Accidentally Wolf (9 page)

After he scanned the area, he
allowed the shift to overcome him on his back deck. His mate’s safety was his
number one concern, now more than ever. His home, like her clinic, had an
electronic sensor locking system, but they also had magic boundaries set up
that set off alarms. Thanks to the Fey, they’d stepped up their security
measures.

In his kitchen, Cora’s scent
changed from one of exhaustion, to a much earthier one that let him know she
liked his game. Zayn’s beast itched to howl, but he suppressed the urge. He
could hear the telltale sound of his mate in the tub.

His shirt was ripped in half with
little care. He stopped long enough to kick his boots out of the way and pull
his socks off. His jeans were barely given any more consideration than his top.
By the time he reached the bathroom, he was completely naked and his dick so
hard he could hammer nails.

He stopped next to the tub,
spellbound by the beautiful sight she made, her hair, a halo around her head.
Several candles he didn’t know he had were lit around the bay window, and she
looked so peaceful. He sighed.

“Are you just going to stand
there, or are you going to join me?” Cora opened her eyes. The green orbs
looked like emerald fire in the candle light.

Zayn grabbed his cock in one palm,
more than ready. “Why don’t you climb out of there and join me?” He reached for
the large bath towel over the heating rod, held it out for her and waited.

Cora used one hand to roll her
hair up and clipped it to the top of her head. He was always amazed at the
dexterity women had to do that, and then she stood.

His mate’s body glistened with
water and several suds that didn’t want to leave her delectable body. He envied
those bubbles.

“Fuck, you’re amazing.”

She smiled. “You’re the amazing
one.”

Zayn wrapped the towel around
Cora, and with ease, swung her up into his arms. Unable to wait another minute,
he kissed her, swallowing her gasp of surprise, He needed his woman, his Cora,
his accidental mate.

He carried Cora to their bed. To
him there could be no other option. Wherever Cora was, was where he wanted to
be. He put everything he felt into the kiss, telling her without words that she
was it for him.

He jerked the covers back, placed
Cora on the edge with her knees hanging over the side.

“What are you—?”

Zayn didn’t give her a chance to
finish her question. With less finesse and more than a little desperation, he
dropped to his knees on the floor. “This,” he muttered. He wedged his body
between her thighs, and lowered his head. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he
pumped one finger and then two into her tight channel, over and over again. The
walls of her pussy contracted around him, the sweet scent of his mate’s orgasm
washed over him. He loved the sounds she made, craved the taste of her sweet
cream on his lips.

His nuts were drawn up so tight he
was shocked they hadn’t erupted. He stood, his dick bouncing against his
stomach.

Cora had a slightly dazed look as
she stared at him. Her green eyed gaze dropped to his cock, and then she
smiled, licking her lips. His damn erection jumped in happy agreement, pre-cum
seeping from the tip.
“Another time, luv.
If you wrap
those gorgeous lips around me, I won’t last, and I want to be buried balls deep
in you when I come.”

She pouted, but scooted back on
the bed, moving to the middle. She spread her legs in open invitation.

Zayn moved to the end of the bed.
“Take the clip out of your hair,” he growled.

Her eyes narrowed, but she did as
he asked. He climbed on the bed, crawled up and stopped at her feet. Sitting
back on his heels, he kissed each foot and continued up her body, paying homage
to every part of her.

By the time he planted both arms
next to her head, Cora and he were both breathing hard. His entire body covered
hers, reminding him again how small and precious she was. She may be a werewolf
now, but she was still his to protect.

The head of his cock was lined up
to her opening, she was slick with her recent orgasm, but he still pushed
forward slowly, her body gradually giving him access. Zayn fought to go slow.
He wanted Cora to come around him before he gave into the urge to fuck her like
a
wildman
.

“You won’t hurt me, you know.”
Cora’s whispered words startled Zayn.

Zayn took a deep breath. “I just
want to love you like you deserve.”

She brushed her hands through his
hair. “You do.”

He touched his forehead to hers.
“I love you, Cora. You know that, right?”

“I love you too, Zayn.”

Zayn squeezed his eyes shut tight.
“Say it again.”

“I love you, too. Now if you don’t
move that fine ass of yours, I’m gonna go wolfey on you.”

He couldn’t stop the laugh that
escaped, nor prevent the tear that slipped from his closed eye. “Woman, you are
hard on my ego.”

Cora kissed him, and he moved,
slowly at first.

Love, his mate loved him.

She squeezed her inner muscles,
and Zayn swore he saw stars. He pulled his hips back and slammed forward, again
and again. She met him stroke for stroke, her back arched off the bed. The
sound of their bodies slapping together was music to his ears. With every
downward stroke, his balls hit her ass, his pelvis, and her clit, and she cried
out, arousing him even higher if possible. Zayn shifted his hands to entwine
with hers.

“Cora, come with me,” Zayn
whispered, driving his cock faster, deeper.

Warmth surrounded him.
Her pussy spasmed around him.
She cried out his name, her
orgasm milking him of his own. He thrust hard, gave a yell, and drove deep one
last time. His mate clung to him, her nipples stabbing into his chest. He held
her, never wanting to leave the comfort of her body.
“Ah, my
mate.”

The flex and release of his still
stiff dick inside of Cora pulsed, wanting more. His beast wasn’t done.

“You’re insatiable,” she teased.

He nuzzled her neck. The mark
where he’d bitten her was fading. He wanted to fully mate with Cora. “Will you
be my mate, Cora?”

“I thought I was?”

