Fairytale Shifter: Beauty Sleeps Part 4

My o.r.g.a.s.m squeezes my b.a.l.l.s, and I throb inside her as jet after jet splashes inside her untouched womb. My c.u.m fills her body, and I feel it when the mating heat starts. It's a warm tingle in my arms and legs. I lie on top of Gwen and try to get as much skin-on-skin contact as possible.

I moan at the euphoria I'm feeling. It's like I'm on some kind of drug. Gwen rolls us over and climbs on top of me, and I don't even fight it. She grabs my still-hard c.o.c.k and squats down on top of it, taking me inside her. It's then I see my hard c.o.c.k for the first time, and I realize it's over twelve inches long. Gwen slides down on it without any pain. She's so unbelievably tight that it must be the mating heat that allows her to take all of me so easily. Or maybe she's just made to fit me perfectly. I choose to believe that.

Her p.u.s.s.y grips me, and I feel my teeth tighten again with the need to mark her. She grinds down on me as if sensing my aggression. Her hands come up to my chest, and she scores her nails down my stomach, leaving faint red claw marks. She doesn't break the skin, but I love that she's leaving her own mark on me. Showing everyone that I belong to someone. The feeling is overwhelming. I haven't felt like I've belonged in so long. I want her to scratch me deeper so the marks never leave my body. Every time I'd look down at them, I'd know I belonged to someone. That I was no longer alone.

The feeling of her ownership has me thrusting up inside her and c.u.mming again. This o.r.g.a.s.m is hard and fast and she bears down on me as I fill her up, giving her everything I can. Wanting to make my mate happy. To be as perfect for her as she is for me.

Once every drop of c.u.m has been released from my c.o.c.k into her warm body, she begins to move up and down, milking my c.o.c.k. She leans forward and bites my chest, and that's all it takes for me to c.u.m in her yet again. She's marking me, and my wolf is howling with delight. Each time she makes me hers, I c.u.m inside her a little more. There's so much c.u.m it's running down between us, but my c.o.c.k hasn't faltered. It only wants more.

She traces her tongue up my chest and runs her hands through my long hair, gripping a handful of it tightly. "More," she moans in my ear as she rides me harder and pulses around my c.o.c.k, her blonde hair falling all around us in silken waves.

I will always give my mate whatever she asks for. I have a need to please her, to make her smile at me again, and I thrust, coating the inside of her womb with my c.u.m. I grunt out my release, feeling her squeeze me with her own climax, and pride fills my chest because I'm giving her what she needs. The pleasure that washes over her face is better than anything I've ever seen. It's breathtaking.

I sit up so she's still straddling my c.o.c.k, and I scoot to the edge of the bed. She wraps her body tightly around me as I put my feet on the floor. I want to beat my chest at how she's latching on to me, not wanting to let go of me. Standing, I keep our intimate connection and walk her to the wall, pushing her back up against it. I grab her wrists and pin them above her head. I'm strong enough to hold her with one arm while I claim her against the wall.

Thrusting hard, I lean in and press my teeth against her throat and feel her growl softly, but she bares her neck to me. Her wolf is submitting and loving my aggression. She loves the attention and my petting her as I take her harder and harder against the wall. If I could f.u.c.k her through the wall, I think I would. I want to be as far inside her as possible with not a millimeter of s.p.a.ce between us.

I sit back and look into her glowing blue eyes, keeping her pinned to the wall as I breed her. I want to tell her that I love her. That I've loved her from the moment I laid eyes on her, and my wolf knew it before I did. My soul recognized hers as mine, and even though she wasn't of age, my wolf knew what was coming. We've pined for her all these years, and finally she's ours.

"It was always you." Her eyes widen at my words, and it's as if something clicks into place. I see it on her face the moment she finally remembers, and I cling to her. "It was always you, my love."

Chapter Eight.

Gwen

"You left me." It all comes flooding back to me now, and I know why he seemed so familiar. How my brother seemed to know him and I didn't. For some reason, it cuts deep and knocks the wind right out of me. Why does this hurt so much?

He diverts his eyes and sorrow shows clear on his face. A face that doesn't look like it did years ago.

