"You have no idea what you do to me Meela." He says it in between little nips of my skin, not enough to cause real pain, just enough to entice a rush of endorphins to be released into my blood stream, causing excessive pleasure to rage throughout my body. He's playing to my compulsions, riling them up for what's to come...he needs them in his corner.

I squirm underneath him, his hands running along my body, over my clothes, feeling my body, his fingers firm...so demanding.

"If we start this Meela, I'm not stopping!" He begins to kiss my neck, his wet tongue flicking against my sensitive flesh. He's enticing a riot within myself, and he knows what he's doing...."can we start this?" Voice is toned in silk, caressing my compulsions with its softness.

He doesn't wait for my consent. Instead, he kisses me slow, his lips molding to mine. I can't help the little moan that slips out, or the way my chest presses against his trying to take him into me.

Hormones thick and oozing out my pores create that undeniable scent of arousal. He licks my bottom lip with his tongue, tugging it away from my mouth with his teeth. I love the way his tongue slides into my mouth without difficulty, the feel of him against my lips...is pure bliss. Moaning at the sensation he's causing I try to kiss him with more aggression, my resolve almost gone.

His fingers continue to roam everywhere; no place is safe from his touch.

I feel the first brush of his fingers slide underneath my shirt, "I want this to mean something" he murmurs against my ear.

He doesn't look at me instead he continues to worship my flesh with his lips. "I fucking love this so much" he moans out. Lifting my shirt up exposing my chest, he places hard kisses in the valley between my breasts.

Inhaling my scent, his nose trails down the middle of my chest, creating fire, a burning trail of heat where ever his flesh meets mine. I groan twisting underneath him. His teeth graze my belly button as he places rough kisses along my abdomen, letting his teeth prick my skin slightly not enough to draw blood, just enough to cause a warm and tingly feeling deep inside me. He keeps kissing and nipping my skin, down to my hips, it's a rough torture leaving me breathless.

Creating a pooling heat between my legs, I arch my body into him, wanting to press myself against him, needing to feel his heat, trying to absorb it into me.

"I can't get enough of you, my little wolf" kneeling between my legs he pulls off my jeans leaving me in my underwear.

His hands run up and down my inner thighs, parting my legs for him. Leaving me exposed, only the fabric covering my most intimate spot. The roughness of his touch has me trembling from inside. Dipping his head low, he bites the inner flesh of my thigh; it will leave a small bruise.

Pressing his nose against my parted legs, inhaling deeply with a growl that starts at the base of his throat, causing pleasant vibrations inside my lower half. His tongue glides out along the fabric, adding to the wetness that's saturating the fabric.

He begins to massage slow circles between my legs over the material my panties. My stomach tightens clenching my insides together. Gasps of breath coming out, fingers clenching his hair.

"You feel warm and wet Meela, you like what I'm doing." I can only nod my head yes in reply sucking in a deep breath, tilting my hips up into his hand, a shiver running up my spine. I want his finger to dip down underneath the fabric; I want to feel his fingers inside me. I whimper out to him, and he smiles down at me like a predator who has his prey just where he wants it.

He's teasing me, working with my compulsions and hormones to create a hurricane inside me, it's battering against the last of my barriers. The wolf surges just underneath my skin wanting what her mate has to offer us...

Looking at this male in front of me, worshiping me, I slide my hand around the back of his neck, pulling his lips to my mouth.

"I want this, I want you," husky deeper toned voice that I don't recognize as my own vibration of sound. Kissing him gently on the mouth as his hands continue to roam the length of my body and I come to life under his touch.

Pulling away from our kiss I can almost see the adrenaline surge into his body, taste it on his skin...powerful

"No stopping Meela, I'm not stopping."

A wave of nervousness washes over me, his intent clear. Putting another kiss along my jaw line "deep breath," he whispers as I suck in that much-needed breath of oxygen.

Taking off his shirt, letting my fingers travel the contours of his hard chest, lingering on his abs, until I start to rub him through his pants, already he's rock hard, groaning from my touch. He lifts my shirt up and off, flinging it away....

