Trishanna nodded and stepped back, allowing him to enter. His warmth made her mouth go dry and she swallowed. She shut the door but didn't turn around, trying to get hold of her feelings... or was it her pregnancy hormones? She did read that pregnant females were horny a lot. James walked back to her, leaning in and kissing her behind her ear. She could feel his wolf's growl of pleasure, and soon his tongue was marking a trail up her neck. She shivered, feeling her nipples tighten. They'd gotten more sensitive as she got closer to her due date. James slid his hands from her shoulder to her hands. His body barely touched her and it made her feel teased and delighted. She could sense his arousal and she desperately wanted to be the one to quench it.
That thought shocked her and she knew she needed some space. She eased away taking a few steps, "Umm... I'm going to take a shower as Sam didn't give me time this morning." James just smiled and shrugged. "Sure thing, and when you're finished, how 'bout we get some breakfast? I hear that the buffet downstairs has some of the best sausages." "I bet yours taste better." Trishanna's hand flew up to her mouth to stop those words from just flowing out. WTF! Where did that come from? She needed to get herself and her hormones under control. Not trusting her mouth in any way, shape, or form, she just nodded and backed away to her bathroom. She shut the door and even turned the lock, not that the flimsy bit of metal would keep James out if he had a mind to, and that horny part of her wanted him too.
She shook her head and stripped, Turning the shower to a cooler setting. She got in but didn't wet her hair as it would take too long to dry. She pumped her favorite body wash onto her loofah and began to wash herself. The foam made her feel luxurious while the peach scent made her feel delicious. As she washed her breasts, lifting them her mind imagined that it was James' hand cupping them. If he was here, he would have tugged on her nipples, rolling and tweaking them between his strong fingers. He would whisper in her ears how lovely they were, complementing their shape and weight. Trishanna moaned as she did what she imagined, unable to keep her thoughts at bay.
The loofah skimmed over her belly and gently moved over the nub between her thighs. Without thinking, she widened her legs, giving herself access. James' hands would be larger, the fingers thicker as he circled her clit, wringing a gasp from her lips. Her fingers moved faster as she thought of him, the father of her pup inside of her. She had no memories of what their first time was like as she was drugged, but even the memory of that fact no longer carried the heat of anger. Instead, a different heat filled her, centering on the little nub of sensitive flesh. She circled harder as her free hand pinched her nipple. She cried out at the pleasure, leaning against the tiled wall.
James was being tortured. He had decided to wait on the bed while giving himself a serious scolding. He needed to stop touching her. Just as he vowed to do so, the faintest hint of her arousal seeped out of the bathroom door. At first, he told himself that it was his imagination, but his wolf's stance made him wonder. He stepped closer to the door and leaned his ear against it. He could smell her now, a sweet scent of peaches and her own unique fragrance that made him go hard. He tried to move away, to get outside, but his wolf had other plans. Before he even thought of it, he had unzipped his pants and was now stroking his length. He heard her moan and his grip tightened. He shouldn't be doing this, yet he did not stop. Trishanna's scent got thicker and he imagined her standing under the spray, her body arched as she chased after her pleasure. His hands moved faster as his imagination ran wild, the memory of their first time mixing with his imagination. He was a fool, he should have courted her, then he could have been inside with her, inside of her.
Trishanna's hips began to move, trying to help her reach the summit. She rolled her hips while sliding two fingers inside of her wet heat. It wasn't enough. She felt frustrated but she couldn't stop. She pulled her nipples, first one then the other, the sharp twinge helping her. She moaned, this time in frustration, He was there, her mate was right there, on the other side of the door. She whimpered, whispering his name, "James".
James heard his name, the need, the plea the frustration for release and he couldn't hold back. He turned the handle, and finding it locked, slammed his shoulder against it. It gave in one hit and he entered in. He paused as he looked at the flushed woman standing behind the shower glass. She was a delightful shade of pink and her scent filled the room, almost making him cum with the strength of it. He growled and stalked toward her tearing off his clothes. Opening the door he stepped in.
Trishanna looked up at James through the haze of her need. Her mind said that he should be here, but she needed him so badly. Her fingers never stopped and she knew that she must look like a wonton woman, but the heat in his eyes, made her feel beautiful. "Please" she whispered. James smirked, "I know just what you need", he said as he bent down and kissed her deeply. His hands moved down and replaced hers. Trishanna's legs opened to give him better access and soon those gloriously large fingers were pumping in and out of her, just the way she needed. She arched her back, kissing him with a hunger she never knew she had. She tugged on his hair and when he pulled back, she offered up one of her breasts. James took the offered fruit and bit her nipple, before sucking it hard into his mouth. The pain and heat made her gush and James groaned as he felt her juices run done his fingers, making them slippery, and giving them the lubrication to delve deeper. Her cry of pleasure spurned him and soon her hips moved in time to his hand. He sucked on the other breast, giving it the same attention. Who knew that his little mate had such a wild side? He felt her muscles clench around his fingers and he knew she was close, but he didn't want her to cum like that. He stroked her a bit more, feeling her getting closer and closer to the peak.
Just as she was about to cum, he spun her around and thrust into her so hard and fast that she screamed as she came all over his dick, but James showed no mercy. He grabbed her hips and slammed into her hard and fast, feeling like he was possessed. He wanted to possess her, make her his. All he could see and feel and think was her. He reached for her, pulling her back to his chest. This made her arch and now he was hitting her G-spot. Trishanna couldn't stop cumming and with his hand cupping and tugging on her breasts the pain and pleasure all rolled up into a ball of ecstasy that made her squirt. James growled, pleased as she clenched him, coating him in her essence. He reached one hand to tease and pinch her clit and she came again with a scream.
James couldn't get enough of her. He wanted to satisfy her like no one ever would, but he knew he couldn't keep it up for much longer, she felt too good. She felt like she was made to be his and his alone. He felt his canines elongate and they gently scraped her skin, the sensitive spot where he should put his mark. The thought of her becoming his made him get bigger and Trishanna gasped, her muscles tightening even more. James felt her reaction and the beast inside of him unleashed. He tightened his hold and his hips moved like never before. He plowed into her, her breast bouncing. He held her jaw, turning her head so that he could whisper into her ear. "MINES, you are mine." The voice of he and his wolf mingled giving it an animalistic edge. "Say it!" he demanded, he needed her to say it.
Trishanna opened her eyes, lost in the realm of pleasure, "Yours, I'm yours." With a roar, James kissed her as he thrust, once, twice, and then his seed pumped out of him like a never-ending flood. He filled her to overflowing, feeling his heat dripping down his shaft. Trishanna climaxed, her body shaking, yet their lips didn't part.
What felt like an eternity later, he eased away, looking at his mate. Her lips were bruised because of his canines and he wiped away the drop of blood. At his tender touch, she slowly opened her eyes, eyes filled with languid pleasure and deep satisfaction. He kissed her gently this time, before gently pulling out of her. Leaning her against the shower, he frowned as he realized how cool the water was. He adjusted the temperature to warm and then using the hand-held shower head, he gently washed her, being very careful of her tenderness. When she was clean, he quickly rinsed off, wrapped one towel around his hips, and then wrapped her up and strode into the bedroom, smiling as she snuggled into his arms.