"Put me down, Xavier." His eyes flash back to mine, and I see an inner battle play out. His shoulders slump forward a little. I don't like this. I want the man who was here moments ago. He reluctantly puts me down, placing my feet on the floor, then takes a step back from me.

I reach out and s.n.a.t.c.h his wrist and growl. I'm upset, but my wolf is remembering that he once left us, and she won't allow that to happen again. She's taking over even if it still stings that he did it.

Pulling him by the wrist, I make my way to the bed. He doesn't fight me, coming easily with me. I motion for him to sit and he does. It makes me smile. I love how he's so willing to do what I ask. Some male wolves aren't like that, but I don't think my mate worries about who's really alpha between us, because he clearly is. He seems to be more interested in making me happy.

When he sits, I climb onto his lap and fight the urge to slide him inside me once again. Some of the need has lessened, but I know it will be back soon and will only grow with each day until the full moon. I'm not sure how it's going to be possible because I already feel utterly consumed. I'm not sure there'll be anything left of us if we have to go at it for days.

He still shies away from looking at me, and I grab his face in my hands to make him look right into my eyes. A flash of his wolf comes through, and the hunger for me is there before he pulls it back and tries to look away.

"You said you'd always watch me," I remind him, and I think back to when he used to watch me. It makes so much sense now. How I always felt so protected when he was near. The draw I felt towards him was something I'd never had for another person. Then he was gone, leaving an ache inside me.

Now he's back. He's my mate, and I only see traces of the man who was there before. I rub my thumbs along his prominent cheekbones, and now more than ever it's clear he's been in the wild. What caused him to leave me all those years ago? Sure, we didn't know we were mates; we couldn't have. I was too young and wouldn't have come of age until I was eighteen.

I still remember my eighteenth birthday. I was so scared I would find my mate amongst one of the local wolves, and now I know why I had that fear. In the back of my mind, I wanted it to be him.

When he doesn't answer me, I push on. "I think you got hotter."

His mouth parts at my words, and I lean down to take his lips. Pushing my tongue into his mouth, I taste his sweetness and moan at the flavor. He flips me over onto the bed so I'm beneath him once more. He deepens the kiss, his dominance returning. I love the way he makes me feel like a woman. I relish it for a moment before I strike.

I want back the confidence he had when he pinned me to the wall and f.u.c.ked me like he owned me. Grabbing him by the hair, I pull his head back from me, breaking our kiss.

"Why did you stop watching me?" I growl out the question, letting my aggression flow. I want him on edge with me.

"You deserved better. I couldn't protect them. How could I ever protect you? Your brother gave me that reminder when he caught me watching you."

I growl again and use my legs to flip him over. He goes to flip me back, but I place my hands softly on his chest and the gentle touch stops him.

His answer confuses me. "Who did you not protect?"

"My mother and sister. They were killed by hunters when I was..." I know what he can't say. When he was watching me.

"Your brother caught me outside your window watching you sleep and told me what happened. He told me to stay away from you." He takes a deep breath, looking deep into my eyes. "That day I lost everything."

"Am I not here right now, Xavier? You haven't lost everything." He sits up with me still in his lap, pulling me so we are chest to chest.

"I don't deserve you, but I'm keeping you. You're here and you'll go nowhere I'm not." I should correct him and tell him I'll go wherever I please, but I like the idea that he wants me by his side at all times. While it might not be possible, we can play with the idea for now.

I rub his long hair and beard and try to offer him some comfort. "You couldn't have watched them every second of every day, my sweet mate." I try to reason with him. Everyone shifts and goes out into the woods, oftentimes alone. I do it myself.

"I'll never take my eyes off you. I've learned my lesson. No one gets close to you." I ignore his words because that's not something I'm going to touch right now. Not with the heat happening. I'm bound to get f.u.c.ked through the floor so he can prove his point. While it does sound appealing, I have a feeling I'm going to have my hands full with my wildly aggressive mate regardless of his having to prove anything.

"Where have you been?" I ask, changing the subject.

"In the wild." He confirms what I thought might be true. It explains a lot. Why he's so much wilder than the rest of us. I'm not sure if he's even a member of our pack.

"I thought as much. It's made you look more rugged. Like a s.e.xy lumberjack," I tease, running my fingers through his beard. His eyes narrow on me. "Not that I've seen a s.e.xy lumberjack." I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from giggling at his jealousy.

