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  Aiden moves his mouth from mine down to my neck, one hand squeezing the back of my neck as he nips across my collarbone and the sensitive skin at my throat. He pauses there and bites me gently and it makes my whole body tingle with lust. He makes a low growling sound deep in his throat again, as though he’s part animal as well as all man. There’s something almost feral about him and it seems to awaken a matching need in me that’s almost primal.

  The hand at my neck slides down and round my ribs to run over my breasts and even through the fabric of my cotton blouse my nipples ache unbearably, my breasts heavy and throbbing for his touch. Slowly he kisses down from my collarbone to the V between my breasts that just shows above my breasts and without thinking I curl a hand into his hair and arch my back, pushing myself towards him. I want his mouth on my body.

  Aiden starts to unbutton my blouse with an expert hand and I help him get me out of it, flinging it onto the table behind us. He looks down at me and his eyes darken as he runs his hands over the cups of my bra. Thankfully I’ve put nice underwear on; cream lace that pushes my boobs up to their full roundness, and I see the approval in his eyes as he pulls the cups down and my breasts bounce free into his hands.

  “You’ve got a beautiful set of tits,” he says in a rough voice as he bends his head and takes one into his mouth. His crude words and the feel of his rough lips on my soft skin make me moan and I squeeze my thighs together in an effort to appease the now insistent throbbing between my legs. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra and in a second it’s on the dining room floor and both my breasts are in his hands, crushed together as he licks and sucks at both nipples in turn, teasing me until I cry out. The touch of his lips sends electric shocks through my whole body and I wonder if it’s possible to orgasm just from this, without him even touching my pussy.

  Again I tell myself I have to stop before this goes too far. But I don’t want to. I want it to go as far as it can possibly go. But I know it’s not fair to not tell him. But I just can’t seem to form the words as the sensations in my body grow and overwhelm me with lust, flooding my whole body with need. He suddenly pulls back and looks at me and I wonder if he’s read my mind and I want to tell him not to stop touching me, but then his hand goes to the waistband of my jeans and he says something that makes my knees buckle with longing.

  “I want you in my mouth,” he says roughly. “I want to taste your pussy on my lips and your juices on my tongue.” I can only whimper and nod in response; unable to find the words but knowing there’s no way I’m going to tell him to stop now.

  “Tell me that’s what you want,” he says, his voice insistent. “Yes,” I gasp. It’s all I can manage, but it seems to be enough. He drops to his knees in front of me and starts to unbutton my jeans while kissing and nibbling at my belly. I don’t even try to suck it in...the way he looks at me and touches me makes me feel sexy as hell.

  I blush as he starts to roll my jeans down over my hips, revealing panties that match my bra and he pauses and glances up at me, sensing my shyness.

  “Is this all right?” There’s a sudden flash of vulnerability in his eyes that just makes him even hotter.

  “Yes,” I say again, and then manage to find my voice. “It’s just that I haven’t done this before.”

  He looks shocked, but he doesn’t pull away or look at me like I’m weird. In fact, the way his eyes darken and narrow I could swear he’s even more turned on.

  “You’ve never let anyone go down on you? I’ll be the first one?” I nod, realizing he doesn’t understand that this isn’t the only thing I’ve never done before. I go to tell him, but he speaks first, his voice deep and low.

  “You have no idea how fucking sexy that is. I want you to be all mine Aisling.”

  I gasp in shock and I can’t stop myself from grinning even though I tell myself it’s just sweet nothings and he can’t possibly mean it literally. We’ve only just met.

  He tugs at my jeans and I let him slide them down my legs, slip off my sneakers and step out of jeans. He kisses the mound of my pussy softly through my damp panties and I whimper as he presses his face against the thin material and inhales deeply.