My eyes are on him, as I undo the top button, slowly doing the zipper down, his breath stops momentarly while I slip a hand inside his pants. Stroking him through his underwear, up and down, slow, oh so slow. His muscles surge themselves underneath the layers of his skin.

My body is quivering and squirming, as I feel him harden more from my touch, throwing his head back groaning out his pleasure.

"I'm going to give your body what it wants." His finger is rubbing the outside of my underwear; my hips start moving to the rhythm of his fingers. I bite my lower lips, holding the moan in as a sincere pleasure builds inside me.

I want this; I need to feel him all of him inside me. He's aware of the change in me, the strength of his touch increases, I moan out into the air, the sensation tightens my inner walls up, I'm not even naked yet, and I feel like I'm going to explode from his touch.

Dipping inside his boxers, rubbing the pad of my thumb over the tip of him, ghosting my hand over the length of him. It's my turn to feel his body tremble from what I'm doing to him.

I have power as well, this male is mine in this moment.

Watching the Northerner take a deep breath and groan out closing his eyes. I start to pick up the pace as his hips begin to move back and forth into my hand, that's wrapped tightly around his length.

Those strong thighs tremble from my touch, his eyes flutter open looking at me. Up and down using slow, strong strokes, I love watching this, watching him gasp quietly through slightly parted lips.

Moving faster; my grip tightens on him, with a destination that I am going to bring him to. Letting my thumb rub across his head, teasing him. I know what I'm doing, creating a violent storm inside him. A primal sound of pleasure erupts from him, pulling himself away from my hand he stands in front of me. Sliding down his pants taking his boxers with him, I feast my eyes on all his maleness.

"I'm going to fuck you now Meela, but one day when you let me, I'm going to make love to you."

"Maybe one day...Grey, but today's not the day." His body lays to the side of me, his fingers finally descending underneath my panties, cupping my sex, "mine," he growls it out possessively into my neck, teeth breaking skin momentarily before retracting back in.

"I'm not stopping Meela" His finger enters inside me, while his foot hooks around my ankle to make me spread myself more for him.

"I never asked you to stop...Northerner." That's all it takes for him to rip my panties off me, his fingers dipping in and out of me, as he captures my moans in his mouth.

I feel my bra ripping as he captures my nipple between his thumb and finger twirling it around, it's a fine intense pain.

His wet tongue swipes my hard nipple, pulling it greedily into his mouth, his fingers stretching me open, the pleasure he's creating is almost unbearable, I feel that deep clenching that's starting to grip my core, my breathing coming out in short bursts as I close my eyes, savoring the feeling.

Abruptly he stops, positioning himself over top of me, he spreads my legs even more with his knees.

Strong fingers grip my hip as he rubs his length against my opening, lathering himself up with my wetness, gliding easily up and down along my entrance.

He kisses me hungrily; I feel him hovering for a second before he enters me in one powerful thrust easily breaking me of my virtue.

I gasp with his intrusion, the fullness creating a burning pain. I try to wiggle away from him, but he holds me in my place. Putting my palm on his chest trying to push him away from me, off of me. Slight panic enters my mind as he starts to pull out only to push himself back into me, only deeper this time.

"Wait, " Telling him but he doesn't listen, he pulls himself out slightly only to push forward again, his stretching my walls around him. Kissing my mouth with a roughness, a firmness of possession. I gasp with the feeling he's giving me. He thrusts inside me again, it's uncomfortable, the pain slowly retreating, being replaced by a fullness. His fingers grip my hips tighter as he pushes himself deeper into me, fucking me the way he said he was going to.

Giving a moan out this time as a fire starts to pulse inside me.

Our bond fully completed wraps around the both of us, weaving our souls together. We're one as the northerner takes my virtue away. The energy is pulsing through us, our souls solidifying as one....

His canines clamp onto my claim possessively, as he slides halfway out, only to thrust back in, creating his own pace. My claws have made an appearance as they sink deeply into his back. I begin to move my hips to his rhythm meeting his thrusts, as soon as I did this his pace quickens becoming more forceful, in and out he moves inside of me faster and faster....dominating.