"I build houses, I don't chop wood," he informs me, but I don't care. My lumberjack fantasy is still holding strong. I'm going to have to get him a few flannel shirts.

"So you don't have an axe? Maybe you can just chop some logs for me."

He goes to get up and I grab hold of him, laughing. "Not right now!" I can't stop the giggle that pours from me.

He flips me back onto the bed and I stop laughing, desire taking over.

"Do it again."

"What?" I ask, wrapping my legs around him, wanting him inside me again.

"Laugh. I like the sound."

"I think we'll have lots of laughter, my mate, but right now I need you to make me c.u.m. Fill me again."

This time, when he does what I ask, it's soft and slow. Xavier makes love to me until I pa.s.s out in his arms.

Chapter Nine.

Xavier

I wake up after having pa.s.sed out with Gwen on top of me. I'm still hard inside her, and feeling her warmth around my big c.o.c.k is wonderful. It's the first morning since I lost everything that I didn't wake up with a pain in my chest. No, all that greets me today is happiness, a feeling I haven't felt in so long it's almost foreign. Taking a deep breath, I inhale her scent, and my wolf rolls around happily inside me. We have our mate and she's bound to us. I thrust up a little, just wetting my c.o.c.k with her sweet juices, needing her again already.

I'm not sure how long we slept, but it's still dark outside. I can't help but run my hands along her body, wanting to explore every inch. Gently, I roll us over, and Gwen stretches lazily then goes back to sleep. I carefully pull out of her p.u.s.s.y, and she lets out a small whine before she drifts off again. I don't know if she will like me just looking at her, but I want to see all of my mate. I need to know every inch of her body and make it mine.

Slowly, I move down her body, pressing my nose against her skin as I go. I can't be out of her reach, nor do I want to be. I just want to see what she looks like between her legs. I know what she feels like, but it smells so good I want to look.

Her legs fall open as I move down between them. Even in her sleep she's welcoming me. Her body is already so in tune with mine that she feels safe enough to sleep while I mate her.

When I move my shoulders between her thighs, I check to make sure she's still sleeping. Then I look back down to her p.u.s.s.y and see her fully on display for the first time.

"So pretty," I whisper, and inhale her scent. She smells so good, my mouth starts watering. She's all pink and covered in sweetness, with just a tiny patch of short blond curls above. Her pink c.l.i.t is peeking out between her little folds, and I have the urge to kiss it. My mate loves it when I put my mouth on her, so I think she'll like it if I do it down here, too. I want to give her all the pleasure I can, and I feel like this is one way I can do that.

I close my eyes and inhale again. Her scent calls to me, and being this close to her p.u.s.s.y has me aching. I need to taste it. She still smells just like roses, only it's different now. There's something deeper that makes her smell like home, too.

Opening my eyes, I lean forward, placing a small kiss on her. As soon as my lips touch her warm wet skin, my wolf growls. He wants more. Leaning closer, I settle between her open legs and open my mouth, licking her in one long stroke. Her sweetness. .h.i.ts my tongue and I'm instantly addicted. I start licking more and sucking her p.u.s.s.y lips into my mouth one at a time. I can smell my scent mixing with hers, and I taste a little of us mixed together on her. The flavor of my branding on her body excites me. I begin to suck on her, trying to get more of the flavor in my mouth. I want to devour her sweet juices like a plum. Her sugary flesh brings me nourishment.

I feel her body start to move under me, and I quickly hold her thighs down, not wanting her to try and close them. I hope I'm not doing it wrong, because I don't want to stop yet.

She grips my hair tightly, and I growl against her p.u.s.s.y. "Mine."

"Don't stop, love. I'm so close," Gwen moans, and raises her hips for me to continue.

Seeing that she likes what I'm doing, I go back to kissing and sucking. I want more of her, so I bring my fingers up, pushing inside her warmth while I drink her sweetness. My c.o.c.k is envious of my hand and wants inside her body again. I keep trying to tell my wolf to be patient. We've got our mate and we'll never be separated from her. We have our whole life to mate, but he's not listening.

He begins to whine as Gwen gets closer to the edge. I'm attuned to her body, and her breathing and heartbeat tell me she's close.

