Howl My Name (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Grayslake Book 5) (19 page)

He imbedded himself until their hips met, his cock firmly within her pussy. She squeezed him like a warm, wet velvet glove, her walls rippling around him as her orgasm stretched on. He never wanted it to end, wanted it to always welcome him and the ecstasy he could give her.

He withdrew, ignoring her whimper, and then pushed into her once more, pounding her as her release continued. He fought to meet her tempo, to work his hips in time with her unending moans and whimpering groans. Reid eased out and thrust forward, burying himself deep once more.

Slow and gentle or hard and relentless?

The harder he thrust, the tighter she squeezed him, and the more pleasure he drew from her.

Evie made the decision for him. So he picked up his pace, squeezing her hips as he adopted a punishing rhythm that had her calling out for him to give her more, to never stop, to make her come once more.

He was happy to grant her every wish.

He drove his cock into her over and over again, claiming her, absorbing her cries of pleasure. The harder he plunged, the louder she shouted, the more her yells spurred him toward the edge of release.

Her wetness rippled and milked him, seeming to silently plea for his cum. He wanted to pump her full, claim her from inside out until all would know she was
his
.

His.

Reid Bennett, abandoned wolf, clan Itan.

With each thrust, each meeting of their hips, her ass bounced and jiggled, taunting and teasing him. She was his. Every soft inch of her. This ass was his and he’d claim all of her someday. Once their world settled, he’d take her ass, own every part of her body.

For now, he teased her back entrance, thumb caressing the puckered opening and she clenched down on his dick even harder.

“
Reid!
” she sobbed but not in pain or pleading for him to stop. No, she wanted it. Wanted him.

“Mine,” he snarled, his wolf needing to hear the words.

“Yours.”

“Always mine.” Always, always.

“Yes.”

Their bodies came together in a lewd slap of skin on skin, the sounds of their lovemaking filling the clearing, the scent of their sex consuming the air. It was not just his flavors, but
theirs
.

Her pussy squeezed him tightly, convulsing around his shaft, and he fought his release. He wanted to keep pleasuring her and taking his own pleasure. But her heat wouldn’t allow his lovemaking to continue.

She clenched even tighter, almost demanding he remain inside her, and he would. Soon. When he filled her with his cum and had his fangs buried in her shoulder.

His mouth watered, his pace remaining steady while he imagined the taste of her blood on his tongue. Hot and sweet, seductive and alluring.

He couldn’t wait.
Wouldn’t
wait.

“Evie,” he rasped. “Need you to come on my cock.” Needed it like air. “Give it to me.”

“Reid, I can’t…” she whined.

“You can.” He would take nothing less. Keeping his pace steady, he reached around her, fingers unerringly finding her swollen clit. He circled and tapped the nub, her pussy squeezing him in response. “Do it. Come.”

Then he assured the outcome, squeezing and pinching that bit of flesh gently before carefully scraping his thumbnail over the bundle of nerves.

It’d been what she needed, what she’d required to go flying over the edge. “Reid!”

Her bellow consumed him, sending his own pleasure spiraling until he could do nothing but follow her. His wolf rushed forward, fangs bared and ready to complete their mating while his human half embraced his release. It rushed through him in an unending wave of sensation that stole his control, wrenching it from his human grasp.

But the wolf… it still held a snippet of power. It shifted his teeth to wolfen fangs, pushing the canines free of his gums. And then it forced him into action. It had him leaning forward, mouth open and snarling a single word.

“Mine.”

Evie looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes midnight with her bear’s presence. “Yes.”

The animal needed nothing else, no other assurances. He struck, sinking his fangs deep into her vulnerable flesh. His teeth pierced the skin with ease and blood filled his mouth. He swallowed convulsively and savored the flavors of the liquid. Sweet and tangy, salty with a hint of purity that was all that made up his mate.

His mate.

All his now.

