Chapter 16 #2
The spacious room filled with the scent of us.
The mix of our arousal perfumed the air in a heady mix that was intoxicating.
I threw Juliet onto her stomach, and the bed caught her with a bounce.
She landed with a giggle, a quick, beautiful sound that filled the room.
She moved around and presented herself to me, ass high.
My fucking Obedient omega, on her knees, ready for her alpha.
She looked over her shoulder at me, waiting for the praise she so unquestionably deserved.
“Look at my exquisite Omega, my Luna.” I spoke while caressing the orbs of her rounded ass.
“Never have I seen anything to rival you, Juliet. Now, take what your Alpha gives you.” My hands found her waist and pulled her back, spreading her legs with rough insistence as I leaned over her.
Her skin was soft and warm, the curve of her back begging to be touched, kissed, licked.
My fingers found her nipples and pulled sharp and deliberate my chest across her back.
Her cries turned to a higher pitch, a perfect, ragged harmony with the low rumble of my voice.
Her body arched toward me as my hands worked her over, each motion exact and insistent.
I could feel the pounding of my pulse as I took her skin between my fingers, relentless in my drive to hear more, feel more, pull more from her.
Her breath came fast and unrestrained, every exhale pushing us toward a frantic edge that was as inevitable as it was consuming.
I kissed the line of her back, wet, claiming drags of my tongue that left her shivering in response.
Her taste was vivid, alluring, driving me forward as my mouth moved lower, as I refused to stop until she was nothing but the sounds of her own gasping moans and the slick press of my lips against her skin.
She moved against me, desperate in her motions, urgent in her need.
The cabin’s silence shattered around us as the bed creaked with every motion.
Her soft cries of my name turned to the ragged sounds of her moans.
I licked between her ass cheeks, slow and sure, my tongue dragging along her skin in wet, claiming strokes.
She trembled beneath me, and the sound of her voice filled the room in quick, impulsive gasps.
Each lick pulled a new reaction from her, a new plea that rang against the bare walls and shot straight through my body.
Her hands fisted the bedding, white-knuckled and urgent, as she drove herself backward to meet my mouth.
Then I lapped her dripping pussy, my grip on her hips holding her still as my tongue drove into her over and over.
She tried to writhe the closer she came to her release.
I knew the exact second she was ready to break.
I drew back and delivered a sharp, echoing slap to her ass, and the effect was immediate.
Laughter filled the air, and she was beautiful in the way that her wild cries delighted in it.
How her body moved in sync with my demands.
“You are a fucking goddess, Juliet,” I whispered against her skin, and she shuddered in response, her muscles clenched as I gripped her tighter.
“My Little Wolf. So beautiful.” The words were more than just expressions.
They were a claiming, a binding, a reminder of what she was to me.
They hung in the air between us. I was hard as stone as I entered her in one swift thrust. Her voice came in a ragged cry, her cry of ‘Alpha’ rising to the ceiling in wild, unrestrained succession.
My thrusts were powerful, unrelenting, each one more sure and forceful than the last. Her groans turned frantic, filling the bedroom in raw harmony with the sound of our bodies coming together.
Her skin glistened with sweat, a slick sheen that caught the dim light, and the sight of it, the feel of it, the sound of it, pushed me further, drove me harder.
My knot swelled, filling her, and I could see her muscles tense, her back arch, her fingers grip the sheets as her breath came in stuttering gasps.
I reached around and found her clit, working it in circles that matched the fierce rhythm of the pistoning of my hips.
Her voice broke, fierce and raw, as she screamed my name, as I felt her clamp down around me, as her release pulled me deeper inside and held me there.
The room reverberated with it all, every gasp and groan and plunge amplified by the walls and wooden floor.
We moved together, and her body was a frenzy of beautiful, unrestrained motion, a perfect counterpoint to the measured strength of mine.
The more my knot swelled the more she moaned my name and moved ever so slightly.
She was close again, and I knew it. Could feel it.
I wanted it. Gentling my hips as much as my knot would allow, I moved in slow, deliberate motions, getting closer to my own release until it hit me like a rush.
I came in an avalanche of cum, filling her to overflowing.
Her muscles convulsed around my knot, her head thrown back, eyes closed tight as I moved against her, unwilling to stop until she had nothing left to give.
Her release came like a breaking wave, pulling me under, pulling me deeper, pulling us both into a blinding, desperate oblivion.
I cradled her in my arms as my knot softened.
The room held onto the warmth of us like a secret.
Moonlight seeped through the curtains, silvering the curve of Juliet’s shoulder where she lay against me, her breath still uneven against my collarbone.
I didn’t move at first—couldn’t—not while the weight of her trust settled into my bones like an anchor.
But slowly, gently, I untangled myself, pressing a kiss to her temple as she murmured something drowsy and incoherent.
I fetched a cloth from the bathroom linen closet, ran it under warm water until it steamed faintly in my palm.
Back beside her, I took my time tracing the lines we’d made together—the flush of her skin, the hitch in her ribs when she sighed under my touch.
“Easy,” I whispered as she stirred, cleaning her with a reverence that surprised even me.
Her fingers brushed my wrist once, soft as a sigh, before she stilled again.
When I was done, I pulled the quilt over us both and settled her back against my chest, her hair spilling like silk across my arm.
She felt smaller like this somehow; not fragile but precious, something carved from starlight I’d been clumsy enough to catch.
My throat tightened as I pressed my lips to the crown of her head.
“You’re…” The words jammed up; too much, always too much when it came to her. But she deserved them anyway. “You’re every brave thing,” I said finally, voice low against her ear. “Every damn time.”
She hummed faintly, turning into me until her forehead met my sternum. “Bronc—”
“No,” I cut in softly, thumb skimming the ridge of her cheekbone.
“Let me say it.” The fear of sounding foolish dissolved under the weight of needing her to know.
“You fight like hellfire,” I whispered. “Love like a storm.” Her heartbeat answered mine beneath my palm—steady now, but still fierce. Alive. “And you’re mine.”
The declaration hung there a moment before she tilted her chin up to meet my gaze, raw and unguarded in the dark, and kissed me slow enough to steal time itself from around us.
When she sank back down against me with a shiver that wasn’t born from cold or fear but surrender instead.
I recognized then and there that I would do everything in my power to keep this woman, my mate, safe from every evil that wanted to harm her.
Kill any man or woman who sought to cause her pain. This was my vow.