  “You smell beautiful,” he groans and starts to slide my panties down, stopping to nibble at my inner thighs, which by now are damp with my juices. I step out of my panties and instinctively widen my legs as he starts to kiss back up inside them, sliding his hands up my thighs as he goes. He cups and squeezes the cheeks of my ass with his hand and then in one swift movement he stands up, lifting me up and sitting me on the edge of the table. I gasp as he pushes my thighs apart and then kneels back down so that he’s in between my legs. I arch my back and tip my head back as I feel his breath on my clit. My pussy is throbbing, deep inside me, tightening my lower body. When his tongue finally flicks expertly against my clit I cry out. His hands knead my thighs and he takes my clit in his mouth, sucking gently.

  “That feels so good,” I pant. I’m totally lost in the moment now, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure that gathers at the very core of my body. This is way better than my hand. He parts my lips with his fingers gently and moves his mouth down, kissing my pussy while rubbing the pad of his thumb over my clit. I want him inside me so badly that I can’t think straight. I’m pushing my hips towards him and he slows down, deliberately teasing me. In response I bury my hand in his hair, tugging at it in frustration and I hear him chuckle deep in his throat.

  “Aiden, please,” I whimper, any sense of embarrassment gone. I feel completely wanton now, abandoning myself to the moment. I don’t care anymore that it’s my first time and that I’m worried he’s too big and it will hurt. In this moment I don’t care...I want to feel him inside me, pushing his way into me and owning my body. Making me his.

  He closes his mouth around my clit again and uses his tongue harder and faster, driving me towards the edge. I can feel the peak coming closer and closer and I almost scream in frustration when he pulls back and looks up at me from between my legs, his mouth glistening with my juices.

  “Are you going to cum for me Aisling?” he says in a low, sexy voice and all I can do is gasp and nod. He gives me a wicked smile before burying his face between my legs again and I lie back, gripping the edge of the table.

  He picks up his pace and within a few minutes I’m there, at the edge. I scream out as I tip over it and climax, feeling a gush of wetness between my legs as the waves of my orgasm shudder through my body with an almost unbearable intensity. It seems to go on forever and when I finally lie back, spent and panting, my whole body feels limp and heavy.

  Aiden stands up and looks down at me with a mix of tenderness and triumph on his face. I smile lazily up at him, feeling warm and fuzzy now from the afterglow of my orgasm.

  “That was amazing,” I tell him. “I never knew that could feel so good.”

  He smiles and reaches a hand out to me, pulling me to a sitting up position, then he pulls me into his arms and kisses the top of my head, such an oddly sweet gesture it surprises me.

  He runs his hands through my hair and tugs at it, tipping my head back so I’m looking up at him. It’s a gentle movement but at the same time it feels almost like he’s claiming me. Like I’m truly his.

  Aiden leans down and kisses me and the scent of my own body on his lips turns me on. I can feel my clit start to throb again and my nipples stiffening. His hand goes to my pussy, while with the other he takes my hand and presses it to the front of his jeans, where his cock feels like it’s ready to explode through the material. I stroke the shape of him tentatively and he groans loudly. He starts to slip his fingers inside me and I feel my pussy contract around him at the unfamiliar sensation. He stops and frowns at me, a question in his eyes that I know I can no longer get out of answering.

  “Aisling,” he says, sounding shocked, “When you said you hadn’t done this before...”

  His voice trails off as I nod. I blush, unable to meet his eyes, wondering if this is where the bubble bursts. Never
having had oral is one thing, but what is a hunk like Aiden going to want with a virgin? For a moment I wish this had never started rather than having him reject me now.

  “Yes, I meant all of it,” I clarify. “I’m a virgin. I’m sorry,” I add, not sure what I’m apologizing for.

  Aiden doesn’t answer and I take a deep breath and look at him, wondering what I’m about to see.

  His expression isn’t what I expect. He gazes down at me with what is unmistakably desire, and the wide smile on his face tells me all I need to know.

  Chapter Six

  Aiden

  No way. She’s a fecking virgin.

  I can’t quite believe it. She’s so sexy I assumed there would be plenty of men lurking around, with at least one boyfriend or two in her past. I know Tommy has kept her relatively sheltered but I wasn’t expecting this.

