Chasing His Bunny by Golden Angel Page B

was
making became even louder, vibrating through her and adding to the
erotic sensations.  When he leaned over again, Bethany reached
up and grabbed him, pulling his upper body down over hers so that
she could nibble on his shoulder... his neck... his
earlobe. 
    She rubbed her face against him,
marking him with her scent, her instincts driving her as her orgasm
flickered just out of reach.  Her gums burned as her canines
lengthened, the thing inside of her rising in joyous freedom,
because Bethany was too lost in her body to control it.
 
    Mate! 
Mine!
    Quick as a snake, she latched onto his
neck and her teeth sank into his flesh, just as her pussy began to
quiver around him in glorious ecstasy.
    ******
    Despite the urgent insistence of his
wolf, Steele had promised himself he would not mate Bethany. 
Not yet.  Not during her first time with him, when she'd made
herself so clear before.  She still needed time to come to
grips with her new circumstances, her brothers’ departure, her
sister's injection of the serum that had changed her and the rest
of her family, and the knowledge that she was his mate.  This
was just the first step.
    That's why he'd decided to stay
standing when he'd brought her into the guest bedroom.  Being
able to look down at her gorgeous, petite, curvy body and see his
cock sliding in and out of her pink pussy, slightly streaked with
the red blood of her virginity - which made both him and his wolf
want to howl in triumph - had just been a bonus.  But then
she'd started playing with her nipples and he'd just had to lean
down for a lick.  They'd skipped foreplay, something which he
would remedy later, but her pretty, pink nipples were so tempting
while she'd pinched and rolled them that he hadn't been able to
help himself.
    When she'd grabbed onto his neck, his
wolf had started to go insane inside of his head, demanding that he
mark her - that distraction was probably the only thing that had
kept him from coming when she'd sucked his earlobe between her lips
and nibbled on it.  His knees had practically buckled when
she'd done that.  And then she'd started scent-marking
him.  Her eyes had stayed blue, but he'd been able to smell
the strange, hybrid animal inside of her as it marked him, rubbing
her musky-sweet scent all over his neck, and he'd known it was
taking over.
    He'd been about to pull back, knowing
that he wouldn't be able to keep his wolf in check much longer,
when she suddenly bit his neck. 
    Mate!  Mark! 
She marked!
    His wolf surged forward - Steele too
shocked to stop him, and his wolf too overjoyed to be
contained.  His teeth were sinking into the same spot on her
neck before he could blink, and then they were both cumming
together... the taste of her blood on his tongue setting off the
most intense orgasm of his life.  It felt like his very soul
was draining out of him and into her... but then like he was being
filled back up, with something even more satisfying... something
more complete.  He'd never realized that something was missing
from himself, but now he knew that Bethany was a part of him and
nothing could ever change that.
    With his mating a resounding success,
his wolf subsided happily, his teeth shrinking back to their normal
size.  He knew the marks on his and Bethany's necks would
already be scarring over rather than healing, the way normal wounds
did.  His wolf shivered in happiness as it noted Bethany's new
scent, which had a heavy dose of his own now interlaced through it,
just as his would now include hers.  The complexity of their
combined scents would signal to all shifters know that they were
mated, like an olfactory warning.  
    He'd expected to feel a little
trapped, even though he thought he'd been handling the appearance
of his mate pretty well since he'd never wanted one.  Despite
his acceptance of the situation, he hadn't expected to feel so good
once it happened.  So content.  So relaxed.  As if
everything was right with the world.