Cole

Soon enough, the man - I really needed to learn his name - drove us down a long, wooded private drive that led to a little solitary house. He parked the car and walked around to my side. I was frozen up, suddenly second-guessing everything. What the ever-living hell was I doing here in the middle of the woods with a man who'd brought me here for sex? I liked women! And though I wasn't opposed to casual fun, I usually liked to at least have a couple of dates first.

Not to mention, he was a man. It was worth repeating.

The passenger door swung open and he ducked down so we were at eye level. One brow lifted and his eyes crinkled with amusement. "Are you planning to join me inside?"

It was all I could do to unclick my seatbelt and reach for him. I didn't care if it was childish; I wanted him to hold me again. All of this made sense when I was wrapped up in him. He took it into stride, lifting me up with a small grunt and letting me wrap myself around him again. One hand stroked up and down my spine as he headed for the house and I hummed in pleasure. This couldn't be wrong when it felt so good.

As he walked, I pressed kisses up and down his neck, letting them get sloppier as I went. He jerked underneath me and I smiled against him when he started walking faster.

"Eager?" he asked, his voice smooth and deep. He might be playing it cool, but I knew how his body reacted to me. He was eager, too.

He dropped me unceremoniously on his bed and took a moment to smirk down at me. "Well, little wolf, what do you want to do?"

I frowned. I knew how this went, even if I'd never done it before. I wanted to experience everything he had to offer, but I wasn't exactly prepared for that. There was no world where I would have predicted my evening ending up like this.

I sat up and eyed him uncertainly. He wouldn't suddenly change his mind if he had to wait five minutes... right?

"Can I borrow your shower super quick?" I asked. It felt like a crazy request - we didn't know each other at all - but it was better than the alternative.

"It's just through there. Towels are in the closet."

He pointed me to the right door and I ducked inside, feeling suddenly embarrassed. But less embarrassed than if I wasn't clean when he started touching me, I reminded myself.

I questioned my sanity the whole time I showered, moving as quickly as I could. Then I panicked once I was finished and standing there in his bathroom wrapped in his towel. What was I supposed to do now? Put on my clothes? Go out there in a towel?

Go out there without anything on at all?

That was the best option, if I was brave enough. But I wasn't. I wasn't quite insecure enough to get fully dressed before leaving the bathroom, so I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked out before I could overthink this any more.

He had been lounging on the bed with one arm tucked behind his head, making his biceps bulge. When I came out, he sat up slowly and I didn't miss the way his eyes swept down my bare torso. When he looked at the towel, he smirked. He opened his arms for me to step into, and they closed around me as soon as I was close enough.

He took in a deep breath and smirked, brown eyes twinkling. "You smell like me."

Not as much as I'd like to. The words were right there, but I bit them back. His hands slid down my ribs to land at my hips, where they toyed with the edge of the towel. "I'm going to take this off," he said. It wasn't framed as a question, but he still waited for my nod of approval before tugging the towel open. It dropped to the floor and I was left standing naked while he was fully clothed.

Why did that make this hotter? I could see through his pants he was just as hard as I was, but he acted like we had all the time in the world as his eyes and hands explored my body. I ached for him in ways I'd never experienced before.

Suddenly, he pulled me on top of him. The fabric of his jeans was scratchy on my bare, sensitive skin. His hips rolled up, pressing him into me, and I bit my lip to stop from making an embarrassing noise.

"I want to hear you," he said, and his hips rolled again.

I whined. I knew I was leaking onto his clothes. Why was that so incredibly hot? His hands left me for a moment to reach for a small white tube. Lube. I trembled with anticipation and leaned down to kiss him as a distraction. It was easy to lose myself in the hot press and glide of our lips and tongues, though I still jolted when his slicked fingers pressed against my entrance. He pushed in one finger, fucking me with it and then slipping in another once I'd grown used to the sensation. I thought that would be plenty, as they moved within me stretching and stroking, but then he added a third and I gasped.

"More?" I asked.

"Trust me, you'll need it."

I shuddered at the thought and tightened around his fingers, suddenly feeling needy. His fingers brushed something in me that made me jerk and whimper, which made him chuckle and do it again. My balls drew up and I desperately clenched the muscles in my abdomen to keep from embarrassing myself.

"Enough," I pleaded. "I need you." I ground down on him and his jeans scraped deliciously at my skin.

He kissed my forehead in a way I'd almost describe as tender. "I've got you," he said softly, and gently eased me back to sit on the bed while he quickly removed his clothes.

Why hadn't I insisted on them coming off sooner? His body was perfection and I'd wasted precious time with him not exploring it to the fullest. I reached for him. His skin was taut over defined muscles, and his nipples hardened when I brushed my fingers over them. I did it again, fascinated, and he grabbed my wrists.

"I thought you needed me?" he asked, sounding amused.