  The thought of Tommy makes me realize just exactly where we are, and I shake my head, although I can’t keep the silly grin off my face. Aisling looks up at me in confusion. She looks so beautiful with her golden hair all mussed around her flushed face and her body naked before me, her tight little pussy glistening from where I’ve just made her come and those heavy breasts just begging to be played with. Her body is stunning, it’s curve upon curve.

  “Aisling O’Connor,” I say, “You are full of surprises. Get your clothes on...we’re not doing this here.”

  She looks wary now, perhaps worried that I’ll reject her after this little revelation. There’s not a chance of that. If I wasn’t certain before then this was the confirmation I needed that this woman is definitely destined to be my mate. She will only ever be mine. Only ever be touched by me. The thought makes my already aching cock strain in my pants.

  “We’re not?”

  “If we’re doing this, we’re doing this properly. I’m not taking your virginity on the dining room table, as much as it’s killing me to hold back. We’ll do this in style...after all we’ve got the whole night to ourselves.”

  Aisling looks excited as she hops down off the table and starts to gather her clothes. I’m acutely aware of the fact that I’m still fully dressed and it’s far from the state I want to be in.

  “What’s the finest hotel around here?” I ask her. Her eyes widen.

  “Hotel?”

  “Yes...with a pool, spa, fine dining, the works,” I say. Now that I know it’s her first time I want to make it special for her. Also now that my head has cleared a little I know it’s not right to be carrying on like this under Tommy’s roof. This really isn’t like me, which is another reason I know for sure that Aisling is the one.

  I just have to hope she feels the same way... especially after I tell her about my unfortunate habit of going furry once a month.

  I take her to the most expensive hotel in Chicago, my hand on her thigh as she drives. I can feel the heat coming from her and taste her juices still on my lips and it’s driving me crazy. I know I need to be careful with her at least for the first time, but I can’t wait to be inside her. My cock is already leaking in my pants.

  I check us in as Mr. and Mrs. Killanney and she looks at me from under her eyelashes, looking surprised but pleased. Good. I want her to get used to the idea that this is for keeps.

  The room is luxurious, with a king-size four poster bed and a carpet so thick I leave footprints in it. She looks around, her eyes wide and shining.

  “I love this...I would like to design something like this.” When I look at her she smiles. “I studied interior design in school and I really loved it. I’m good at it too. But I’ve never been able to get a job because everyone’s scared of my dad.”

  I raise an eyebrow. “Surely he can pull a few strings?”

  Her smile disappears at that. “I’m sure he could...or give me the money to set me up on my own. But I don’t want to spend my life relying on him. I want to make it on my own merits.”

  I feel a stab of pride at her stubbornness and desire for self-sufficiency, and I walk over to her and stroke her face.

  “I think you’re capable of achieving anything you set your mind to darlin’” I tell her. She flushes with pleasure.

  I lean in and kiss her, and although I want to completely devour her I keep my touch soft and tender. I want to build up to this slowly...to make sure she is completely ready...wet and aching for me. The fact that she’s a virgin turns me on to the point that I just want to throw her down and take her, but the last thing I want to do is hurt her. I want this, her first time, to be everything she has ever fantasized about. I explore her mouth with my tongue, feeling drunk on the taste and smell of her and instantly remembering how it felt to have her wet little pussy in my mouth. I start to unbutton her shirt and she helps me with fumbling fingers, her breath catching in her throat. I love the fact that my super sharp sense of smell that comes with being a wolf means I can smell the desire on her and track the changes in her pulse and heart rate...so that I know exactly how much she wants me. I throw off her blouse and pull off the floral scarf around her neck. A vision of her with her hands tied...or maybe eyes blindfolded...comes to me and I hear myself growl. I really have to stop doing that before I tell her, but she doesn’t seem to mind, in fact judging by the way she bits at my lip, my growling seems to turn her on.