Zayn saw the way she mentally
pulled back from him. He’d respected her privacy, even though she hadn’t had
her walls up. “I know you’re my mate. When wolves mate it’s for life. There’s
no divorce for us, Cora. To make it permanent, it’s not just through words.”

He hated to see the fright on her
face. “Wolves are…we are very instinctual. Right now my scent is all over you,
but you could shower, and in time it would fade. If you agreed to be my mate,
then I would mark you, and you would mark me. The first bite Nolan gave you
would have done nothing had I not bit you the second time, and you bit me
creating the exchange that turned you. I knew you were mine, but still you
could choose to walk away, to find someone else.” He ran his finger over the
fading wound. “If you agree to be my mate, the mark wouldn’t fade like this.
Although to humans they would see nothing, to other shifters, it would be clear
that you were mine and vice versa.” He wanted to mark her for all to see, but
would be satisfied that at least other shifters would know she was his.

“How do we mark each other? Please
tell me it’s not like a dog marking his
territory,
because I’ll tell you right now, I am not okay with that at all.” Cora
shuddered.

Zayn flexed his hips. “Woman, we
are not dogs.
Wolves.
We are wolves.”

“Did you know that all dogs come
from wolves?”

He rolled his eyes. “Okay, I give,
but no, we don’t mark that way. I would bite you here again,” he licked between
where the neck and shoulder met. “And you would bite me too.” At her confused
expression he continued. “When the time comes, your fangs will drop, and you’ll
instinctually know what to do.” He hoped.

“Before you mate with me, you need
to know about my family. I don’t come from the best of the lot. My mom was
great, but my dad was a womanizer and a drug dealer. He cheated on her all the
time, and one day he screwed over the wrong guy or guys.
Long
story short.”
She took a deep breath. “A bigger drug dealer came to my
parents’ home while I was away at school and decided to get rid of the
competition. My dad, however, wasn’t at home.”

“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry.” Zayn
rolled their bodies. Making love to Cora took a backseat to holding her while
she cried for her mother.

“Anyway, when my dad came home he
found the message left for him, cleaned out his
stuff,
and called the police. Next thing I know, he’s moved his
latest whore into my mother’s home. I came home one weekend and packed a box of
my mother’s things and never looked back.” Cora tucked her head under his chin.

Zayn held her tighter. “Where’s
your dad now?”

She laughed without humor. “The
whore
he moved into my mom’s house
actually turned state’s evidence against him. He was sent to prison for dealing
drugs and gun charges soon after. He was killed in a prison riot a couple years
later.”

“Son of a bitch,
baby.”
Zayn couldn’t imagine the pain she must feel at the loss. He,
Niall, and Jett only left their old pack because they knew their mates weren’t
there. They always knew they could go home anytime.

“So, do you still want to mate
with me?”

Using his index finger, he lifted
her face to his. “Honey, you could be Charlie Manson’s daughter, and I’d still
want you to be my mate. However, he wouldn’t be invited for Christmas dinner,”
he joked.

A small smile appeared. “Are you
sure? You said this was permanent, so you can’t just up and leave right? Or
decide you want someone else?”

Uncertainty glimmered in her green
eyes.

Zayn rolled them, pinned her
beneath him. “Cora, it’s not the same for us as humans. Like I said, when we
mate, it’s for life. I’ll never feel this way for another. My wolf and I will
never want another as long as there is still breath in your body. Our main
objectives in life are to keep you safe, happy, and satisfied. Everything else
we will work on. Right now, how about I work on the latter?” He rolled his
hips.

She quivered under him, her body
already primed.

They soared together with him
buried deep inside her exactly where he wanted to be, his name flew from her
lips, followed by the word
Mate.

“Okay.” Cora turned her head.

Frozen in place, he stared at her
exposed neck. Did she mean what he thought she meant? “Does this mean you want
to mate with me? This is for life. ‘Till death do us part’ is not just words,
Cora.”

Tears swam in her eyes. “Are you
having second thoughts?

“Fuck, no,” Zayn swore. He licked
the precious area. Her shiver was an allover body shake. His fangs dropped
down, ready to claim her. He wrapped his lips over the tendon, sucked, and then
let his teeth sink
in,
knowing the enzymes from his
bite wouldn’t cause her any pain, just the opposite.

Cora shuddered, and he held her in
place while he pulled his teeth out, and licked the small wound. Her inner
muscles flexing made him smile.

“Oh my God.
I had no idea it would feel
soooo
…” She trembled.

Zayn couldn’t help but agree. His
own dick was ready to explode.
“Your turn.”
He turned
his head to give her better access to his neck.

“What if I do it wrong?”

Had she been able to, he was sure
she’d be wringing her hands. “Cora, love, you won’t. Let your wolf guide you.”
He dropped onto his left forearm to hold most of his weight and held her head
in his right palm. With his head turned, he guided her to his neck.

The feel of her moist breath made
his dick jerk inside her tight sheath. Without warning, she struck. His wolf
howled. His hips jerked. His cock grew thicker, if possible. He held her to him
as he moved, unable to control himself. He knew, had she been human, she would
be bruised from his frantic movements, but as a shifter, the bruises would be
gone by morning. The mating bond snapped in place and all sense of taking
things slow left him.

Cora met every slam of his body
into her with one of her own, until they were both shuddering and moaning. Zayn
floated on a sea of pleasure with his mate under him. He nearly collapsed on
top of Cora, but turned with their bodies still joined.

With Cora lying on top of him, he
lay in silence for what seemed like forever, simply enjoying holding his mate.

“Love you, my accidental wolf.”

“And I love you, my wolfey.”

Zayn laughed at her absurd
nickname, content with his mate.

*The End*

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