Her Werewolf Lover: Michael and Samantha (The Macconwood Pack Tales #15)

Chapter 16

O f all the reactions Michael was expecting when he told Samantha the truth about himself and what she was to him, watching as the love of his life fell down in a fit of laughter was not one of them.

“Samantha, I’m being serious,” he tried again, but she was slapping her hand against the floor and laughing so hard she was wheezing.

“Yeah, right. Okay, Fido. Do you do tricks?” she asked.

“You asked for this,” he said, growling and allowing his Wolf to take over.

A familiar wave of magic hummed across his skin as he took off his clothes and kicked off his boots. Michael called his Wolf forward, allowing the dark furred beast to take over his flesh.

His change was fast and almost one hundred percent pain free. His gaze sharpened, as did his hearing and sense of smell. Samantha’s whimpers and the tangy scent of fear tainted her natural vanilla musk.

“Oh! Geezus! Fuck!”

Samantha scrambled backwards until her back hit the bed. He huffed a breath and padded over to her, lying down low so she would not be so afraid. He did not want that. He would never hurt his mate.

“Whoa, you really are a Werewolf,” she said, sounding amazed.

Samantha reached out with shaky hands and touched his muzzle. Then she grew bolder, petting his head, his ears, and his back. It felt so good. His Wolf’s chest rumbled, practically purring under his mate’s caresses.

That was about all of that he could take. His body shimmered with magic, and Michael swapped fur for skin.

Samantha’s hands froze as what was once fur was now flesh. Now, of course, he did not want to scare her. He would never hurt her. But his mate needed to listen to what he was saying .

“This is not a joke. Supernaturals exist. I am one. A Wolf Shifter, or Werewolf, if you prefer. And you, my sexy little Sunshine, are my mate. You are the other half of my soul, quite literally. And I have been waiting a lifetime for you,” he said, ending his speech on his knees between her splayed legs.

“Michael,” she said his name reverently, touching her fingers to her lips as tears welled in her hazel eyes.

“No crying, my love. You fit me so perfectly. I need you. Never want you to cry,” he told her.

“Oh, Michael,” she repeated, reaching for him.

He hummed appreciatively as he grabbed her hips, dragging her towards him. When she went upstairs to shower and change after the fire incident, she’d put on loose pants and one of those snug little tops that she wore without a bra.

He didn’t bother with formalities. Merely ripped the cotton to shreds, baring her for him.

“Oh God,” she whimpered as he tweaked her nipples.

“See how ready you are for me, Sunshine? This body knows who it belongs to,” he growled and drove his tongue into her mouth.

“What about Maya, the crew, your aunt?” she asked, but it didn’t stop her from crushing her body to him and trying to rub her slick little pussy against his shaft.

“They can’t hear us. I soundproofed this room,” he said, the growl in his chest building.

“I feel it. Your chest. That gold in your eyes. I mean, I think the laughter was a bit of hysterics. Michael, I’m afraid to believe you,” she confessed, meeting his gaze bravely.

Christ, he was so proud of her. His soft, sensuous mate had such a sweet, caring heart. Such a tremendous kindness in her soul.

“You didn’t deserve the hurts you were afforded, Sunshine. I am sorry about your past relationships, but I am not them. I am not Gary. You won’t get games with me. I need you, Samantha. My Wolf needs you. I live to see to your happiness,” he said, and felt her submission as she started to believe his words.

Fuck. It was the headiest kind of seduction. Knowing she was falling for him as he’d already done with her.

“Come here, Mate. Let me have you,” Michael said, lifting her then nudging her down on the king sized bed.

He thanked God in that moment the curtains were opened, and the glow of the low hanging autumn sun allowed him to see all of her. Head back, lips parted, eyes glazed, Samantha looked every bit the goddess.

He kneeled in front of her, ready to pay homage. Completely in her thrall, his Wolf snarled aloud.

Sam’s eyes widened.

“Y-you have fur on your face,” she whispered, and he nodded.

“My Wolf can’t wait. Last time I claimed you without your knowledge. This time he wants your agreement,” he growled, sounding more animal than human.

“I want you to do that,” she started.

