Wolf Bound (Fated) By Jenival Writes

Chapter 9

Somehow, Callum managed to remove Amber’s sweater without tearing the fluffy cotton, pulling it over her head along with an equally soft camisole. He hit back a curse when he saw her bra, her hard pink nipples visible through white lace. After he removed the skimpy garment, he took a moment to appreciate the view.

Her flawless skin reflected the rays of the moon – pale, silky, and smooth. Her breasts were full and lush, nipples hard and waiting to be touched. Before the night was over, he intended to leave love bites all over her cr eamy flesh, including one on the fleshy portion of her throat and shoulder for the world to see.

His woman. His mate.

A surge of possessiveness seared through him. The wolf wanted to come inside her and mark her with his scent so that every werewolf she encountered would know she was taken. A good thing, because the man wanted the same thing. He couldn’t wait to feel the clasp of his mate’s p ussy around his co ck, to finally learn just how hot and tight she’d be.

He popped the button to her jeans and grasped the zipper when she stopped him, her voice husky. “Wait”

Everything in him rebelled, the wolf fighting for dominance, wanting to f uck its female until they were gasping for breath, bodies covered in the smell of sex. Only the bitter smell of fear quieted the animal, allowing the nian to take control. He had to be tender with her. Forcing primal emotions aside, he put Amber’s needs first. He didn’t take his fingers from the zipper, but he stopped the downward motion of his hand.

He attempted to calm her, peering into her eyes. “What’s wrong!”

Her irises were even lighter now, the portion of her that responded to his wolf riding the line. He understood her terror then, becoming aware of the source of her anxiety. Along with the fragrance of nervousness was the masky scent of her wolf’s arousal.

She didn’t understand couldn’t understand what she was experiencing.

Lowering his head and brushing his nose against hers, he softened his voice, gentling her with words “You’re hurting, aren’ you? You want me so had you ache with it. But you don’t understand why you need me so much. It’s throwing you aff balance.” She released a shaky sigh and nodded. He said. “What you’re feeling is normal. Don’t be afraid. I told you I’d take care of you, and I meant it. You’re safe with me. I give you my word

“This is wrong” She arched her hips, pressing her mound against his fingers. “I should make you stop.”

Like hell. “How is this wrong?”

Against his better judgment, he lifted his hand and slid his fingers beneath the lacy trim of her panties. He took it slow, watching her expression, making sure she accepted his touch. As he’d known, her p ussy was drenched. He slid the pads of his fingers against the swollen crease, coating them with her cream, gliding up and down her slit

“Do you want me to go down on you, honey? You’re so ready I can practically taste you.” When he slid his fingers free, she cried out. Again, she thrust her hips toward him. I’m going to do everything yon ve dreamed about and then some.”

Since she was nervos, he decided to ditch his clothes to even the score. He pulled his T-shirt over his head. The brisk air hit his skin, cooling sensitized flesh. He considered ardering Amber to lick his chest, to tease hian as she’d done in their dreams, but he didn’t, Right now, he had to keep stoking the fire. She wanted him; she just didn’t know how much.

Not yel

He brought his tono down so their stomachs collided – fair skin clashing with tar, softness cu shioning muscle. Her hesitancy vanished, her small hands drifting up to clutch his arms. He couldn’t prevent the growl that crept up his throat. The moment he’d entered Amber’s dreams, she’d put her mark on him. He was useless to other females, meaning he’d had to take care of his own needs. It had only been a matter of time until they met, it he’d never thought it would be like this. With her sweetness and sofmess in his arms, and trusting him even though she wasn’t aware of the eccentricities involved when mating with a shifter.

“Tun going to start here.” He pulled at her underwear and jeans, intentionally skimming the back of his hand against her skin

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Chapter 9

“And work my way up.”

This time she didn’t protest, aiding him by lifting her pelvis. The delicate curve of her stomach flexed, displaying the tender, inned muscles of her abdomen. After he slid off her shoes and socks, he removed her jeans. She was as lean as he remembered, her shape was like that of a female werewolf, although less muscular than most lithe and strong, trim and curved in all the right places.

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His gaze rested on her sex, his wolf howling in pleasure at the sight of trimmed blonde curls. The lips were swollen and pink. Her flesh glistened in the light coming through the window, her cl it pushing free of its hood

His fangs lengthened, his heart drumming in his chest. He was going to leave his imprint all over her, covering her with his scent, marking her soft skin with his teeth. She was seductive and inviting, waiting for him to make the next move. He paused over her mound, blowing softly against her weeping flesh.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned and clutched the comforter. “Please.”

“I won’t.” His growl filled the room, the wolf eager to claim its mate. He lowered his head, guided by his nose a sweetness of her pu ssy. “I’m going to please you all night long. And this time, you won’t be dreaming.”

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