I looked down, then, where I hadn't dared before - at his cock, which was hard and leaking... for me. My mouth watered and I gave into the impulse to slide down and lick the bead of precum from his tip.

How had I gone this long without appreciating the male form? On me, it seemed nothing special. On him, it was a masterpiece.

I stroked him lightly, enjoying the silken feel and how it jerked in my hand. I could tell he was controlling his breathing now, and he looked about a second from snapping. The idea thrilled me, and I leaned closer, fully intent on taking him into my mouth.

He had different ideas. His fingers were cold now, and I shivered when he wrapped them around my waist and pulled me with him as he reoriented us so that he was laying down with me straddling him. I experimentally rolled my hips, rubbing myself up and down his length. It got easier as I moved, as our combined precum spread. So hot.

His hands tightened on my waist. "You're trying to kill me, is that it?" he asked playfully. I smiled back, but couldn't muster the brainpower it took to joke back.

My whole body was on fire for him. I never wanted this to stop. When he grabbed a condom off his nightstand, I took it from him eagerly. I ripped open the package and almost reverently rolled the condom onto him. All I could think about was how he'd be inside me soon, and suddenly I couldn't wait anymore. I snatched up the tube of lube he'd left next to us on the bed and coated him in it. I got caught up in stroking him, fascinated by the way his neck tightened and his hips couldn't seem to help rising and falling with me.

His fingers reached back to thrust in and out of me, and suddenly it was not enough, not even close. "I need you. Please," I begged, my voice coming out breathier.

His fingers slid out of me and he guided me so his cock was pressed against my entrance. "At your own pace," he said. His voice was strained now, too.

I eagerly pushed against him but couldn't go nearly as fast as I wanted. Even with the work he'd put into stretching me, he was a lot to take. I managed to get his tip in, but even though I was still straining and desperate for him, I could feel that I needed to adjust. I lifted my hips so that he slid almost all the way out, then eased back down again - over and over, taking a bit more of him every time. It was agonizingly slow and I felt like I could burst any moment. Why had I never put anything up my butt before? It felt tingly and hot and full and I thought I could cum just like this. Add in the fact that it was him filling me up and I was so unbelievably turned on that I trembled.

I kept my eyes on his as I finally sank all the way down, taking in all of him. He groaned and held my hips, keeping me there. His cock twitched in me right against that incredible spot he'd hit before, the one that made me shudder.

"You are..." he bit his lip and took a couple of deep breaths before finishing, "divine."

My heart soared and I needed more, so much more. Everything he had to give. I whimpered, not knowing how to ask for it even though I felt I might combust any second.

He rose up and flipped us, not withdrawing from me at all. All of a sudden, I was beneath him and he was pounding me into the bed. I raised my arms above my head to brace against the headboard and keep from being pushed into it. My cock jumped against my stomach and he reached down to pump it in time with his motions. I moaned and bit my lip, knowing that no matter how hard I tried I'd never last.

Only, I never wanted this to end. "Don't stop," I whimpered. "Don't stop, don't stop. Please." My eyes squeezed shut with the effort of holding back my orgasm. He felt too good.

"I've got you," he assured me breathlessly.

He was hitting that amazing spot again, over and over until I was helpless to stop myself from coming all over his hand and my stomach. He groaned and I could feel his cock pulsing within me as he rode out his orgasm. The very idea of it prolonged my own until I was fully spent.

At first, I thought the glowing, warm feeling rising up in my chest was the aftereffect of really good sex. But it got hotter and started to fill my whole body with pleasure so strong I almost couldn't take it. It burned through me, and his wide eyes on mine made me think he was experiencing something similar. As I stared into his eyes, I could feel something click into place, changing my makeup forever. Suddenly, I could feel him.

Not just his cock still lodged in my ass. Everything. I had a sudden acute awareness of where he was, how he was feeling. I thought I could just catch the edge of his thoughts. But that was impossible, unless...

Unless...

My mind kept tripping over the word. It was too big and I was too afraid I was misunderstanding and he wasn't actually my...

"Mate."

My eyes snapped to his again. That was the word I'd been struggling with, and I hadn't been the one to voice it in my head.

He looked just as startled, and he slid from my body. I whined pathetically - him leaving me just now felt like a rejection until he wrapped me in his arms and pulled me onto his lap. I curled up against him, instantly comforted by the feeling of his body sheltering mine.

My mate.

I'd finally found him. I felt something wet land on my forehead and slide down, then another. Tears. His arms tightened around me and my eyes welled, too, at the immensity of this moment.

"I've got you." His voice was in my head again, saying the perfect words. My tears overflowed and I wrapped my arms around him, clutching him for dear life.

"I'm yours," I silently told him, and he kissed the top of my head.

We didn't move for a while after that. There was no need. I'd have been happy staying in that moment forever.