I open my mouth over her c.l.i.t and suck. Her back bows off the bed, and as just the edge of my teeth nibble on it, she lets out her release and c.u.ms in my mouth.

"Xavier!" She shouts my name so loudly it echoes through the cabin. My mate is calling to me, and I break away from her p.u.s.s.y to bite the inside of her thigh. Her creamy flesh yields to my sharp teeth, and I taste the metallic bite of her blood as she continues to c.u.m and call my name. My saliva penetrates her as I lick the wound, sealing my scent inside her. There will always be a scar there where I've marked her as mine. No one will ever dare to see it, but I'll know it's there. She'll be imprinted with the symbol of my ownership until the end of time.

The thought makes my wolf howl, and I move up her body in one fluid motion. I'm inside her and thrusting hard before she can reach the end of her o.r.g.a.s.m. Her p.u.s.s.y is already clenching around my c.o.c.k and asking for more. I pump inside her only twice before I'm emptying myself in her tight channel. My c.u.m leaves me quickly, wanting to breed her womb as soon as possible.

Marking her body makes my heat increase, and I keep thrusting through my o.r.g.a.s.m, already building to another.

I sit back and grab her hips, pulling just the lower half of her body up. I pull her against me with each thrust, going as deep as I can. My teeth are still aching to mark her, so I reach back with one hand grabbing her ankle. I throw her leg over my shoulder, and turn my head to her calf, biting her there.

Gwen lets out a growl of desire as her p.u.s.s.y clenches around my c.o.c.k. All of the sensations are too much, and I start c.u.mming again. Between marking her, the smell of her p.u.s.s.y on my face, and her warmth around my c.o.c.k, I can't hold back. She follows me into paradise, both of us c.u.mming at the same time.

I fall onto the bed and flip her so she lands on top of me as we both gasp for air.

"I had no idea it would be like this." Her words are breathless and fill my chest with pride.

"I'll wake you up this way every morning." I want to give her anything she could ever want. She cuddles her face into my neck and starts to giggle.

"What's so funny?" I ask, because I want to make sure that whatever is making her laugh, I do it more. The sound is sweet and fills me with warmth when she does it.

"You need a trim. Your beard is tickling me."

"Why would I trim it if it makes you giggle?" I ask in confusion.

She runs her fingers through my beard, and I crane my neck to give her better access. The feeling is incredible.

"Just a little trim," she whispers into my ear as she rubs me more. She can put me in a pink dress if she keeps touching me like this. Her voice is hypnotic and I don't give a f.u.c.k about anything other than what she wants. I'm already baring my neck to her.

"I want you." I go to flip her over, but she stops me with her hands.

"Slow down. I need a shower."

"After," I growl, and try to turn her again, but she's quicker than me. She darts for the bath, her a.s.s bouncing all the way, not helping to slow my desire. I leap from the bed after her, but she's already in the shower when I get there.

Grabbing her by the hips, not caring about the water, I lift her and pin her to the tile wall.

"Mine," I grunt as I take her mouth in a hard kiss. I need her again.

"Okay. But it's my turn. Put me down." I eye her suspiciously. What if she tries to dart away again? I'll just pin her to the floor if she tries. Reluctantly, I let her go.

"If you behave and let me get us clean, I promise I'll take care of you. I'll explore and eat at your body like you did mine this morning." I just nod my head, wanting her mouth all over me. Maybe she'll give me lots of marks like I did her. She could cover my whole body and I would wear them with pride. I watch the water run down her body in little streams, and I want to do the same with my tongue. I growl at the water, and she just giggles again as she washes her hair and body, probably thinking my l.u.s.t made me groan. No, that was pure jealousy.

When she's finished, I reach for her, but she bats my hand away, making me growl again.

"Do you ever use words instead of growls?" I can tell by her tone and smile she's teasing me, and I just shrug my response as I hold in another growl. "That's okay, big boy. I like the sound." Her tone has turned husky now.

"Bend down a little for me. I want to wash your hair." I drop to my knees in front of her, giving her all of me. If she wants to touch me, I'll do anything she asks. Gripping her hips, I pull her towards me as she works her hands into my hair, ma.s.saging me.

I lick one of the trails of water, and she jerks back from me. I glare up at her and see her long blonde hair sticking wet to her body. I need her again.