Chapter 23

With Mandy's scent now permeating every corner of my house, and lingering on the sheets where I held her down, my wolf is far more settled.

His mate is nearby.

She likes me, enjoyed what happened between us, and wants to do it again, even though she's mad about me revealing her location to Weston.

I've managed a few hours of restful sleep; between that and her blood, I feel better than I have in a long time. Her arousal still hangs in the air, and my cock aches for her. Reaching down, I grip it hard and moan, stroking my hard length. Cursing, I'm tempted to relieve the ache myself but I know it won't compare to the real thing.

Soon. We'll have her soon.

Cracking my eyes open, I blink groggily at the large window. It's still dark outside. Mandy won't be up yet, but I itch to speak with her. I'll need to leave early today, and, before I go, I want to make sure she knows I'm only doing this for her. That I wouldn't put her in danger if I hadn't thought this through properly.

There's no other way.

Sighing, I go to roll onto my back, jumping when something soft and warm behind me blocks me: Mandy. My heart pounds in my chest, and I lie still, afraid to disturb her as she breathes, shallow and even, her warm breath tickling the back of my neck. With a plaintive little mewl, she wriggles closer, throwing a leg over my thigh and burrowing a small hand under the covers to rest on my bare stomach, inches from my rock-hard erection.

Fucking hell. Her hand feels like it's on fire, or maybe that's me. Her sleepy sighs as she snuggles in close are heaven. When she shifts so her cheek rests on my chest, I feel like a king. I imagine waking up each morning like this, with the woman I love tucked up against me, safe in my arms. I can barely dare to hope it might soon be like this every day.

I let my fingers trail over the exposed, silky-soft skin of her shoulder and down to her clavicle. The thought of marking that creamy skin with my teeth, more permanently than the two tiny dots on her perfect throat, is enticing. An overwhelming urge to claim her takes hold, and it's all consuming. My dick reacts, straining to reach her and ready to go, even more enthusiastic when Mandy's fingers start to play with the line of hair leading from my navel down to my pubic bone.

I watch her carefully for any signs that she's awake and toying with me, but her eyes are still closed. As those fingers wander lower, teasing and tickling me as her hand skims over my bare skin, dangerously close to my cock, which twitches at her nearness.

She's definitely fast asleep. Scrubbing my hand down over my face, I curse, trying to dredge up the willpower to be a better man. Because it's so fucking tempting to pretend I don't know what's going on here as she grinds her pussy against the outside of my leg and moans softly.

Lying as stiff as a board while she continues to rub her swollen clit against me, I groan, my claws ripping my sheets as her drenched panties paint her scent on my thigh. She's marking me, branding me as hers with every roll of her hips.

Pressing my head back into my pillow, I bury my fists into my eye sockets, gritting my teeth. Her hand touches my cock, and she leisurely drags one index finger from the base all the way up to the head, now dripping pre-cum. She traces the thick, bulging vein that's rapidly pumping all the blood from my brain to my groin, putting my cock firmly in charge.

When she wraps her silky palm around me, I jerk upright and grab her arm to stop her before this gets out of hand.

"Okay, okay. That's enough," I hiss, gently pulling her hand off me and trying to roll her away from me.

Pouting in annoyance, Mandy's full lips stick out, just asking to be bitten. It's beyond cute that she's annoyed I've taken my cock away.

She stubbornly resists my attempts to move her, somehow managing to manoeuvre her way on top of me. Her hips straddle mine, and her pussy rests exactly where I'd want it if she were wide awake and willing. Perky breasts brush my chest as she rocks forward, purring as she . I long to dip my head and suck a pebbled nippled into my mouth.

"Mandy?" I whisper.

Reaching up, I wrap my fingers around her hips, meaning to lift her off me, but her hands land on top of mine, holding them in place as she rocks harder over my length, encouraging me to direct her movements just how I'd like it.

Groaning loudly, my hips thrust upwards of their own accord, the willpower of a wolf who's found his unmarked mate in his bed is only so strong.

"Fuck! Yes, take what you need."

I squeeze my eyes shut as Mandy digs her pearly white teeth into her bottom lip and lets her head fall back, a look of unashamed joy on her face as she bucks against me. Her long fingers spread on my stomach for balance as she speeds up her movements.

"Tyson, please," she whispers, begs, a sharp gasp passing her lips as she finds the perfect spot and grinds down harder. "That feels so good."

Her fingers move my shoulders as she falls forward, changing the angle and rubbing her clit against me. She clings to me, nipples grazing my chest as she moves, moaning breathlessly.

Still holding her around her the waist, feeling her every move, I try to force myself to stop her, but she's just too fucking sexy. And this is everything I've dreamed of for seventeen long years.

Who am I to say no to my mate? If she wants to use me to get off, it would be rude to ruin her fun. The thought of her coming like this, taking what she wants from me, has me biting my tongue to stop the filthy words I want to say from tumbling out of my mouth.

When she leans forward and kisses me, nibbling my bottom lip and my along my jaw, I stretch my arms over my head and grip the headboard hard. It's the only way I can stop myself from flipping us and throwing her underneath me.

