faster. A low cry signaled she was close so he redoubled his efforts. “Let go, baby. Let go.”
    In seconds, she was keening her release.
    He quickly adjusted her hips to accept his penetration. He plunged hard and deep, so deep that Autumn lost her breath. It escaped into the night, a shiver, a sigh. A streak of power that whispered his name.
    Her fingers curled tighter in the tangled covers of the bed, gasping with throaty, pleasured pants. He dropped forward, supporting his weight on his hands. They didn’t touch anywhere except where they were joined as man and woman. His cock reaming her pussy. He watched as he took her. He was so thick her pussy lips clung to him with each erotic slide of flesh against flesh.
    “Okay, baby?” he asked. Her body was struggling to accept him, but damn his black heart, he didn’t know if he could stop. Having her body grip him so tightly was heaven.
    “Yes.”
    Her scream ignited a fierce, carnal lust deep inside him. He’d wanted to take his time with her, show her he could be a man—a wolf—of tenderness.
    Fuck that , his wolf grunted.
    Gunner agreed. He cored into her, twisting his hips with a thrust so deep she had no choice but to submit to both him and the wolf.
    Autumn raised her bottom to meet his strokes, moaning loudly with each hard thrust. He stroked faster, harder until his balls banged her clit.
    Again and again, Autumn felt the animal beneath the man’s skin as all three sought the pleasure they knew could be theirs. He rode her hard. His cock pounding in and out of her pussy, making her cry out with desire.
    “Again,” he commanded, and Autumn shivered at the sensual demand in his voice as he ordered her to come for him. With that one word, he pushed her over the edge. His smell surrounded her, woods and rain and male all wrapped together. He was solid, real. He was hers. As they fucked, they joined together on a primal level that would join them forever.
    “Mine,” Gunner felt the head of his cock press against the mouth of her womb. He needed to possess her, brand her, and make her his and his alone. Her cries were now throaty and raw.
    It was as if she reached for him, drawing him closer, steeping him in need. A need so powerfully shocking, his wolf almost recoiled from it. But Gunner knew what the animal and man needed. They needed her. He speared into her one final time and froze, spurting his seed once again into his receptive mate as they both convulsed. A red haze blinded him as his cock gushed, flooding the only woman he would ever love with his seed. Her pussy clenched in rhythm around him. They remained that way, drowning in sensation, swimming in an orgasm that seemed to last for hours. The man and wolf joined with her.
    The echo of a lusty howl filled the room as they collapsed on the bed. Satisfied and sated. For now.
     
    “Damn,” Gunner cursed as he rummaged through a drawer in his walk-in closet. It was an antique highboy dresser that had been in the family for years. He slid his hand all the way to the back. It wasn’t there.
    “Is everything okay?”
    “Yeah.” He closed the drawer quickly and turned around. Autumn stood in the doorway, watching. She’d refused to dress in his clothing and had somehow managed to piece her dress back together. She appeared as elegant and gorgeous as she had last night before Townsend had swept her up in his arms. The thought of the wolf still made Gunner’s fists clench. “You look beautiful.”
    He walked over and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Why don’t you go on down. I’ll be right behind you.”
    He wanted to say to hell with everything else and chain her to his bed and keep her there. Forever.
    His wolf howled inside him in agreement. Forever.
    Autumn frowned but