Free A Slash of Savagery (Wiccan-Were-Bear) by R. E. Butler

hips and locked her hands behind his neck, their gazes meeting as he pushed in slowly.  He stretched her with his thick cock so she felt every inch of him as he buried himself deep in her pussy.
    She groaned when he reached the end of her, closing her eyes in rapture at the feeling of him.  All the kissing, all the light touching throughout the week, had left her wanting.
    Brone traced his fingers along the side of her face, and she opened her eyes.  She could see him more clearly in the candlelight since her eyes had adjusted to the dim light.  His lips were parted and his double fangs were visible.  His neck was corded and his body pressed tight against hers, and she realized how much control he had to exert to remain still until she was ready.
    She angled her hips back so his cock slipped out a fraction, and then she pressed upward, taking him to the hilt once more.  He groaned, his eyes flashing with desire, and she smiled.
    His body flexed over her, his cock retreating and pressing forward at a slow pace, while he held her gaze.  Her fingers dug into his neck as she hugged him with her thighs.  Each stroke forward was bliss; each time he pulled out of her until only the fat head of his cock remained inside her was exquisite torture.
    He began to thrust faster and dropped his hand from her face and gripped one of her knees, pressing her leg up and outward until she felt him rub against her clit just right as he powered into her.
    “Oh, fuck, yes,” she gasped the words as he held her spread open, fucking her faster, rubbing her clit with delicious friction.  It was too much and not enough at the same time.
    As she climaxed, she screamed his name to the ceiling, her body locking down on his as heat pooled in her core and her whole body bowed.  Brone never ceased driving into her as he released her leg and it dropped to the mattress.  Her hands slipped from his neck and ran along his broad shoulders, down his arms and across his massive chest.  He growled when she touched his nipples, and she lifted her head and licked one and then the other, enjoying the way his growl sounded almost like a gruff purr.  Her teeth worried lightly on each nipple as she dug her nails into his back and lifted her hips to meet his.
    He slipped an arm underneath her and lifted her hips, and she gasped as she arched under him, his cock hitting a place deep inside her that made her feel as though her blood was made of molten lava.  He thrust into her hard and fast, his body slamming into hers with speed and force.  She could only hold onto him and absorb the wild sensations that were coursing through her.  Pleasure.  Desire.  The first stirrings of love.  Even though she’d known they were mates for several days, it was the first time she realized that her feelings were deepening for him.
    Without warning her body locked up in a spiral of pleasure so great that her vision blurred and her breath caught in her chest before she shrieked when pure pleasure flowed over her.  Brone shoved his wrist between her lips, and she tasted something hot and coppery, realizing quickly that he’d scored his wrist with his fangs so she could drink his blood.  A moment later, his tongue slipped over her throat and then his fangs pierced her.  She moaned and writhed under him, his cock pulsing as he came with a sharp growl.
    She swallowed the hot blood, and her mind opened suddenly and she found herself watching his life in fast forward.  His youth, his turning, his time in The Plague, joining with Mishka, and finally seeing her for the first time.  She felt the strength of his desire for her from the moment he laid eyes on her and how difficult it had been for him to leave.
    Tears slipped down her cheeks, and Brone kissed them away as he pulled from her body and held her close.  He murmured words in a language she didn’t know.
    “You are mine now forever, my beloved mate.”
    She rested her head in the crook of his neck and pulled