I should wake her, but she's sleep-walking? Or sleep-sexing? I've heard that it's bad to wake someone when they're in this state.

It's not that I can't bring myself to end this.

Eyes still shut, I jerk when her hot tongue licks a path down my chest, and her hands slide up over my torso, caressing every dip and ridge, and onto my shoulders. She slides along my body, every luscious inch of her pressed to me.

I can't decide whether this is heaven or hell when she reaches back and strokes my balls as she continues to roll her hips, kissing a blazing trail up my neck toward my ear.

"Take me, Tyson. Fuck me." Mandy's sultry voice in my ear has my body bucking, desperate to do what she asks, but the last threads of rational thought keep my hands locked firmly in place.

Shaking my head back and forth, I remind myself why I can't do what she's asking, even if her words are the most tempting thing I've heard.

She's not herself. She's not in her right mind.

If she was mad before, imagine how pissed-off she'll be if she wakes up naked in my bed with no recollection of what went on. And my cum dripping down her thighs.

But most of all, I don't trust myself not to mark her if I finally get to bury my cock inside. And when I fuck her and mark her, I want to be damn sure she remembers it forever.

Keeping my lips tightly sealed, I turn my mouth away, covering my extended canines, as she moves in closer. Her pulse calls to me, inches from my teeth as she continues to nibble and kiss her way down my other side, all the while rubbing her slick cunt over my aching cock. Her moans become little pants as she nears her climax and she rolls her hips faster, her fingers dropping between us to add to the sensations.

"Yes!" she cries out, fingers digging into my skin as she falls apart, mouth open and begging to be filled. I feel her shake, trembling with each pulse of her orgasm as she comes on me, her tight pussy pressed against my throbbing cock. "I'm yours Tyson. Take me."

A guttural sound erupts from me at those magical words, and my hands fly from the cracked wood to wrap around her back. In one swift movement, I lift her and blur across the hall. After depositing her back in her own bed, I stand back, chest heaving, pressing myself to the far wall.

Lights dance in front of my eyes and my entire body trembles with the effort of not giving in.

Mandy merely frowns sleepily, stretching an arm across the empty space beside her, her fingers sweeping up and down, looking for me. When she grumbles, displeased by my absence, I'm initially smug, knowing that while it's killing me not to take her now, it won't be long.

All smugness vanishes quickly when she rolls to her back and slips a hand under the covers. From the movement of the sheets, I can tell when she presses two fingers inside her tight cunt.

"Need you, Tyson," she mumbles, clearly not fully satisfied by the release she just had.

"Oh, come on!" I whimper, watching through my fingers as her hand starts to move under the thin cotton, in and out, and her mouth opens in a gasp of ecstasy. Unable to help myself, I move closer and peel back the sheet so I can see exactly what she's doing.

Her glistening fingers slide in and out of her perfect pussy, lips pink and swollen and I fall to my knees. The scent of her arousal hits me and my cock jerks, now copiously leaking fluid from the tip as I watch her pleasuring herself.

Fuck, so fucking good. I can still remember how soft she was around my fingers, her luscious channel wet and ready for me. I rub my aching cock through my boxers, trying to get some relief against this agony.

"Tyson," Mandy mutters, sounding breathy and oh so sexy. "More. I need more."

My mate needs more. Her hand reaches out in my direction, and, even though I know she's still asleep, I can't stop myself from taking it. I stand there, holding her hand, while she pumps those two fingers inside her tight pussy harder and faster. She twists, giving me the perfect view and I sag forward, my elbows hitting the mattress, putting my face inches from her body.

I watch in rapt fascination as her slick fingers curl and stroke.

Leaning over, I curse myself for being so weak as I dart my tongue out to lick over her neglected clit. She tastes like honey, and I groan, palming my stiff cock again and letting my eyes close as her flavour drowns out all of my other senses.

"Tyson, yes!" she cries out and squeezes my hand harder, writhing with pleasure as she rubs her thighs together.

Fuck. Fuck. I can't stop. I do it again, this time sucking her clit into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue. Mandy gasps and her hand flies out, her fingers burying themselves in my hair and holding me in place.

This is bad, but then I've never pretended to be a good person. And I might be charging off to my death tomorrow, so I deserve a break.

Dipping my head I stroke her with my tongue again once, twice, three times, and that's enough, she grinds my face against her. Stroking myself with a firm grip now, I groan, loving how much she's enjoying this. Enjoying me.

When I flatten my tongue and rub it hard over her, she comes with a loud whimper, her back arching and pushing those perfect small breasts up into the air.

That's enough to finish me off and I come, spilling into my hand with a loud groan as I watch her squirm on the bed, riding each aftershock out with a roll of her hips.

Her fingers slip from her body but before she can pull them away, I catch her hand and suck them clean, catching every last drop of her juices with my tongue.

With a soft smile, she strokes my scalp before letting go of my hair. Her body goes limp, and she relaxes into the sheets, a content smile on her face as rolls over and goes still, falling back into a deep sleep once more.

I'm going to hell. I'm definitely going to hell for that one.

But it was one-hundred-percent worth it.