Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

Merrik

Her flavor turns sweeter as her body sags back to the floor and honey flows out of her. More and more. My wolf is just as addicted as my human self is. I take her by the hips so I can lift her closer to my mouth and take more of that sweet cream with my tongue. It also has the double purpose of spreading her wider without me having to use my hands.

I push the tip of my tongue inside her tight pussy and confirm what I already knew. She's never been with anyone. Even if she had I would have kept her as my own as if nothing ever happened. Just like Annie's mom, a wolf would never turn their mate away. But Piper has never even fooled around. It was written all over her face when she started to cum for me. She was genuinely shocked by what was happening, what she was experiencing.

The taste of her innocence is also prevalent and when I push my tongue inside her pussy, there is no doubt what I am licking. I retract the muscle from her narrow passage and lick up to her clit again. Over time though, I find myself drifting back to the tight opening and push the tip of my tongue inside her again making sure I spread her walls wide but not enough to tear her hymen. I don't want to take her sweet cherry that way…no matter how tempting.

"M…Merrik! God, please…please…I can't…"

I push her open wider, getting her ready for me in this small simple way. I hold her hips tight and then…I growl sending the sound through her. She cries out and goes stiff in my arms before her sweet pussy floods my mouth with sticky cream. The taste, the sound of her crying out her release, and the feel of her milking my tongue like she'll milk my cock has my wolf coming close to the surface and I don't try to stop him when my teeth elongate, and I bite down on the top of her mound. The mating bite.

Piper screams as her whole body shakes in convulsions stronger than any I have given her so far. The mating bite always elicits an orgasm out of the mate being bitten and a lot of wolves will bite one another many times to send their loved one to complete and total ecstasy.

Her pussy weeps with release as she pulsates around emptiness, but my bite isn't just a claim. It's a promise to send her to this state many, many times throughout our lives, a promise to fill her full and leave her completely satisfied. I lick over the wound closing it and then come up her bare body taking a second to stop and lick each nipple before I bring my lips to hers.

She doesn't kiss me back because she came so hard that she's passed out but I want to kiss her, to share the flavor of her so she realizes I'm not the only one who made my mark. I am marked by her just as surely as she is marked by me. I will wake up every morning and make sure her essence is painted all over my body, so everyone understands who I belong to! She will never have to wonder if others will know because I will make sure they all do.

My ears pick up on footsteps coming up the stairs and I cover my mate's naked body so no one can see her. We are both covered in so much cum, hers and mine, and barely dressed that the people coming closer are in serious danger of me attacking them for even being able to scent her like this. I let out a deadly snarl and the footsteps stop.

The twins.

I know it's them before they come any closer. I can also tell they are trying to figure out if they should speak or just turn around and walk away.

"Not trying to start anything, Merrik. Realize you have your girl with you." Another snarl is ripped from my throat. "We just want you to know what we found. We thought it might be important, that's all."

Damn! Damn! Damn!

Chasing after my mate and claiming her had me completely forgetting about the killer roaming our town. The killer who came way too close to my mate when she tripped over the latest victim while running from Doyle.

"I'll be down shortly. Meet in the kitchen."

"Okay, man. We'll be in the kitchen."

I listen to the footsteps retreat and finally pull back from my mate. She's still out of it, her breathing even and a smile tipping the corners of her mouth. She is…utterly perfect. I nuzzle into her neck before I lift her from the floor and carry her back to our bedroom. I hate to chain or cuff her to the bed so instead I use the softest material I have and rip it into pieces before wrapping it around her wrists and then the headboard.

She'll be pissed when she regains consciousness and finds out I tied her to my bed, but I can't be worried she will try to leave me and still focus on the things I have to think about with the twins. My wolf won't leave her until he's fully mated with her. Knowing she is right upstairs doesn't make him the happiest, but it pacifies him well enough that he will leave her to do his job as the community's alpha.

I have just hours to track this bastard down and stop him before the blood moon rises and the only thing I will be doing then, is making love to my mate over and over again. With that in mind, I call Annie for help.