Bonus Chapter 11

Oh. My. Fucking. Goddess.
I instantly do as he says. Just like that. I position myself between his open legs.
Leaning down, my hand roams up, then under his white shirt, feeling the muscles of his defined abs. 
I run my fingers down to the top of his jeans. Cedar groans as I undo his belt.
Tough, strong, and muscular, his chest has a splash of blonde hair that travels down to his stomach. A scar runs along his collarbone and another one on his upper thigh. Cedar looks like a mighty warrior, dominant, in charge. 
His cock stands up, thick and firm, and I reach out a hand to touch him. His hand grabs the back of my neck and brings his lips to mine. He kisses me hard. “Don’t tease me by looking at me like that, sugar.”
“Me?” I open a wicked grin. “I don’t know what you are talking about!” Reaching down, I pump his hard shaft. His cock is so thick that the tip of my thumb doesn’t reach the tips of my other fingers around it. I lick my lips. “Your cock might become my new addiction.” 
He grins, closing his eyes as he drops his head back. 
I say, “I need more room to move.” 
Looking back at me, he kisses my mouth before helping me to shove his jeans and boxes further down over his ass, then he takes off his shirt. I kiss down his jaw and neck, moving back to kneel between his open legs, all the while he never takes his eyes off me. 
As I take his delicious cock deep into my mouth all at once, he groans. “Fuck. Fuck, sugar!”
I slide back up his thick shaft then lick across the head of his big cock. My other hand moves lower and plays with his balls while I run my tongue over the silky skin of his cock. Goddess, he’s so delicious! This really is going to be one of my favorite things to do. 
His gaze locks on mine, a wicked glance dancing in his irises. “Sugar, stop fucking teasing me,” he commands. 
Nah. I’m not ready to stop just yet. 
Holding his gaze, I move my hand up and down his cock as I lower my head to lick his balls. In seconds, his breath starts to grow faster. I stroke his cock up and down. The way Cedar tenses up and his piercing gaze looks down at me are like a fucking high for me. Fuck. My needy pussy is so wet!
I keep running my tongue to his balls, licking him as my eyes capture his. 
“Stop teasing, or I’m going to spank your ass, sugar.” 
I lick my lips, arching one brow. I can’t deny that it just sounds like a good time. 
“Violet,” he growls as I start licking his cock again. I can’t help the giggle that escapes me as I take just the head of his cock into my mouth, slowly swirling my tongue around the tip of his cock.
“That’s it.” Cedar drags me over his lap. 
“No, Cedar! Wait! I’ll stop teasing. I promise.” 
“Uh-huh, you had your chance. Now you’re cut off.” 
What? 
“You can’t do that!” I protest, trying to fight my way free.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
I let out a cry. Cedar isn’t exactly going easy on me. 
His hand lands over and over on my poor ass. The pain and pleasure feel so fucking good. Yet, I can’t help but try to fight my way free. It’s instinct, and it’s so damn rewarded when he doesn’t let me. I like to make Cedar prove that he can take me on and come out on top. And this feeling becomes more intense, especially with the Full Moon shining above us.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Cedar,” I moan.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
I relax against him, accepting the punishment when I realize I’m not getting free until my fated mate allows it. 
Cedar eases the spanking, moving his fingers down to my wet pussy every couple of spanks to tease me. I moan loudly. It’s so good. So fucking good. Oh, Goddess!
“Oh. Ohhh,” I cry out. My entire body is shaking. And hot.
Soon, I forget my name again as I rock my pussy back and forth in his hand. Cedar slaps my pussy. It. Makes. Me. wild. Then he plays with my clit and finger-fucking my pussy again. 
Smack! Smack! Smack!
With his other hand, he slaps my ass.
I shatter, screaming aloud as I come. The trees and waterfall around spin as I breathe heavily. Before I can even ground myself, Cedar is there, setting me on his lap, my back against his chest. Then he slides his cock into me from behind. Oh, fuck!  
I let out a low, keening moan as his big cock stretches me. 
“Ohhh, Cedar! Yes, yes, oh, fuck, yes!”
Back and forth, he rocks. I’m so happy I’m wet because this male is too big.
His hands cup my breasts. I moan. My nipples are hard peaks. He squeezes my breasts and holds onto them like an anchor as he deepens his thrusts. 
It is too much. Yet, Cedar lowers one hand down over my stomach to my pussy. A single finger taps at my clit. 
Low whimpers come from me as I take my arms back to hold my hands onto his broad shoulders. 
Inhaling my neck, he consumes me. “Your body is meant for me, Violet.” His fucking words are my undoing. “Come again, sugar.” His fingers move to nipples. Just as he reaches my areolas, he draws his fingers away. He then slaps my breast and pinches my nipples.
“Ohhh!” Obeying him, I cry out, leaning forward slightly. My legs intertwine with his, and he opens his legs, making mine open even further. The climax takes hold, my pussy clenching down on his cock. His finger leaves my clit as he grabs my hips, fucking me hard and fast. 
Just the way I always want. The way I always fantasize. 
Then Cedar drives deep, letting out a low grunt of pleasure. I gulp for air, my entire body shaking. My legs are jelly, barely able to hold my weight. 
He thrusts one last time, his hot seed bursting within me as his growls grow louder.
It’s so perfect. So... surreal. I look up at the Moon in the starry sky.
This is more than what I’ve always dreamed of having.

🐺 🐺 🐺
Before sleeping, Cedar and I shifted and left our wolves alone. Roxy finally met Cedar’s big wolf. The two of them ran through the forest, his wolf chasing Roxy fiercely until she reached our favorite tree. The cedar tree.
When they got there, Cedar’s wolf carved our initials with his claws into the cedar tree. The letters were all crooked, but it was so damn perfect. The wolves didn’t even need a mindlink to communicate; they understood each other like it was the most natural thing. I still couldn’t believe Cedar had just checked off another thing on my bucket list. In fact, he had done a lot of things on there in just a single night, only proving to me that when someone really wanted something, they did it; they didn’t make excuses or belittle it, so they didn’t have to do it.
Soon after we turned back to where we were, they swam in the crack of the dawn in the waterfall before I shifted, and despite him giving me a big, absolutely *no*, in the end, Cedar still let me paint his wolf claws. I always had nail polish in my purse, and I had never been so happy to have a metallic gray. His white wolf grumbled the entire time, but by the glint in his eyes, I could tell he secretly loved it. Just not as much as I did.
When I finished, he shook his head and then shifted back into his human form. Naked, we slept together beneath the stars and the bright Moon. I drifted to sleep with my head on his muscular biceps while his other arm held me protectively against him. Yet... He didn’t mark where my shoulder meets my neck.
However, hours later, that’s not how I woke up.
Pressure bears down on my throat with unrelenting fury.
My breath starts to shallow, and in my almost semi-awake state, I vaguely have the sense of being pinned beneath a massive bulk. 
Am I in my nightmares again? This part is new. 
Then I realize that, no, I’m not.
I fumble with my hands. The sky is clear, meaning that the sun is starting to rise. But I’m still firmly in the grips of slumber, groggy, and trying to make sense of what is happening with me. Why can’t I breathe? 
As my eyes clear of sleep and adjust to the light, I feel the tight grip begin to choke me. 
What the fuck is happening?
The force of his big hands around my neck jerks my body awake immediately. 
Latching on to the source of the pressure tightening around my neck, I make a tight noise beneath him, panic rising inside me. “Ce-Cedar! S-Stop!”