Hunter's Heart (Alpha Pack #4)(81)

"You like that, my pretty slut?"

"Yes," she whimpered. "I need you."

"What do you need me to do?"

"Eat me, please!"

With pleasure. He licked her mound, swirling his tongue until she was writhing. Twice he had to remind her to keep her hands still, and that seemed to excite her even more. Then he plunged his tongue between her folds, f**king her for a while, getting her nice and slick. He loved her taste, and pretty soon he'd relish her blood when he claimed her again.

He suckled her clit, not letting up until she was begging, hips bucking. He knew she wanted to reach down and pull at him, but he wouldn't let her. His control heightened the eroticism. Finally, he moved up and crouched between her legs.

Lifting her thighs, he draped her legs over his shoulders. Her ass was in the air, her sex spread and glistening. Waiting for him to master.

Mine!

Neither he nor his wolf could wait another second. Lining up his cock, he plunged into her moist, hot depths. She screamed, a sound of pure ecstasy. She loved this, craved more, and he gave it.

Cupping her ass in his hands, he pounded into her tight channel, spearing home again and again. Their joining was raw. Primal. Filled with lust and need, and the air around them reeked of pheromones and sex. It was real.

His climax built, and he felt the tingle at his spine. The tightening of his balls trying to climb into his body as it prepared for release. And then he exploded, shooting inside her again and again, the force and sheer pleasure of it almost turning him inside out. This surpassed every time before. He'd never come so hard in his life.

Lowering her to the bed, he f**ked her toward release. His fangs descended and he nosed into the curve of her neck and shoulder. And struck, her blood like honey on his tongue.

Her orgasm shattered and she cried out, writhing on his rod and squeezing out more of his juices as he rode the aftershocks. At last they came down together, and he withdrew his fangs, licking the wounds closed. Then he wrapped her in his arms, her head on his chest.

"That was perfect," he murmured, kissing her head. "I love you, my wife. My mate."

"And I love you." She nuzzled his chest, snuggled close. "I'm so glad we found each other."

"Me, too. I think it was fate."

"Same here. I never dreamed I'd meet the love of my life while studying wolves. Not to mention that he would be a wolf." He heard the smile in her voice.

"Not long ago, you weren't so thrilled about that."

"I was scared," she said simply. "Now I'm nothing but happy and in love with my mate."

"I'm glad you feel that way, baby. Because you're stuck with me from now on."

"That's the best news I've ever heard."

Drowsy, they drifted off to the sounds of the party still in swing outside, blissed-out and at peace. Daria had completed him, had tamed his restless, lonely spirit-not to mention the real spirits that had once plagued him. He didn't have to run anymore. She loved him, and was home with him, with the Pack, for good.

A man couldn't ask for more.

. . .

Miles away, the white wolf sat on her haunches and howled out her grief. Her pain. She hadn't gotten what she'd come for, her plans delayed time and again.

But soon. The day was coming when she would find peace.

That would be the day Nick Westfall paid for his sins.

In his own blood.