  Aisling wriggles out of her jeans and I stand back and let myself drink in her beautiful body again. She’s changed her underwear – I’m not surprised, her panties were ruined after I went down on her – to silky pink and I nod with approval.

  “You look good enough to eat,” I say. I want her to come in my mouth again. She gasps and looks at me, her eyes wide.

  “Let me see you,” she says, almost shyly, and I grin at her.

  “Thought you’d never ask darlin’,” I say and pull my t-shirt over my head. I see her eyes roaming over my body and see her pupils dilate with lust. I know I’m in good shape, the sort of shape that puts body builders to shame, and I’ve always known women like that...but I’ve never really been bothered about their approval before. Somehow, knowing that Aisling likes what she sees is suddenly very important indeed. As I start unbuttoning my jeans Aisling puts a hand on my waistband and looks at me with a question in her eyes

  “Can I?”

  I nod, and it takes every bit of control I have not to come on the spot when she pulls down my zipper and my cock, hard and aching for her, springs into her hand. She looks shocked. “It’s so big!”

  I’m not sure what to say to that, so I just shrug.

  She strokes me tentatively, running her fingers up and down my shaft, and I close my eyes and clench my jaw, feeling my whole body shudder at her touch. My woman’s touch.

  “I want to taste you too,” she says and at the coyness in her voice I open my eyes and look at her.

  “Have you done this before?”

  She laughs and shakes her head. “I told you I’ve never really had a boyfriend...not even a fumble.”

  “A kiss, surely?” As much as I want to believe it I can’t see how she has gotten to twenty being this gorgeous and not had any romance. Surely the local boys aren’t that scared of Tommy?

  “No,” she confirms, “you were my first kiss.”

  “I’m going to be your first everything,” I say. “And your only.”

  Her eyes go wide and I wonder for a second if I’ve scared her off, but then she goes down on her knees in front of me, still stroking my cock, and slides her mouth over the tip. She pauses and stops and I groan in frustration. I want to fill her throat.

  “Am I doing it right?” she asks. I nod. “Perfect,” I groan. She looks pleased and takes me in her mouth again, sucking more enthusiastically now. My hands clench into fists at my sides. Her mouth is so warm, wet and tight that I can barely think straight.

  I look down at her kneeling in front of me, her head bobbing up and down on my cock, and think about how kneeling is supposed to be a submissive position...yet I don’t feel like the one in control here anymore. The power that Aisling already
has over me is like nothing I was ever expecting on the rare occasions I wondered what finding my mate would feel like. She has my most intimate parts in her mouth and I’m completely at her mercy...it’s a feeling I’ve never felt before.

  I moan out loud as she uses her other hand to fondle and stroke my balls and the noise seems to encourage her. She takes her mouth off my cock and I’m about to protest when she closes her mouth around my sac, gently sucking one of my balls into her mouth. It’s all I can do not to bellow out loud.

  “That feels so good darlin’” I breathe instead. Aisling carries on, licking and sucking that delicate flash while her hand squeezes and strokes the shaft of my rock hard cock. If I don’t stop her, I’m going to come, I know it.

  “Stop,” I say through gritted teeth, because every nerve ending in my body wants her to carry on, “I don’t want to come yet. I want the first time to be inside you.”

  She gasps and sits back on her heels and I help her to her feet. I kiss her tenderly on the lips.

  “Are you ready?” I whisper. She nods. “Yes,” she says.

  Chapter Seven

  Aisling

  He kisses me again, roughly and hungrily this time, and I moan with abandon as he runs his hands through my hair and tugs lightly, exposing my throat. I push my body into his, feeling him hard against my belly, and in one fluid movement he cups his hands under my ass cheeks and lifts me up as though I weigh nothing...which is no mean feat with my curves.

  I wrap my legs around him and I can feel his cock against me, hot against my skin. I long to know what it will feel like inside me. Aiden carries me to the bed and lays me down carefully, parting my legs and looking me over as though my body is a buffet laid out just for him.