He suckled and swallowed once more, spurring their orgasms to continue, sending them arching higher with each tug and pull. His balls emptied into her, his cock pulsing and twitching within her still rippling sheath.

His cock ached, overwhelmed by the pleasure turning to pain as he claimed his mate. He bathed her in his scent, showing one and all she was
his
.

By swallowing her blood, he was showing one and all he was
hers
.

A soft whimper tore through his bliss, the low sound forcing his beast to focus on their mate, and he carefully withdrew his fangs. He lapped at the wound, treating it gently as he licked up the last few droplets of blood that escaped. Her bear went to work sealing the wound and he gradually lifted his weight from her.

His cock softened as he pulled away, slowly easing from her moist passage until they were no longer connected. With gentle hands he helped her stand and then turned her to rest on the boulder once more.

When their gazes met, he spoke. “You’re mine.” His touch was soft when he brushed her mating mark. “All mine.”

She didn’t dispute her claim. Which was good. Because if she did, he’d just do it all over again until she admitted the truth.

She was his.

Just as he was hers.

They returned to chaos. Utter, complete chaos.

They’d redressed, his mouth finding her mating mark whenever she turned her attention to redoing her buttons or zipping her shorts. For each piece of clothing she slipped on, he found a way to reach the injury. It was there, on her shoulder and he wanted to order her to walk around in tank tops for the rest of her life. Rain, sun, or snow.

When he’d said that aloud, she’d glared at him and told him he wasn’t dictating her wardrobe. He snapped his mouth shut.

He’d just destroy anything that
weren’t
tank tops.

Hours later they eased from the forest, walking hand in hand toward the clan den and the clumps of people milling around the yard.

Evie squeezed his hand, uneasiness pouring from her pores. “Reid?”

He just sighed, staring at each vehicle and then glancing at the newcomers. “Dammit.”

“Are we… is the clan in danger?”

“Not unless you’re worried about going broke putting money in a swear jar,” he mumbled. “Can’t I ever get away from these people?”

“Huh?”

They were still a good hundred yards from the clan den and still hadn’t been spotted, so he slowed them to a stop and stepped behind her before pointing at the different people. “That one near the back door is the Grayslake Itan, Ty. His curse-hating mate is there chasing after the boy who’s chasing the four-year-old who is trying very hard to eat dirt. She decided she was a vegetarian bear last week and dirt, apparently, doesn’t have meat.

“The couple snuggling at the other end of the porch are Lauren and Van. Lauren’s human and Van’s the Enforcer. Then there’s Trista and Keen. Last there’s Kira and Isaac.” He stared around the group, hunting for the other couple who would have driven over. He pointed toward the far wall of the house. It was out of sight of the playing kids and other adults, but not them. “And there, making out like they’re fifteen, is my sister and her mate. He took over the Redby pack when I got kicked out.”

“They’re your family.”

“They’re my family.” There was no denying it. They weren’t his by blood, but by heart at least. Damn, he must actually
have
a heart.

“Why’d you get kicked out?” her voice was soft, not accusing but curious.

“Because they hurt my sister and Kira.”

“They didn’t know they were your family.”

He shrugged. “No one needs to know about connections to treat someone decently. To not scar ’em for no reason. To not torture them.”

Evie turned in his arms. “Which is why you’re perfect here. You don’t care about who these bears are. You care that they’re safe. They need that, Reid. I need that.”

And he’d give that to her. Even if he had to crack—or cut off—a few heads in the process.

“Uncle Reid!” But first, he had to live through this visit from his family. God, why did he spend the last year making nice with all those dicks?

It’s all Clary’s fault. Damn acceptance and shit.

When Evie gave his hand a gentle squeeze followed by a soft, reassuring smile, he realized he could conquer anything—kill anyone—as long as he had her at his side.

The End

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Ex-dance teacher, former accountant and erstwhile collectible doll salesperson, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Celia Kyle now writes urban fantasy (as Lauren Creed) and paranormal romances for readers who:

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