Chapter 19 #3
He did not, and soon he started to move in earnest, sliding into her with ease, withdrawing slowly.
The sensation of being filled by a man, the man she loved, the knowledge that Alaric would never get to her now that she was reunited with her husband, the thrill of finally being able to make love to Wolf, everything conspired to make Merewen reach her pleasure with frightening speed and intensity.
It took hold of her and she could not stop a series of cries as ecstasy flowed through her in one seemingly never-ending wave of sensations.
Wolf gave a groan of his own and after two final, swift thrusts he stilled, head thrown back, body jerking violently.
After kissing her ankles he slid out of her and fell onto his back.
She immediately joined him and lay against his flank, breathing as hard as if she had been running for her life instead of being shown what being a woman really meant.
“I hope I wasn’t too forceful.”
Now that the haze of desire had dissipated Wolf realized just how fierce his lovemaking had been. He had driven into Merewen like a man possessed, riding her with frightening intent, positioning her just as he needed, immobilizing her under him, exposing her in a shocking position.
“You were exactly what I needed,” she soothed, placing a hand on his pectoral.
He gave her a scorching kiss for this answer and, although it had been moments since he had achieved a bone-shattering release, he felt his manhood stir at the sweet heat meeting his lips. He wanted her. Again.
And again.
“Are you in here?” a tentative voice asked from behind the door. “I have some milk—”
“Do not even think about coming in!” Wolf snarled. “Put everything by the door and leave this instant!”
Merewen giggled when they heard the man scuttle away in fear. “There was no need to frighten the poor lad out of his skin,” she murmured against his neck. Tingles coursed under his skin at the feel of her lips brushing his skin. “We are finished.”
He gave something halfway between a growl and a snort. “We are far from finished, little one. That was far too quick, and if you remember, I promised I would savor every inch of your body.”
“Mmm, I do, how could I have forgotten such a promise? But what if I wanted to do the same?” she teased.
“I believe I would allow you to,” he groaned in response, before stretching onto his back to show her just how ready for more he was. “I’m all yours.”
“Wait. There is something I would tell you beforehand.” Merewen bit her lip, looking like a woman about to jump off a cliff—and more beautiful than words could express.
His heart melted.
“You need not worry about telling me what you feel,” Wolf said, cupping her cheek. “I love you too. I don’t mind being the first one to say it.”
He would not have minded putting his heart on the line even if she had not returned his feelings.
But in this instant he knew with absolute certainty that she did.
The bone-deep, inexplicable longing he felt for this woman, the connection between them was love, had been from the start.
As it had sprung from an unlikely source, he had not seen it at first, in the same way you do not expect to see a stream surge in the middle of an arid land.
How could he have expected to fall in love when he had been convinced he did not want it, and with a woman he had bought, of all people?
As for Merewen, what had happened to her was barely better. He could not blame her for being bewildered by the notion that she had fallen for a man who had been her captor and for not daring to express it out loud, considering how he had treated her.
It had been a complicated journey for both of them. But they had finally arrived.
“Oh, Wolf, I love you too!” she said, her eyes filling with tears.
“Don’t cry, little one,” he soothed, wiping at her cheek. “’Tis not a bad thing to love someone.”
“No,” Merewen said in a shaky voice, relieved beyond measure. “Not a bad thing at all.”
It was wonderful, and meant that she was not alone, after all, that she would never be abandoned.
She had a husband who cherished her, and soon, she might have a family.
A child might well have been conceived just then.
The thought made her melt. She knew Wolf wanted nothing more and she sensed he would be a wonderful father.
“Tell me you love me in your language. I would like to hear it.”
“You already have. The other day in the forest, I whispered it in your ear. I couldn’t resist telling you the truth. Ann ek tér.”
She froze, because, indeed, she remembered those three words. And she had berated him for talking in a language she didn’t understand, thinking he was teasing her! If she had guessed he was in fact opening up about her feelings she would have…
Merewen shook her head. She wasn’t sure she knew what she would have done.
“You beast!” she cried out, giving his chest a light tap. “You sent me away moments after telling you loved me? Are you mad?”
Wolf shook his head. “I must be. And I have so many things to atone for. Fortunately, I have my whole life to do it.” He looked so dejected that Merewen kissed him, long and hard.
He groaned into her mouth, then drew away.
“Now, there is something I simply must do before I go mad with the need to do it.”
Without waiting for an answer, he rolled her onto her stomach and brought her wrists above her head, pinning them in place with one hand while he tugged at her shift with the other, exposing her buttocks.
Merewen’s heart started to beat wildly in her chest. This was so unexpected that she did not know what to think.
“What…”
All sorts of ideas flashed through her mind. Was he going to punish her for not having accepted what she felt for him earlier? Use her to slake his basest needs now that he was assured of her love? Surely not?
Mind reeling, she waited. Had anyone else placed her in such a vulnerable position she would have been frantic with fear, and done all she could to escape his hold.
Because it was Wolf, the man she loved, she simply waited.
Wolf felt something primal rise within him.
This beautiful, wild woman was his. Although he had bought her and then married her, two things that made her legally his in the eyes of others, he had never felt she belonged to him.
Now, at last, he did. They had made love, and just admitted their love for each other.
It was what mattered, a lot more significant then a mere monetary transaction or a ceremony conducted in a hurry.
And he could not wait another moment to do what he had obsessed about for days.
“That accursed beauty spot has had me almost losing my mind,” he said between his teeth, as he bared it to his gaze.
“What beauty spot?” he heard Merewen say, her voice hoarse, confirming what he suspected. She had no idea she possessed the most enticing mark on her luscious body.