A deeper, longer moan finding its way out from the base of my chest, this only encourages him to go faster, to stretch me wider, the pain burning, uncomfortably hot. At the same time it's good, deep pleasure he's giving me, grabbing his ass pulling him more inside me, until the pain slowly giving way to a needful hunger that the northerner is all too happy to feed.

The tightening in my lower abdomen has me wrapping my legs around his hips, tilting my pelvis up as he grips my butt, his rhythm fast and steady, he's fucking me the way I want, the way I need.

He's rocking my body back and forth, breast bouncing, my nipples ache for his mouth again. His breathing coming out in short quick breaths, his eyes never leaving my face.

Moans sliding into my mouth, biting my lip, so I taste my own blood, turning me on even more.

I'm so close as my insides start to clench together.

That's when he pulls out of me flipping me over, I'm on my hands and knees, a gasp when he enters me this way. His knee on the inside of my thigh shifting my leg so I spread myself more for him. His hands on both hips, bringing me to him, while I let out sounds I never knew I could make.

"Wait," Saying it because I can't take this, I feel too full, he's too much for me this way. His cock comes almost out only his head remains inside when he sinks himself back inside the both of us moan out from this. Again he pulls almost out only to push himself completely back inside. I let a whimper out, the sensation of this too intense. He's controlling the pace, the rhythm, the depth, my wolf loving this dominating male.

His claws sink deeply into my hips as he takes me the way a wolf would take its mate, holding me in place he growls out a deep bellowing moan, his pace becoming fevered. My canines have descended biting into me, he keeps thrusting...powerful strokes rock my body, my arms shaking, threatening to collapse underneath me with his violence of his fucking.

He's my Alpha, and he's taking me the way he wants to...I feel myself clenching around him, my stomach tightening with an urgent pressure.

"Grey," I can't help as his name slips from my mouth, he kisses the back of my neck moaning.

"Say it again," he whispers as he thrusts into me deep and hard.

"Grey," letting sound roll off my tongue into a long moan, my head drops down, my hair touching the bed, swaying with his rhythm back and forth.

His pace torturous but needed, eyes closing, my body taking everything he's giving me.

I feel it, that tightening inside my core, it's pulsing steadily as I clench around him, my pleasure exploding around his manhood as I grip the sheets of the bed, body shaking, moaning into the air. My arms refuse to keep my weight up I sink down onto the bed, breathing hard as he pushes into me one final time. I feel him pulsing, spasming inside, something spilling out dripping down my inner thighs as his thrusts slow down. He's buried deep inside me. His voice a low and deeply full of emotion as he says my name...."Meela."

He's releasing himself into me, not pulling out, he gives me every drop up inside my parted legs.

His canines descend on my mark again, but this time it's full of ownership, possession as he holds me to him, letting his orgasm roll through him and into me.

Falling slightly to the side he lays up down so were spooning, his fingers rubbing up and down my arm, lips pressed against my neck, he's still inside me not as hard as before but still hard enough to stay inside.

"Meela, I" he places little kisses on my neck "I just want you to understand, that I love you." Words said allowed while he wraps his arms around me, pulling me into him more.

"I know you don't feel the same way, but I just had to tell you."

I just can't say it back to him I really want to but I can't....not yet.....

"You're perfect for me, for this pack Meela, you're someone that I love and trust completely. You're going to be an excellent mother."

It takes me by surprise as he lets me into his mind, it's raw and full of his swirling emotions, it brings tears to my eyes with its truthfulness.

My throat tightens, the breath in me refusing to come out.

"What's the matter" he sits up in bed, trying to get inside my mind but I put up a barrier deflecting his intrusion.

"I need to take a shower" I get up from the bed heading into the bathroom, closing the door I look into the mirror.

I don't like what stares back at me, I hate the thought of deceiving him, but I can't be a mother not yet...........

I can hear the moon whispering to me in the silence of the bathroom.......there will be consequences.