Panting for breath, Brady collapsed on Ren. Twisting to the side he took some of his weight off her but he couldn’t bring himself to roll off completely.
He liked having her beneath him.
Her body cradled his in all the best ways and he loved how her pussy wrapped around his dick as though they’d been made to fit together forever.
He didn’t have any idea what sex felt like with anyone except Ren and while that might not be every man’s choice, Brady was extremely happy he’d waited. Ecstatic that she’d be his one and only. The fact he’d be hers only made that feeling multiply.
It wasn’t as though he was some alpha asshole who wanted his woman pure or anything. He didn’t. He wouldn’t have been any less happy with his current situation if Ren had been with a hundred other men.
The thrill for him was in her being his only.
“Let’s run.”
“What?” Pulled from his thoughts, Brady raised his head and stared down at Ren. “You want to go for a run?”
“Yes.” She pushed against his shoulders. “In coyote form.”
“Um…”
“C’mon. Can’t you feel it?”
Brady flexed his hips, his semi-hard cock still buried inside her. “Yeah, I feel it,” he said with a chuckle.
Laughing she pushed at his chest this time. “Not that.”
“You can’t feel that?” He grinned down at her and rocked his pelvis back and forth. “Let me help you.”
“Brady,” she moaned. “I want to run with you.”
The edge in her voice made him stop moving. “Why?”
“We never did before…” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, one lengthened canine showing. “I want to do this right.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about that. For a couple of virgins, I think we did it right.”
“Not that!” she laughed, swatting at his arm with her hand.
Smiling, he lowered his forehead to hers. “Okay. You want to shift to coyote and run together. I get it. But Ren, it’s still snowing.”
“Oh.” Her gaze moved to the window where the falling snow bumped against the glass.
“We should wait until after.”
“After it stops?”
“No. After I take you again.” He pulled his hips back then drove them forward. From root to tip, her pussy walls sucked at him, the slick heat making his half hard cock full to bursting in a single thrust.
He hadn’t been worried, but when she arched up to meet him, when her walls clenched around him, Brady knew they weren’t going for a run any time soon.
Lowering his head, he took her mouth in a hungry, wet kiss that had him breathing hard and thrusting harder. His chest pressed to hers, the lush curves of her breasts pillowing his body, their hardened tips poking him.
They spent forever licking and rocking. Mouths and sex joined in a slow sensual climb to the top. With each stroke, each slide of flesh on flesh, the tension tightened, the need increasing until Brady was driving in, plunging deep with tongue and cock. Panting into her mouth he let his body lead him. Lead her.
She worked with him, followed him, led him, in their search for satisfaction. He might have done this for the first time only moments ago but he knew what he wanted, what to do. Knew how to make her want, how to make her feel good.
And right now his instincts drove him to mount her.
Pulling from her body, he grabbed her hips and flipped her over. The squawk that left her mouth was part displeasure, part surprise. Except she didn’t have time to protest further because he dragged her ass up, spread her legs with his, and plunged deep once more.
“Brady,” she gasped, her pussy clamping down on his length hard enough to bruise.
Her back bowed, her shoulders and head dropping to the mattress, her ass pressing into him more.
He grinned in triumph and hammered into her harder. Deeper.
Arching over her back, he kept one hand on her hip and slid the other around beneath her in search of her clit. When he found his prize, he used their combined slickness to ease the glide of his fingers and stroked the rock-hard bundle of nerves until she was bucking under him.
Her gasps and moans, the wet slap of flesh on flesh, an accompanying soundtrack to their claiming. He might be the one taking her—claiming her—but she was claiming him in return. With every sound, every movement, she owned him. Heart. Soul. Coyote.
Bent the way he was, he had a perfect view of his mark on her neck. Neither of them had said a word about the bite they’d each delivered. About the mating mark that now sat on both their necks. He didn’t remember sinking his teeth into her, didn’t remember anything except the blinding pleasure Ren’s fangs had delivered the moment he’d let go.
His orgasm had been powerful but when her teeth had punctured his skin it had just about blown his head off, and right now, looking at his own bite mark on Ren’s smooth skin, he wanted to do it again. Wanted to take them both to oblivion once more.
