The smells of the fresh grass, the air and trees called to his wolf. The urge to leave the house and take a run of victory was strong. He forced the need down. Not only had he gotten Clara into his bed before the allotted time, he’d also found his mate.
Nick was sure she was his mate. The women he’d been with before had never inspired the mating bite within him.
Adding a splash of vanilla he gave it a whisk before adding the best chocolate he could find. Carrying hot chocolate, fruit, and cream, he went back upstairs to find her lying back resting.
“You’re back?”
“I was tempted to go for a run, but I thought you might like to come with me.” He climbed into the bathtub, putting the drinks on the floor along with the bowls of fruit and cream.
Once he was comfortable, he grabbed her cup and handed it to her.
“Is this supposed to help?” she asked.
“Nothing medicinal about it. I thought chocolate was the cures for all ills for women.”
Clara chuckled. “Nah, it doesn’t help at all, but the thought is perfect all on its own.”
He watched her sipping at the liquid. Her plump lips were bruised from his kisses.
Reaching down, he grabbed a strawberry and dipped the ripe fruit into the cream. “Open up,” he said, pressing the tip to her lips. Some of the cream dripped onto her breast. Clara bit into the fruit, and he finished it off.
“So juicy.”
He leaned forward licking off the droplet of cream. “I agree, however, I know something else that is juicy.” Nick raised a brow so she knew what he was talking about.
For the next twenty minutes he fed her fruit and cream as they finished off their hot chocolates. The bath water was cold by the time they were finished.
Nick climbed out first, grabbing a towel to wrap around her. Lifting Clara into his arms he carried her through to his bedroom.
“Am I going to my own room?” she asked.
“Not a chance.” He couldn’t resist her any longer. Sinking his fingers into her wet red hair, he tugged her close. “You’re not going anywhere. This is your room from now on.”
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Nick’s possessive attitude turned her on. The way he gripped her hair had Clara melting. She would have sunk to his feet begging for him to take her if he hadn’t taken control. With his free hand, he gripped her waist holding her close.
In one quick move he spun her around so she faced away from him. His hands gripped her stomach, running up and down her body. “Your curves are so f**king addictive.” Down his hands went gripping her thighs then up to cup her br**sts. “I love your tits. You’ve got to know how amazing you are, Clara. Any man would feel special having you in their lives or in their bed. No one is going to know what it’s like being inside you.”
He moved her forward, pushing her to her knees on the bed. Over his bed was a mirror for her to see him. It wasn’t long enough to see everything he was doing. His hands stroked her back, opening her thighs to suit him.
She felt the tip of his c**k stroking through her slit before pausing at her entrance.
“Look at me, Clara,” he said, tugging on her shoulder. She looked at him through the mirror. The moment her eyes were on him, he slammed inside her going far deeper than he had upstairs. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
His eyes were a shade of amber once again, sparkling as they looked at her. The rippling of her body should have unnerved her, but the presence of his alpha wolf only turned her on more.
“Tell me to f**k you, Clara.”
“Fuck me, Nick,” she said.
With his gaze on her he pounded away inside her taking her breath away. Every time she closed her eyes, he slapped her ass forcing her to look at him.
“Don’t close your f**king eyes. I want you to watch me f**k you.”
Biting her lip, she cried out with each slap to her ass.
“Your ass is going to be f**king red if you don’t stop.”
The pleasure was more than she could stand.
“Touch your clit, Clara. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”
Over and over he rammed inside her, hitting her cervix, which took the pleasure into a different dimension of pleasure and pain.
“So f**king tight and perfect.”
She touched her clit, stroking the nub. Each stroke had her gasping.
Nick held onto her shoulders making her look at him even though she was close to coming.
“Keep those eyes on me, baby.”
Where he held her there would be bruises.
“Please, Nick.”
“Come over my c**k and I’ll put an end to both of our agony.”
Whimpering, she fingered her cl*t feeling every jerk and pulse of his c**k within her depths. He stretched her with each pound.
“You better get used to me inside you, baby. I’m not going anywhere. Your pu**y is going to have my name all over it.”
His words set off her cl**ax, not to mention the addictive smell coming off his skin. Before he’d been outlawed, Nick had been an alpha. The alpha within him hadn’t disappeared at all. In fact, it looked like he’d only gotten stronger, more powerful.
Clara exploded on his c**k stroking her nub to completion. She felt the difference inside him. The instant she came his strokes became harder, his c**k pressing against her cervix and determined to go deeper. The pain was intense along with how amazing it felt, so she didn’t know whether to scream or cry with pain.
Nick pounded inside her until with a growl he came. His c**k jerked, pulsing his cum inside her. She dropped to the bed needing her strength. Her shoulders ached from the strength of his arms.
When his orgasm subsided, he picked her back up, pulling his c**k out of her.
“Where are we going?” she asked, wanting to curl up and sleep.
“We’re going for a run.”
She held onto him as he led her outside.
Staring across his grounds, she realized no one would ever be able to see inside his home it was that large.
“Aren’t you afraid of me running off?” she asked.
“Are you going to run off? If you come back I can promise you everything. I can give you sex and anything your heart desires.”
He couldn’t give her everything. There was a reason she read so many romance novels, and it wasn’t because it was what women did. She read them out of yearning. The books were her one way of getting a happy ending. In life she had come to learn it doesn’t always have a happy ending.
“I’ll come back,” she said.
The sex between them was brilliant. She never wanted the lust to end. Clara wondered how long the brilliant sex would last without love. She’d seen many couples within her pack mate, then regret their decisions afterward.