Lone Wolf Pack 06 - A Future for His Werewolf Warrior by Anya Byrne Page B
Authors: Anya Byrne
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matter how much he tried.
Ward simply surrendered, instinctively knowing that it was what Mathias needed. And maybe it was that exact instinct that made him tilt his head back and offer his throat to his lover.
His great-uncle had told him what he could expect when it came to mate bonds, but a part of Ward hadn't really believed him, or maybe hadn't processed what it meant. He finally understood it then. Mathias thrust inside him one last time, all the while burying strikingly sharp fangs in Ward's flesh. It hurt, but the pain somehow transcended Ward's concept of sensation and turned into something entirely different, into an ecstasy that he wouldn't have been able to imagine even in his wildest dreams.
A million things seemed to happen at the same time. His entire body went rigid and he came harder than he ever had in his life. He felt something click at the back of his mind, and a warmth stir deep inside him—in his heart? It was hard for him to tell, to comprehend, but the way he saw it... A rainbow of colors exploded in his mind's eye, each individual shade a feeling, a sensation, a memory. There was darkness, pain and guilt, dark blues and browns that pulsed with past sorrows, both his own and Mathias's. There was also joy, enthusiasm, anticipation, bright, cheerful shades of sunny yellow and teasing orange. First and foremost, there was desire, need, and so much love, shades of red ranging from the lightest pink to crimson and vermillion. And when it all came together, everything turned blinding white, like the purest daylight invading Ward's soul—or maybe a new beginning, a new canvas. New paint trickled on the canvas, golden and bright, glowing with life and with decision.
A single phrase drifted into Ward's mind, three syllables that reached him with the crisp clarity of morning dew. "Ward, my mate."
It was enough, it was everything, and so beautiful Ward barely managed to hold onto his consciousness. He rode the wave of the orgasm—his own and Mathias's—clinging to those words, to the concept of 'mate' that he'd finally managed to grasp.
Nothing quite so perfect could last forever, and the pleasure started to settle. Mathias turned him on his side, spooning him from behind and still inside him.
The head of the werewolf's dick seemed swollen, bigger than before, and Ward tried to remember if his great-uncle had mentioned anything like that, but in the end, he couldn't bring himself to care. It felt too good for him to question it.
Mathias must have sensed his curiosity because he kissed Ward's sweaty nape and explained, "It's called a knot. A werewolf thing, to encourage reproduction between mates."
Maybe Ward would have been able to focus on the information Mathias provided had the words not been delivered in a breathless, husky tone that sent shivers down his spine. Against all odds, Ward found himself responding to it, and he clenched his ass muscles around Mathias's dick. "Oh, yeah. Why don't you show me what else werewolves can do?"
Chapter Eight
In past days, after all of their dates, Mathias never stayed with his mate. It had been his way of respecting Ward's space and giving the man time to get used to him.
When morning came and he stirred from his sleep, the first thing that occurred to him was that he never wanted to sleep anywhere except at Ward's side. His lover's presence was warm and comfortable. Deep in slumber, Ward looked angelic, at peace, with no trace of any doubts and fears plaguing him and following him into his dreams.
Mathias smiled and allowed himself to prod the mate bond slightly. He felt Ward's quiet contentment, and it made him impossibly happy, especially since the day before, at this hour, he had thought Ward was nowhere near ready to bond with him.
He would have liked nothing more than to lie there in bed and revel in Ward's proximity, but it wasn't meant to be. Apprehension stirred at the back of his mind, an awareness that something wasn't quite
Ward simply surrendered, instinctively knowing that it was what Mathias needed. And maybe it was that exact instinct that made him tilt his head back and offer his throat to his lover.
His great-uncle had told him what he could expect when it came to mate bonds, but a part of Ward hadn't really believed him, or maybe hadn't processed what it meant. He finally understood it then. Mathias thrust inside him one last time, all the while burying strikingly sharp fangs in Ward's flesh. It hurt, but the pain somehow transcended Ward's concept of sensation and turned into something entirely different, into an ecstasy that he wouldn't have been able to imagine even in his wildest dreams.
A million things seemed to happen at the same time. His entire body went rigid and he came harder than he ever had in his life. He felt something click at the back of his mind, and a warmth stir deep inside him—in his heart? It was hard for him to tell, to comprehend, but the way he saw it... A rainbow of colors exploded in his mind's eye, each individual shade a feeling, a sensation, a memory. There was darkness, pain and guilt, dark blues and browns that pulsed with past sorrows, both his own and Mathias's. There was also joy, enthusiasm, anticipation, bright, cheerful shades of sunny yellow and teasing orange. First and foremost, there was desire, need, and so much love, shades of red ranging from the lightest pink to crimson and vermillion. And when it all came together, everything turned blinding white, like the purest daylight invading Ward's soul—or maybe a new beginning, a new canvas. New paint trickled on the canvas, golden and bright, glowing with life and with decision.
A single phrase drifted into Ward's mind, three syllables that reached him with the crisp clarity of morning dew. "Ward, my mate."
It was enough, it was everything, and so beautiful Ward barely managed to hold onto his consciousness. He rode the wave of the orgasm—his own and Mathias's—clinging to those words, to the concept of 'mate' that he'd finally managed to grasp.
Nothing quite so perfect could last forever, and the pleasure started to settle. Mathias turned him on his side, spooning him from behind and still inside him.
The head of the werewolf's dick seemed swollen, bigger than before, and Ward tried to remember if his great-uncle had mentioned anything like that, but in the end, he couldn't bring himself to care. It felt too good for him to question it.
Mathias must have sensed his curiosity because he kissed Ward's sweaty nape and explained, "It's called a knot. A werewolf thing, to encourage reproduction between mates."
Maybe Ward would have been able to focus on the information Mathias provided had the words not been delivered in a breathless, husky tone that sent shivers down his spine. Against all odds, Ward found himself responding to it, and he clenched his ass muscles around Mathias's dick. "Oh, yeah. Why don't you show me what else werewolves can do?"
Chapter Eight
In past days, after all of their dates, Mathias never stayed with his mate. It had been his way of respecting Ward's space and giving the man time to get used to him.
When morning came and he stirred from his sleep, the first thing that occurred to him was that he never wanted to sleep anywhere except at Ward's side. His lover's presence was warm and comfortable. Deep in slumber, Ward looked angelic, at peace, with no trace of any doubts and fears plaguing him and following him into his dreams.
Mathias smiled and allowed himself to prod the mate bond slightly. He felt Ward's quiet contentment, and it made him impossibly happy, especially since the day before, at this hour, he had thought Ward was nowhere near ready to bond with him.
He would have liked nothing more than to lie there in bed and revel in Ward's proximity, but it wasn't meant to be. Apprehension stirred at the back of his mind, an awareness that something wasn't quite
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