He used his hand on her pussy to hold her close and slid the other up her waist, over one breast to her throat. Palming that delicate column, Brady applied a small amount of pressure, his arm across her torso supporting her weight, pulling her into him.
“I’m going to bite you,” he whispered into her ear. “Just like before, I’ll sink my teeth deep and claim you as mine.”
She shuddered against him, her breath coming in harsh pants. “Brady.”
His name on her lips in that breathy little way sent a shaft of lust through his groin, made his cock pulse, his balls draw up tight, and he knew he didn’t have much time before he fell off the edge. He wouldn’t go there alone.
“Ren,” he murmured, then tongued her ear lobe, grazed it with his teeth.
Her body clenched around his thrusting length, her slick walls tightening with each retreat as though she couldn’t bear for him to leave her. She needn’t worry. Brady had no intention of going anywhere that wasn’t with her. Nothing in his life from now on would be done without Ren.
He nipped the side of her neck. “Tell me,” he growled needing to hear her acknowledge his claim on her.
“I’m yours.” She turned her head as much as his hold on her throat would allow and locked her gaze with his. “I’ve always been yours.”
“And you always will be.” Gripping her tighter, he picked up the pace, pounded a little harder, dove a little deeper. “I’ll never let you go now that I have you.”
“I wouldn’t let you.”
Brady could see the truth of her words in her eyes. He might be attempting to mark her soul so she’d never be rid of him but she would do the same in return. She’d leave him with no doubts about their mates connection.
Her gaze softened as she stare at him, her body pinned in place by his. “I love you, Brady. I’ve always loved you.”
His eyes closed, his lungs drawing in a deep breath while his body continued to rock into hers. “Love you too. Always,” he whispered against her ear right before he dragged his teeth down her neck.
“Do it.”
Gaze on hers once more, Brady smiled. “You can’t bite me in this position.”
“Don’t care. I’ll bite your ass later.” She bucked her hips against him, drove her ass into his next thrust with brutal force. “Bite. Me.”
Canines dropping, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to her neck and the mark already there. He licked at each of the puncture wounds. Breathing her in, he took his time playing his mouth over the bite that would forever mar her skin.
The whole time he drove his cock into her, stroked her clit, and held her in place. Tension rose; her need for release, his need to claim, coiled in an ever increasing swirl of desperation.
And when she writhed against him, when her breath came in panting bursts, her moans turning to whimpers and whines, he knew it was time to take them both over.
In unison, he drove deep inside her, bracketed her clit between his fingers and squeezed, and sank his fangs into his mating bite.
They exploded together.
A scream tore from Ren’s throat, a hoarse groan from his, and their bodies thrashed and bucked with the waves of pleasure shooting through them.
Brady wasn’t sure if they were both climaxing or if this was some kind of out-of-body thing because while he felt the ecstasy jolting through him, it didn’t feel like his own; it felt like an echo of hers. His coyote howled in his head, the beast rippling beneath his skin, and his vision blurred, went white.
Flash lighting lit him up on the inside, scorched his veins and rose every hair on his body, the fine covering thickening with the shift threatening to take him over.
“Brady!”
Ren’s cry brought him back to earth, her mad scramble beneath him snapping him out of his own mind and body to realize he wasn’t the only one struggling against a shift.
He jerked back, ripping his body from hers in a brutal move that sent a shock of pain, a shaft of pleasure, through his groin. Disengaged, Brady sat back on his heels and watched Ren shift to coyote in front of him.
A grumbling whine echoed around them as she dropped to her belly, her tail curling around her hind leg, her muzzle flat on the bed, tongue out, breath panting.
“Fuck.” Brady clenched his fists. His jaw. “Ren.”
Her eyes met his, pleading. Confusion and pain swirled within the dark brown depths. He knew what he had to do.
Climbing from the bed, he ran for the back door and threw it wide; spinning around to get Ren, he found her behind him.
“Let’s run.” Shifting quickly, Brady led the way outside into the falling snow.
He shouldn’t have ignored her earlier request. Shouldn’t have taken her—bitten her—so soon after claiming her the first time.