“Do what?” he asked, canting his head.

“I want you to claim me, Michael. I want to be yours.”

“You. Are. Mine,” he said, sounding every bit the possessive monster he was.

Michael moved faster than a normal could, lifting her legs over his shoulders, kneading the sensitized flesh of her inner thighs along the way.

Samantha gasped, arching her back. He worked his tongue up those long silky thighs, his hot breath left her gasping.

“So sweet, so wet,” he said and sucked on her sweet vanilla scented sex .

“My God!”

“Not God. Michael. Call my name when I claim you, Mate.”

“Michael! Yes. please,” she moaned.

He circled the edge of her pussy, licking along the rim, and sliding his lips lightly over her needy little clit.

“I can’t wait to fill you, Mate. Need that pussy squeezing my cock,” he told her blatantly.

Michael clutched at her hips, lifting her off the bed as he fell face first into her hot sex. Samantha moaned loudly, and it was music to his ears as he ate her like the big bad Wolf he was.

His cock pulsed, growing harder than he’d ever felt. In another second, cum was liable to burst from him before he even got near her sweet cunt.

Shit.

He focused on her pleasure to distract him. Sucking on her sweet vanilla honey center was like drinking ambrosia from the heavens themselves.

No other woman had ever felt like this. He could hardly think. All he wanted was her. To sink into her flesh. To feel her wet warmth surrounding him. To become one with her.

Only her.

Always her .

“Oh m-my, my Michael!”

Tremors traveled through her body, and he relished every single one. She was close now. So fucking close. And he needed her there so he could fill her with his cock and sink his teeth into her skin.

Samantha moaned again as his tongue lapped at her swollen bud.

Michael reached down and unbuckled his jeans, pushing them out of the way as he gripped his dick. He gave himself a squeeze just as she peaked.

Then he reared up, spread her legs wide, and pushed all the way inside her with one hard thrust.

“Fuck,” the growl left him before he could contain it.

Samantha’s cunt squeezed him. Pulling the cum right out of his balls as he worked in and out of her with hard, punishing thrusts. He licked two of his fingers, slid them between their bodies and strummed her clit, greedy for her orgasm to drag on.

Sweat dripped down his back. The sounds of their flesh slapping against one another were loud and lewd and oh so fucking delicious.

“Ohhh,” she moaned, clutching at his shoulders.

Michael saw stars. He leaned over and sucked on her neck, finding the place he’d already marked her. Then, as she started to convulse, he struck, biting down and joining her in ultimate pleasure.

Still, he moved, flexing his hips and emptying himself completely inside her tight pussy. His body twitched, his cock jerking still. On and on, their orgasms went, and he followed them, determined to wring out every drop of pleasure.

Minutes later, he dropped all his weight on her. Michael knew he should move, but not yet. He could scarcely breathe never mind think. It didn’t matter. All he had to do was feel.

“So, do I get a Wolf too?” her tiny voice asked.

“No. You were born human, and you will remain human. But you get bonuses. Like some of my healing abilities and my preternaturally longer life, a psychic bond, and it already looks like you’ve adopted some of my hearing sense. Mates share things like that, and with fated mates we are even more blessed.”

“Really? How?” she asked, wonder in her tone and sparkling in the amber swirls surrounding her pretty hazel eyes.

“Sometimes, fated mates can speak telepathically. If you close your eyes, maybe you can see the bond connecting us. Maybe you feel it, too. Like a rope tied around us, warm and hot and heavy. ”

“Oh my God! I do, it’s so beautiful, Michael,” she said, and when her eyes opened, tears spilled down her cheeks.

“Shh, I got you,” Michael whispered, kissing away the moisture and rolling his hips.

Samantha moaned, undulating against him, and fuck he was hard again.

“That’s impossible,” she murmured against his shoulder.

He grinned, lifting his head and cupping her sweet face.

“Not for me, Sunshine, Not for us,” he said, and kissed her.

“Sorry I was fast before. This time will be slower,” he promised.

“That was fast?”

“Oh, Sunshine, you have no idea how much fun we’re going to have. Now open up and let me in,” he said, lifting her hips and sliding deeper than ever before.