Wolf Girl (Wolf Girl, #1)(63)

“Condom?” My breaths were coming out in short gasps as he fiddled with the nightstand beside his bed. I needed to be closer to him, to come together as one. He tore the condom wrapper off with his teeth and then put it on, the entire time keeping his blue eyes locked on mine.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

I’d never been more sure about anything. From the day I’d first met him, I just had a feeling he would be special to me, something I didn’t even want to admit to myself at the time.

“Absolutely.”

With that, he peeled off my underwear, kissing up my thigh as he came back up, giving one lick right between my legs that nearly sent me over the edge.

He growled in satisfaction and I grasped the bedsheets as a pulsing heat throbbed between my legs. Then he was inside of me.

I cried out as pleasure filtered throughout my body with each rock of his hips. Heat, pressure, and pure fucking pleasure danced across my skin in equal measure. His lips landed on my neck, kissing as his fingers went between us, massaging my most sensitive spot.

“Is this okay?” Sawyer whispered in my ear.

“Don’t stop,” I managed to gasp. Everything about this was okay. The time I had sex with Isaac, it wasn’t like this. Nothing I’d ever had was like this.

A dull vibration started to rattle my chest as Sawyer moved his fingers faster, pumped his hips harder. I threw my head back onto the bed and he kissed my neck before dragging his tongue along my collarbone.

Oh dear God, I was going to explode.

‘I love you,’ he breathed.

‘I love you too,’ I moaned, and then my head jerked back as I realized we’d just spoken in each other’s mind.

His eyes were wide in shock as the dull vibration grew stronger, until I felt his emotions bleed into me, filling me almost as if I were tapping into my wolf’s emotions.

“Do you feel that?” he asked.

I nodded, gasping as he continued rocking over me. “What is it?”

He grasped one side of my face with his free hand and rested his forehead on mine as feelings of pure adoration rocked through me.

He adored me. He adored everything about me. My goofy shirts, my laugh, my love for photography.

“We’re imprinting,” he huffed, as an orgasm rocked my body.

“We’re wh—?” I didn’t have time to ask what that was or what it meant, because waves of bliss crashed into me as I raked my nails down his back, crying out. A bright white light emanated from my chest and then from his, meeting in the air between us and becoming a ball of blinding light.

Images flashed into my mind. They were of me … but from Sawyer’s point of view. Me running out of the hall at Delphi, howling at the sky as my wolf tried to break free. Me taking pictures across campus and Sawyer watching while talking to his friends. Images of the first time I shifted and how he’d helped my wolf. Feelings of arousal, possession, love, fear, all rocked through me as I tried to make sense of what was happening.

Sawyer shuddered over me, groaning in pleasure as our bodies tightened around each other, muscles clenching as our pleasure reached a crescendo. Pulses of pleasure and magic mixed together as we both panted, and the light became so bright I had to close my eyes. Then it flared brightly and was gone as quickly as it had come.

I popped my eyes open. Sawyer climbed off of me and lay next to me, breathless.

I tried to catch my own breath, looking up at the ceiling and trying to figure out what to say.

“What the fuck was that?” I finally asked, and then busted out laughing. He started to laugh as well, and pretty soon we were both full-on snort giggling.

Once the reality hit, that we’d just… imprinted … my laughter died in my throat and I propped up on an elbow. “Sawyer, what’s imprinting? What was that light?”

I remembered it from the first time we’d kissed. I thought it had to do with my split shifting and what the book said about being able to feed on my powers … but maybe not.

He rolled over and sighed, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. “Did your parents ever tell you about true mates? Not just the mates we choose and marry, but the ones destined by fate?”

My mouth went dry as I shook my head.

“Demi, from the day I saw you at Delphi, I knew you were my true mate.”

My heart hammered in my throat.

Were true mates like soulmates?

“I felt it too. I mean, I didn’t know what it was but…” I let that sentence linger. “What is imprinting? That white light?”

He looked at me plainly, hard to read. “I don’t really know. I mean, I’ve heard of it as a special bond between … Paladin wolves. It’s a magic thing between true mates.”

Oh fuck.

I wasn’t calm enough to hide my response; my eyes widened and I chewed my lip as I fought for words. But Sawyer just looked … acceptingly … at me. “It’s okay, Demi. I know.”

I frowned. “You … know … what?”

Please don’t say that I’m a Paladin.

“That you’re part Paladin.”

Shit. I sat upright and covered my breasts. “What? I mean. That’s a big problem … right?” He stood at the end of the bed and tossed me a shirt, then walked into the bathroom and emerged a few moments later in basketball shorts.