Clueless as to the mating bond process, Brady should have known Ren’s instincts were good. She’d wanted to run. He’d distracted her with more sex, another bite, and now they were in the woods, running between the trees at break-neck speed while snow drifted down around them.
Brady guided Ren down the slope to the creek then along the bank. They ran for long minutes, his coat wet from sweat and snow, before Ren barked and came to a stop. He didn’t know why she’d stopped or what she had in mind, but he would let her lead on this.
She stood at the water’s edge, her breathing labored, her coat shiny with dampness, and Brady had to struggle to pull air into his lungs. Not from their run. Physically fit, their dash from the house hadn’t winded him, but the sight of Ren did.
Dark fur tipped with silver covered her coyote body. She wasn’t small but she wasn’t as big as him. It seemed strange that as humans they were around the same height but as coyotes he was at least a third bigger than her.
With a ripple of muscles, she shifted to human. “I’m sorry.”
Changing quickly, on feet he stepped closer. “For what?”
“For losing control.”
“Control?” he moved even closer. “You think I’m worried about you losing control with me? I want you to lose control. I want you to trust me enough to lose it but also to let it go. I need you to let me take care of you, and there isn’t a more vulnerable state than when you give up or lose control.”
“But—”
“No buts.” He grabbed her hands, held them tight in his. “I want to be the person you’re the most comfortable with, the one you trust to catch you if you fall, the one who makes sure you’re not in danger. I want to love you and be loved by you, but most of all I want you to know that if you lose control, if you let it go, I’ll be right there to make sure you’re okay. I want you to trust me to be there—here—right beside you.”
“I do trust you.” She stepped into him bringing their now cold bodies flush together. “I trust you with every part of me. But, Brady, I could have hurt you by shifting when we were…”
He laughed when she couldn’t finish her sentence, when a blush rose up her throat and filled her face. “The most that could have happened is a few scratches and the interesting predicament of being caught inside you.”
Ren’s face scrunched up, a clear look of distaste in her eyes. “Eww…”
Laughing harder, he pulled her hands around his back and held them there. “Yeah, maybe.”
She tried to yank free. “Gross. Brady that’s disgusting.”
“Nothing about you and me together is disgusting. I’m not saying I want to take you that way but if we found ourselves in the position again and I wasn’t fast enough to pull free, it wouldn’t be disgusting. It would be us and anything between us is neither disgusting nor off limits. As long as we’re both enjoying what we do, or find ourselves doing, I’ll think it’s the most wonderful thing in the world.”
Rolling her eyes, she muttered, “Great. I’ve hooked up with a freak.”
“Ren, I shift into a coyote. Ain’t nothing freakier than that.”
“That’s not freaky.”
He arched one brow.
“Fine, some may find it a little weird.”
“I’d think anyone who wasn’t a coyote shifter would find it weird.”
“Pretty sure wolf shifters don’t think it’s weird.”
“Oh no, wolves are weird. I’ve met a couple.” He chuckled. “Definitely weird.”
“Speaking of weird…”
He knew what she was getting at. “We should go back to the house and figure out what to do about the journals.”
“I think you need to tell the sovereign and sheriff. I thought we could ask Gordie and Steve to invite everyone to their place so we’re on neutral territory.”
“Not a bad idea.” He held her close and took a deep breath. The scent of her—them—filled his nose, almost distracting him from the question he needed to ask even if he didn’t want to. “How much have you read? Do you know…”
“No. I’ve worked out what Malcolm and Matthew were doing but I’m not up to where you were born yet.”
He breathed a sigh of relief. It would be short lived though; as much as he didn’t want to know the answer to his parentage, he needed to.
In spite of Ren’s protests, without that knowledge he couldn’t move forward.
Not if he wanted them to have a worry-free future. With the secret hanging over his head, he’d always be waiting for it to come out. For her to realize his origins were something she couldn’t live with.
“Stop it.” She slapped his bare ass.
“Hey!”
“Nothing that is in those books can change this. Us.”
“How can you be so sure?” he demanded, a harsh edge to his voice.
“Because I loved you in spite of the fact I hated you.”