“Hmmm” I respond drily. He makes this Vamp joke often enough. In the grimoires in the halls under the homestead we found a whole lot about vampires dazzling humans with a need to have sex with them. While under their spell the vamps could feed not only their urge for blood without humans resisting, but their sensual natures and their craving to screw everyone. Vampires are apparently as horny as wolves, and it explains why hybrids like mine exist. “You know, we have to go eat with your mom. It’s the highlight of her day that we take our meals with her. And I’m not going to her rooms looking like you just mauled me… again.” I attempt to extract my body from his muscular arms and get nowhere with that. He’s too strong and I’m not really all that willing to be loose.
“It’s a good look on you, all flushed and satisfied. Chilling like you found heaven and haven’t come back down from the clouds yet. I like how you look after sex… it’s my favorite view.” He finally gives me some breathing space by stepping back to admire me while keeping our hands interlocked.
“I’ve seen myself. It’s more like red faced, sweating, unattractively rumpled, and breathless! Like you chased me around the upper floor for forty-five minutes and I might pass out at any moment. I hate your mom knowing what we have been doing. So, No! Dinner first, bed later.” I need to put my foot down when it comes to this or else he would never let me leave our bed at any hour.
“God, you’re bossy. You know my mom is aware that as mates, we ummm… mate. It’s kind of a perk of being paired up and it’s right there in the title.” He angles for a grope of my breast with one hand, and I slap it away.
“Behave. If you start that we may never make dinner. I’m not playing!” I push him away properly, aware of how easily he always bends me to his will when it comes to sexy play and somehow always manages to coerce me upstairs for random daytime quickies. Not that I don’t enjoy what he does to me, but as I feel tired most of my day because of him, it does dampen my motivation to be productive daily. I have to be more assertive and learn how to turn him down from time to time. My sleep pattern demands it.
“I’m not hungry anyway.” he smirks, and I again slap the hand sliding out my way to get me back against him. We really do have to move or else we will be here all afternoon.
“Well, I’m starving, in fact, and I might just pass out from lack of nourishment if you don’t let me eat first.” I warn him with a raised brow and hold my hand aloft as he ignores my batting him again and goes for another boob caress. My breasts are apparently his favorite body part next to the obvious one between my thighs.
“Okay! Fine! Jeeze, woman! I get it…. Food first, socialize with my mom, deal with the duties I have to deal with for this afternoon and then…you’re all mine. You may regret not giving me this little ten-minute tumble come bedtime though, baby face.” He grins with that devilish air, tweaking my nose annoyingly, and I sigh. I know he’s right and this refusal for a session will have a knock-on effect later.
With him it’s never ten minutes, ever, so quickie is not even a term I connect to what he wants to do. Quick for Colton is more like thirty minutes. No daytime rolls upstairs mean tonight he will take hours to get his fill. Not that I’m complaining, I just really need sleep at some point in my life. Lately it’s taking its toll and I’m tired all the time because he has a severe lack of needing rest it seems, while I definitely do not get enough.
“We’ll see” I yawn almost to emphasize the fact that I’m shattered beyond belief these past weeks and he frowns at me, watching me for a long second. His expression dropping from cute teen teasing his girl, to suddenly mature husband worrying that his wife really needs to lay down.
“Maybe I might let you have a night off to rest. You look kinda beat. Are you feeling okay?” he lifts the back of his palm to my head in seriousness this time and I shrug and try to brush it away with a smile.
“I’m a wolf… getting sick is cured with a turn. I’m fine, just really exhausted lately. I think with all the early morning fun, the nonstop daily grind, and our late night ‘mating’, I’m not getting enough rest. After six months it’s finally taking its toll.”
Colton stares at me with a somber expression for what feels like the longest time before finally frowning and pulling me back into his arms and hugging me tight. This time it completely lacks any sexual vibe and is one of his tender holds.
“You know saying No won’t hurt my feelings. I know it’s not that it’s not good, but that sometimes you don’t have as much stamina as me. Just tell me when you don’t want to, and we won’t. Sex isn’t everything. I like being beside you in bed, curling up and having you sleep in my arms. Best feeling in the world and my favorite part of every day.” His gentle, sincere tone makes me melt and I squish myself up in his arms, hugging him tight around his chest and nuzzle in childishly.
“I don’t think there’s a wolf alive that has your stamina. I’ll be fine after food and some down time with your mom. We can go to bed early so we can have both fun and sleep, leave everything else until morning…… I love you.” I lay my ear against the steady thump of his heart, and he brushes my hair down my back smoothly. Igniting that part of me that craves his security.
“I love you too, baby. So much sometimes it’s crazy. I don’t know what I would have done if I never got you back. My life would have been empty and endless. You know how much you mean to me, right? That I love you more than life and I would do anything for you. No matter what you asked of me.” His tone is lower, huskier, and I am overwhelmed with his sudden onslaught of gooey emotions as it washes over both of us.
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