She whimpered as the pleasure took her by surprise.
He’d brought her to orgasm less than half an hour ago, and already she was begging for a second. Daniel showed no signs of slowing down. His own orgasm of thirty minutes ago hadn’t stopped him from getting hard once again.
“I’m going to f**k you hard and have you screaming my name.” He spoke the words as a promise more than anything else.
“Please,” she said, begging him. Daniel pinched her cl*t with his nails, and the pain was instant as was her arousal. She’d never felt something so amazing before in her life as the jolt of pain enhancing the pleasure he was creating with his fingers.
“You feel that?”
“Yes, don’t stop please.”
One of his hands left her leg, and the next second she felt his c**k at her entrance. He eased the first inch within her as he pinched and tapped her clit.
“You’re so f**king tight,” he said, growling the words against her lips. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, biting on the flesh. Each little jolt of pain heightened her pleasure. “I can smell you, Dawn. You’re so aroused, and you can feel the pain.”
“Yes, it feels so good. Please, don’t stop, Sir.” She didn’t mind begging so long as he never stopped what he was doing. Dawn didn’t want this kind of pleasure to end.
He slammed within her and continued to pinch her clit. She closed her eyes, relishing each new sensation as he f**ked and loved her body hard. She gripped his arms, wanting everything he had to offer.
Mates, lovers, marriage.
She was going to have it all with him. No more fear or worry when it came to her future and knowing that excited her. She thrust up to meet him, f**king his c**k as he pounded inside her. He released her cl*t to grip her hips. There was nowhere else for her to go. She rode him as hard as he rode her.
The connection between their wolves opened up, and Dawn felt him. It was the strangest experience in her life but she felt Daniel, his wolf, his feelings.
“I’ve got you, baby. Do you feel that? Our wolves crave each other the same way we do. This is what was supposed to happen.”
“Yes,” she said, responding to his words. Their wolves were destined for each other. She felt it deep in her soul. Daniel wasn’t only her mate, her Master, and the man she loved, he was her soul mate, the one born to match her in all things.
When their orgasms came, it was explosive. She wrapped her body around him, holding him tightly as their bodies pulsed together, awakened by their new connection for each other.
His cum filled her as she washed his c**k with her own. Their minds mingled together, coming almost as one.
“What’s happening?” she asked, feeling so much more from being with him.
“We’re mating and bonding, baby. This is what it means to be a true alpha couple.”
She’d found the one, and no matter what it took, Dawn was never going to let him go.
Chapter Nine
Daniel watched as Dawn blew across her coffee. They were going out for a run shortly, but she’d tried to swallow down the hot liquid he gave her. She’d screamed in pain and now was having to blow before sipping the steaming coffee. Their bond was helping to secure the feelings that had gotten lost during her transition.
“What did your mom do to you during your first transition?” he asked. He was sitting on the table beside her, resting his feet on the chair as he stared. “I know you don’t want to remember those kinds of memories, but I think it will do you good.”
She took another hesitant sip of her drink. “This is strange for me,” she said. “I’ve never had to be overly cautious before. I like it.”
He waited knowing it was taking her some time to compose herself.
“Dad was busy handling a pack dispute over some woman or something. I don’t know exactly what, but he wasn’t around. Mom made some excuse, and I was taken into the woods where our pack is close. All packs are near some areas that allow us to run freely.”
The newly opened connection between them allowed him to sense the pain within her, the emotional pain she kept locked up when it came to her parent. “What happened?”
“Before the transition happened she ordered everyone to stay clear of the woods because I was going to be there. We were alone, and she chained me to a tree using thick silver chains. The pain was unlike anything I can remember. There were times I thought she hated me, and in that moment, I knew she did. She despised me because I posed a threat to her. I don’t know how or even why I posed a threat, but she made sure I knew how much she hated me.” She pushed some hair that had fallen off her face.
Anger spread throughout him imagining a young, terrified girl as she was going through her first transition.
“She kept me there, watching as my bones broke. There was no help or comfort. She watched, taunting me and my wolf, breaking me down. I don’t know why she was so determined to make my wolf terrified of her.”
“Did your mother win her role within the pack, or was it natural?” he asked.
“She fought to be the strongest female, and she trains daily to make sure no one can defeat her.”
He rubbed his temples. “In rare cases a young wolf born to an alpha male and a strong female can inherit alpha traits that mean when she’s fully transitioned, her wolf will fight to take her place as head alpha female or could even be voted to take the place as alpha female. In some packs, the alpha pair doesn’t have to be mated.”
“You think my mom was scared of this and so she scared my wolf to submission?”
“You’re a natural submissive, but your wolf is strong. I’ve felt her even though she’s been squashed for some time. I think your mother was determined to break your spirit from the start. It would be humiliating for her if her daughter had a natural higher rank within the pack.” He wanted to hurt this woman, break her down and hurt her just like she’d hurt his woman.
“I wasn’t allowed food or water. She beat me with chains as I transitioned. Each time my wolf appeared she’d beat me. It was like a constant punishment. If I didn’t turn, she beat me, and once my wolf came out, she beat it. I didn’t know what to do.”
When he met this woman it was going to take all of his strength not to kill her.
“Around day four of the transition my father was getting nervous. I sensed him close, but I couldn’t beg him for help. I heard my mother consoling him, acting like the caring mother. When she came back, she knew it was over. I’d finally transitioned, and something snapped in my head. The chains she was using no longer hurt. She hit me, but it didn’t hurt.” Sweat dotted Dawn’s forehead, and he used a clean towel to wipe her brow.