George stood up and Dawn gulped a mouthful of air when he started removing his pants.
He had no problems showing off his physique, and he approved of the way Dawn stared at his muscular legs and his cock that was hard and ready.
Her insides tightened at the thought of that big thing stretching her in unimaginable ways. She was nervous.
George crawled on the bed above Dawn, and only then she realized that both of them were completely naked.
He spread her legs with his knees and her breathing became choppy. Was this really happening?
Dawn dated a few guys and had a few hookups. As the prelude to sex, they would go to the Shifters nightclub or some other party. The mood would be good, alcohol would make it better, and this was totally different.
It was almost mechanical like they followed some invisible script. What if she messes up?
This was not just any guy. This was Commander George, her mate. What if she disappoints him?
Would he prefer if she was inexperienced? She heard that some guys prefer only pure, untouched girls.
Or should she show him a few moves she learned along the way?
Unaware of Dawn's internal conflicts, George was focused on Dawn's breasts, and he took a moment to decide on which one to suck first. The left one won.
The moment George's lips latched around Dawn's areola and his tongue caressed her nipple, electrifying sparks of their bond shoot through Dawn's body and she forgot about her insecurities.
Her hands moved from his shoulders into his hair and then glided over his back. She couldn't reach his ass because his body was too low, so she went back to fisting his hair.
By the time he moved to her other breast, Dawn was completely under his spell and the throbbing void at her core demanded to be filled.
"George…", she called breathily. "Please."
He looked up at her. "Please, what?"
Dawn squirmed under him in frustration. He knew very well what she wanted. Did she need to say it?
She was about to tell him to fuck her, but she realized how that was not right. She wanted much more than sex, because just sex was not enough. Not with George.
"Make me yours…", she said, and George's face lit up with delight.
In one swift move, he propped himself higher and kissed her on the lips. The kiss was slow and deep, with a lot of tongue and just a bit of teeth, and it told her how much he wanted her.
His torso pressed on hers to maximize the surface where their bodies connected and both of them relished the sparks that were urging them to get closer, much closer than they were.
In unhurried, rhythmical movements, George's hips moved, and his cock glided between her drenched folds, charging them both with arousal and anticipation of what's to come.
His insides trembled and he was not sure if that was from Dawn, his wolf, or maybe he was nervous. Why would he be nervous? Probably because this was Dawn, his mate. She was not the first woman he was about to have sex with. She was not even his first mate. However, she was the woman who accepted him, welcomed him, and she didn't even know that he was an Alpha.
Dawn assumed George will lose his position as the commander, and she wanted to support him. Instead of shrinking away, Dawn was ready to do whatever she could, so they stay together, and she wanted to take care of him, regardless of his status.
That selflessness and dedication were the only things he wanted from his mate. For the first time since finding out about his heritage, George didn't cringe at the idea of being an Alpha and leading a pack because he knew that Dawn will be a great Luna.
He wanted to prove himself as worthy.
Dawn gasped into his mouth when she felt the pressure at her entrance, and he made his way inside slowly, allowing her to fully grasp every glorious inch he was giving her.
He looked at her face for that last inch and he loved the way her eyes clouded with lust.
"Ah!", Dawn moaned when he jabbed himself inside her for that last fraction, and then there was a moment of complete stillness as they stared into each other's eyes.
"Mine…", George growled, and his hips started rocking.
George closed his eyes and acknowledged the sparks that drove him to the edge of sanity as he enjoyed profusely the sensation of Dawn's pussy gripping his cock, and he wanted it to last forever, yet he also wanted to get his release.
"George…", Dawn called breathlessly, and he opened his eyes to look at her face that was completely flushed. Her eyes were watery, and she clutched his shoulders tightly, and the whole experience was out of this world.
'Mates', George thought. That one word held so much weight, but only after meeting Dawn, he understood that it describes the feeling of belonging he never experienced before.
"Dawn… Dawn…", he murmured while kissing her sloppily, her flavors of cinnamon muddled with his mind, and he could feel his wolf urging him to increase the pace of his thrusts and claim his mate completely.
Dawn was a mess.
She was still reeling in the reality that George was her mate, and now he was inside her, and the friction came with sparks that shot into her brain violently, making her think only about the man who was holding onto her like he never wanted to let go, and she hoped that he never will.
George moved to kiss and suck on her neck, and she felt the pressure building up as her orgasm was approaching.
"George… George…", she called his name wantonly and he never heard anything more seductive in his life.
Dawn's eyes rolled at the back of her head when he increased the pace, and she was right there at the edge of a cliff beyond which rapture waited for her when she felt a stinging pain in her neck.
"Ah… Geo… ah… ugh… Geor… mmm… ah…", she cried unintelligibly.
Her breath was choppy, and her brain refused to work.
Dawn was overstimulated. George's body was pressing on hers, his hands held her body in place, and he was still thrusting inside her, giving her that final nudge toward the orgasm that was amplified by the scorching pain that spread from her neck to the rest of her body.
Dawn squirmed under him, and George held her tightly while releasing his venom into her system.
George muffled his groan into her neck when her insides coiled around his shaft and his ass buckled when he found his release. Every squirt of his hot seed came with an ecstatic sensation that was out of this world and he didn't want to stop movements of his hips.
Eventually, George unlatched himself from Dawn's neck. He checked her face to see that she was red and gasping for air, but the silly grin on her face told him she was fine.
He looked at her neck that had two streams of blood and his chest swelled with pride. That's where his mark will form.
George licked her neck to help the wounds heal and Dawn's body jerked every time his tongue touched her there. It was super-sensitive.
He was proud of his handiwork and his wolf jumped from joy in his mind, and it took some time for George to realize that he was releasing his Alpha aura uncontrollably. He was happy to confirm that Dawn was not affected. Was it because of his mark? Or because they were mates?
"George…", Dawn called when she found her voice. "Did you mark me?" She clearly felt the bite and the scorching sensation, and she also knew that their bond was much stronger than before, but she still wanted a confirmation.
His smile reached his eyes. "Mine."
Dawn opened her mouth to say something, but George's hips started moving again and her head plopped backward into the pillows, and she forgot what she wanted to say.