“Here,” he said, lowering his head until his mouth was a bare inch above the swell of her buttocks. “You have a beauty spot just next to the dimple gracing the small of your back. The sight is almost enough to undo me.”
He licked the little spot then swirled his tongue around it, barely resisting the urge to nip at her flesh.
Merewen moaned and fire started to course through his veins.
He straightened back up. If she carried on making these maddening noises he would not be able to indulge her wish to explore his body and he was very curious to see his bold lover in action.
“Now that I’ve done what I needed to do, I’m wondering. What are you going to do to me, little one?” he whispered in her ear before catching the lobe between his teeth. “I’ve seen you spit, bite, and kick at men… Should I be worried?”
“You should,” she answered, slightly breathless. “That was nothing I haven’t done a dozen times before. But there is something I have never done to anyone that I ache to do to you.”
He growled. “That sounds just like the sort of thing I would like to hear.”
“You will do more than hear it,” she promised. “But you will have to release me first. I feel quite powerless under you like this.”
“Mmm… I imagine you do but rest assured you could bring me to my knees with nothing more than a glance. I’m telling you, this wolf has been well and truly tamed.
” In one effortless move, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him, then turned her around so that she was sitting astride him.
A finger came to tease the hard nipple poking under her shift.
“I have just one request. Whatever it is you intend on doing, I insist you be naked for it.”
“That can be arranged.”
With a smile, the temptress lifted her shift above her head when another woman would have demurred or at least pretended to be uncomfortable.
Not his brazen wife. She bared herself to him as easily as if her body had been his to gaze upon.
Wolf stared at her, utterly transfixed. She was perfection, her beauty heightened by the wild glint in her eyes and the defiant posture.
Never had he seen anything so alluring as his wife sitting on top of him, ready to pleasure him.
His throat went dry, and though he wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, the words got stuck.
“What is it? Has my pet wolf lost his tongue? I hope not, I rather like what he can do with it.” The minx had the gall to tease him when he was on the verge of explosion! He narrowed his eyes but she merely smiled. “Now, it’s my turn.”
Her turn… Surely she did not mean…
Before he could said anything, she started to lower the waistband of his braies.
Wolf sucked in a breath. What was the woman thinking?
He would never last when the liquid heat of her mouth engulfed him, not when he was about to burst already!
He opened his mouth to beg her to stop, closed it, opened it again, screwed his eyes shut, clenched his teeth and, with a groan, surrendered to his fate.
If she wanted to pleasure him then he would just have to bear it like a man.
Merewen licked her lips. Wolf was bare-chested, but he was still wearing his braies and that would not do at all. Not only did she want to see him in his full naked glory but she needed access to every inch of his body for what she had in mind.
A gasp escaped her lips when he sprang free, hard and heavy in her hand. She’d not had the chance to see his member so clearly yet and the sight was as daunting as it was enticing. Once again she wondered if she had not bitten off more than she could… accommodate.
“Now who’s lost their tongue, I wonder?” he smirked, bringing his arms up to cradle the back of his head, the position making his biceps bulge, his pectorals contract, his stomach tense up.
Oh. He was perfection. And he was hers to use at will.
Unable to wait a moment longer, she lowered her head.
“No, I haven’t lost my tongue,” she purred. “As you’re about to see.”
Smooth and hot, hard and pulsating, he slipped between her lips.
Merewen could not help moaning and wondered if Wolf had felt half as much pleasure from tasting her intimately as she was feeling right now, worshiping him with her mouth.
For a long time she teased, licked and sucked, exploring the length of him, taking her time savoring him, sending him—and her—mad with the need for more.
Then she heard him say something in his language, something that sounded like a rough command or a curse. His manhood quivered under her tongue and a heartbeat later she found herself being lifted by two steely arms.
“Enough.”
“It’s not fair,” she protested when he brought her back to sit on his lap. “You’re too strong for me. I wanted to pleasure you!”
“You have,” he growled. “You pleasured me almost to the point of madness. And now once more I find I cannot control myself.” Grabbing her by the waist, he lowered her down onto his waiting hardness.
Merewen cried out when he buried himself to the hilt in her pulsing center.
“If you want to pleasure me, then ride me, vixen. Ride me until neither of us can move.”
She did just that, lifting herself up and down his shaft, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency.
Her body was gripping him as tight as a fist, sending waves of sensations rippling all over her.
Once again, she would explode before she’d had time to enjoy the moment to the full.
Watching Wolf’s burning eyes precipitated her fall.
She started to tremble and a moment later stars exploded in her skull. He groaned at the same time and the heat blooming inside of her prolonged her ecstasy.
Slowly, she came back to reality, cradled against Wolf’s body, having no recollection of how she had arrived there.
“I love you, little one. ”
“Oh, Wolf! I will never tire of hearing those words.”
“And I will never tire of hearing you calling me Wolf. Or… Would you prefer me to ask everyone to start calling me by my real name? Is Wolf too savage for you?” he asked, cradling her closer to him.
Merewen smiled. “No, Wolf suits you, my fierce protector. Besides, you resemble the animal.”
“Do I now?”
“Yes. I’ve heard it said that wolves mate for life and that fur of yours is so soft…” She stroked his pectoral, covered by hairs so fine they were almost downy.
“Well, I’ve certainly found my mate but I don’t know about being soft. I’m nothing compared to you,” he said dubiously. He cupped one of her breasts and moaned.
“Oh, but it is soft,” Merewen sighed, running her hand over one perfect, round shoulder. “I could stroke you all day.”
“Please do. You will not hear complaints from me.”
And indeed she did not.