Healing the Wolf (BBW Paranormal Romance) (Luna Junction) Read Online Free

cabin, he seemed much larger.  Much closer.  The full enormity of what was about to happen struck me.  Talon would open my legs and take me.  And we would be mated for life. 
    The ragged thickness of my own breathing sounded thunderous. Talon casually pulled his shirt over his head.  His muscular frame was even more defined than I had guessed.  He coolly threw the shirt on the floor and began to unzip his pants.  I turned away.  This was it. This was ‘later’.  I retreated to the bedroom and knelt on the crude pile of blankets.  I could already feel him moving closer. 
    With a gentle ness which surprised me, he hooked his thumbs under the straps of my dress and pulled them down.  My bra followed and instinctively my hands crossed my heavy breasts, a futile effort to shield them. 
    Talon reached around and pulled my arms apart.  I could feel his hard extension push ing earnestly against my back as he kneaded my breasts, at first lightly and then with more insistence. 
    He pushed me onto my belly and raised my hips.  My damp underwear was all that separated us as his monstrous organ pushed against me.  He could barely speak through his panting lust. “Which way, Sheree?  For our first time you can choose.” 
    I understood what he meant.  He would mount me from the back. Or from the front.  The choice was his gift to me.  The sensation of my body preparing to open was a strange one.  I groaned as he rubbed against me.  “I want what you want, Talon.” 
    My panties were ripped away with one tug.  Talon hesitated.  “ I’m taking you as my mate, Sheree” he said and hesitated no longer.  I cried out as the sharp thrust of his penetration tore through my barrier.    He didn’t stop.  He couldn’t stop.  My breasts bounced against my belly as he pounded and with each thrust I felt the disappearance of Sheree Chevalier and the emergence of Sheree Ivanov.
    Our bodies grew slick with sweat as we moved together.  Dimly, beneath, the ache, I felt the first tendrils of pleasure as Talon’s large hands reached around and seized my breasts.  Even as the enormity of his lust threatened to break me in two I heard my own moans of ecstasy. 
    Talon was spurred on by my pleasure, his rhythm increasingly frenetic.  At the moment his hot climax spurted inside of me he opened me wider and pushed even deeper. 
    We collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and sweat.  It was done.  I was no longer a Chevalier.  I nestled closer to my mate with a happy sigh and wrapped my arms around his chest. 
    Talon raised himself and stared at my naked body.  He held my wide hips between his hands and grinned.  “You were made to breed,” he said with approval. 
    I opened my arms to him but he rose from the pallet and walked to the front door.  I was confused when he opened it.  And then a moment later I heard the soft beat of his running paws.  And after that the wolf’s jubilant howl at the moon. 
    “Damn,” I sw ore, staring out the uncovered window.  I rolled to my side and curled up, knowing that soon he would return, hungering to take me again.  And again. And despite my anger at being regarded more or less like a brood mare, I wanted him to. 
    ***
    A scream of childish rage yanked me out of my memories. 
    “MOMMMMM!”  
    I sighed.  “I’ll be right out.  And you better all be dressed and ready when I do.  John, help Seth.” 
    I heard some grumbling and the word ‘unfair’ but they quieted down.   I peered down at my body.  During the reverie of my mating night my hand had unwittingly traveled between my legs.  I had learned these past months how to satisfy myself and I didn’t feel guilt as I finished the job there in the tub.  Yet as the spasms of pleasure cascaded and then receded I was sad. My hand was no substitute for my mate.
    Talon.
    In many ways the past ten years had been infuriating.  We fought often and wildly.  Rarely was there any resolution.  Talon Ivanov