Chapter 90. In to the Wolves’ Den

Mathias

I woke early, my arms still tightly secured around my little wolf. I breathed in her scent, letting the smell of brown sugar and vanilla envelope my senses and caress my beast.

‘She is ours,’ Arcas rumbled proudly.

I looked at my sleeping beauty, moving my arm to see my mark positioned beautifully on the swell of her breast. I let my fingers trace the inky colored bear paw, a crown entwined in the tribal mark. The jolts of electricity zapped through my fingers when I touched it, eliciting a moan from her slightly parted pink lips. My cock began standing to attention, from the innocent sound.

I moved over her, parting her legs with my knees in a slow and careful motion and pushed my cock into her. She was already wet and ready for me, even in her sleep she wanted me. I wasted no time filling her up and began thrusting gently, her body responding with eagerness, as I slowly fucked her awake.

"Mathias" She whispered and her eyes fluttered