Chapter 4 - Richard

Oh, Goddess above, the sparks running through my body wherever Carl touches me are unreal.

He’s my mate.

The one man I’ve wanted my entire life is my mate.

But I can’t dwell on it—not when his mouth is making me lose my damn mind.

His hand kneads my balls, the other wrapped tightly around the base of my cock, squeezing, twisting, teasing. But his mouth—fuck, his mouth. My head tilts back, my eyes rolling closed as he hollows his cheeks and sucks.

Then he pulls off slowly, deliberately, his tongue dragging along the underside of my dick.

“Carl—” My voice breaks. I try to cover my mouth to stifle my moans, but it’s fucking impossible.

Sound carries in the night, and even though we’re a mile from the packhouse, werewolves have very sensitive ears.

The last thing I need is an audience for this.

“I thought you said this was your first time—oh, fuck! How are you so good at this?” I manage to gasp out between strangled groans.

His heated gaze locks onto mine.

His lips tighten around me, pulling off with an obscene pop.

I groan, long and low.

Carl smirks up at me. “P**n is a wonderful thing, my love—as are the dildos I’ve practiced on.”

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

My breath stutters.

He crawls up my body, littering kisses along my skin as he moves, and if I breathe any harder, I’m going to hyperventilate.

His next words are whispered against my lips.

“Lay down, love. Put your hands on the back of my head. I want to feel your cock hit the back of my throat with each thrust.”

My entire body shudders.

I devour his mouth, kissing him like I need him to breathe, hands tangling in his hair. He meets my ferocity with his own, kissing me just as desperately, just as hungrily.

For several long, incredible minutes, we lose ourselves in each other—tongues clashing, lips bruising, gasping for air only to dive back in.

But eventually, he pulls away.

We’re both dazed, panting.

He presses a hand to my chest, gently pushing me back.

I let him.

I trust him.

I settle against the ground, propping my head up on my balled-up shirt and shorts so I can watch him.

Carl moves lower, his lips trailing fire down my stomach.

I run my fingers through his hair, tugging slightly as I pull him down on me.

The second his lips wrap around my cock, I lose my fucking mind.

My hips snap up, rolling into his mouth, and any hope I had of keeping quiet is completely gone.

“Richard—oh fuck, baby—Richard, that feels so damn good.”

His hands brace against the ground on either side of my hips, letting me use him however I want.

His name spills out of my mouth, over and over, just like the river rushing over the waterfall beside us.

Cum in my mouth. I need to taste you.

His voice echoes through my mind, low and thick through the mate bond.

Shit.

That does it.

I can’t hold back.

“I’m cumming, Richard! I’m cumming!”

My voice is wrecked, strangled as the most intense orgasm of my life rips through me.

I push Carl down onto my cock as I spurt in his mouth, groaning deep and low as I shudder beneath him.

When I finally let go, he coughs and gags a little, but he’s grinning.

Tears line his lashes, his face flushed, his chest heaving for breath—and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

I fall back, staring at the stars above us.

“Fuck, babe. That was amazing.”

Carl crawls up my body again, kneeling above me.

I watch, mesmerized, as he slowly peels off his shirt, shorts, and boxers.

Holy hell.

His body is perfection—strong, defined muscle, smooth golden skin.

And his cock…

Thicker than mine, a little longer, already leaking at the tip.

It’s not the first time I’ve seen him naked—we’re shifters, it happens.

But it’s the first time I’ve seen him like this.

Hard. Needy. Looking at me like he’s going to devour me.

And I would gladly let him.

He leans down, licking the sweat from my neck up to my jaw.

My back arches beneath him.

His lips move to my ear, nipping, teasing.

“I want to be inside you.”

Yes. Fucking yes.

“Goddess, yes! Let me get my shorts.” I scramble blindly.

Carl’s lips close around my nipple, sucking.

I whimper.

“Stop distracting me!” I plead, but make no effort to push him away.

“There’s lube in my pocket.”

He pauses, tilting his head. “Why the hell do you have lube in your pocket?”

A little embarrassed, I mutter, “I was planning on needing some alone time being around you tonight.”

Carl stares at me.

Then—he fucking loses it.

Laughter explodes out of him, gut-wrenching, stomach-holding, tear-inducing laughter.

“Fuck off!” I shove him, but he rolls onto his back, still laughing.

Then he reaches up, grabs the back of my neck, and pulls me down into a kiss.

At first, he’s still chuckling against my lips, but it quickly fades into moans and desperate hands.

“I want you,” he whispers, gripping my ass.

I shudder.

“Help me get ready.” I press the lube into his chest.

Carl flips me onto my back, settling between my legs.

He pops the cap with his teeth, then grins.

Impatient as ever.

“Someone’s eager,” I tease.

“Of course I am. I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember.”

He spreads my legs, lube-slick fingers circling my hole.

“And nothing…”

One finger slides inside, slow, deliberate.

“Will keep me…”

A second joins the first, stretching, teasing.

“From what I want.”

A third finger.

I moan, my cock fully hard again, precum beading at the tip.

Carl’s hand wraps around my cock, stroking me in time with his fingers.

I push back against his hand, needing more.

“You’re so tight,” he breathes. “I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”

He pulls his fingers out, lining himself up.

His gaze locks onto mine, waiting.

I grab him by the neck, pulling him closer.

“Look at me while you fuck me.”

Carl groans, his cock twitching against me.

Then, he thrusts inside.

I gasp, the stretch bordering on pain, the pleasure stealing my breath.

He stills, panting, then kisses me, deep and slow.

“Goddess, love,” he whispers against my lips. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

His hips pull back—then slam forward.

My entire body trembles.

And then we lose ourselves completely.