8. Thornar #2
Gracie’s gaze heated dangerously as I felt her wolf jump.
I let my hands roam over her bare skin, gripping her waist and tugging her forward again.
I laid back on the cot as she straddled me, watching as her nipples hardened into peaks against the cotton.
I pulled a cup back and brought the delicate skin into my mouth.
“Thornar,” she moaned, rocking against me. “You’re hurt.”
“Not hurt enough,” I growled against her skin as I moved to the other breast. The way her body rocked against mine was fucking intoxicating, and when I felt her melt against me I knew she’d accepted my words.
“Thornar, please. I need…more.” The word landed like a physical blow, and my already hard cock twitched at the needy sound of her voice. My hands gripped the back of her thighs as I ground up against her, wanting to rip away the fabric separating us.
Instead I pulled away from her breast and rolled her onto the cot, watching as she let her legs fall open. I didn’t hesitate—I pulled back and hooked my fingers under the material of her panties, dragging them down her long legs. The fabric was soaked.
“Fuck, look how wet you are,” I growled softly. “You’re already so far gone, aren’t you, little flame?”
Gracie shivered, her fingers twitching to reach up as I used my good arm to unbuckle my pants. Her eyes widened as I pushed them down and stepped out, her hips arching up as if seeking my touch, my cock.
A sound of frustration escaped her.
“Answer me.”
“Yes. I need you,” Gracie said breathlessly. “Now. Please, Thornar.”
I lowered myself down to her, letting her feel my weight and the sensation of my cock pressing against her tight entrance—letting her feel exactly how much I fucking wanted her. As the head of my cock slid against her wet slit, she arched up with a gasp, my teeth teasing her breast.
There was absolutely no way I was even trying to hold myself back once I was inside of her.
My mouth found her throat in a series of open kisses, paying special attention to the spot that bore my mark. She tilted her head back, offering more of it, and the submissive gesture combined with the hunger radiating from her made something dark unravel in my chest.
I bit down, just a scrape of teeth over my mark as a reminder of my claim.
Her nails dug into my shoulders as a breathy demand escaped her lips. “Inside of me. I need you.”
That was it. The words snapped the last thread of my restraint.
The head of my cock pressed right against her soaking entrance, but even so I had to push—really fucking push—as I stretched her out.
Gracie let out a half sigh and moan of my name as I worked myself into her.
I nearly fucking blacked out from the way she gripped me, her gold eyes darkening with need as her nails bit into my skin.
“Fuck,” I groaned, bottoming out in her and closing my eyes to steady myself.
I knew once I started moving I wouldn’t be able to stop, and looking down at her I fucking savored the moment. How beautiful she was spread out below me as I claimed her in this new way. The need and love between us.
“I love you, little flame,” I said as I pulled back and slammed into her.
Her high pitched gasp of my name only made me harder, and I pinned her hands above her head as I pumped into her.
I loved the feeling of her underneath me, dominating her as she wrapped around me, making those sweet fucking noises.
It was nothing on the twisted urge I had to mark all of her, with my teeth and with my cum.
Through the bond, her pleasure crashed into mine, mine into hers, and when her heels dug into my ass to pull me closer, I could have fucking cum right then. She was going to drain me dry, and still I would want to cum inside of her again and again.
“Close,” she gasped. “I’m—”
I drove deeper. Felt the hitch in her breathing, the flutter of her internal muscles around me. Then her mouth found my shoulder.
And she bit down.
Hard.
The pain was a bright flare of white and my arms gave out momentarily as our bond seized. I groaned, slamming deep into her as her teeth sank further into the mark.
Her climax hit me like a physical force, ripped through the connection between us with a violence that emptied my lungs.
I felt her shatter, felt her pleasure as it detonated through her nervous system, and the sensation triggered my own release so fast I couldn’t have stopped it even if the building collapsed around us.
I spilled inside her with a sound I didn’t recognize. I gave her every fucking drop and found myself almost euphoric at the idea of painting the inside of her. I hissed as she released my neck but didn’t move out of her, instead propping myself up fully and looking down at her.
The blood on her lips.
The blown out pupils and flushed face.
The way my cock parted her perfect pussy in an almost obscene way. I could practically see cum overflowing between us.
I leaned forward, nipping at her plush bottom lip, and pushed forward once again, unable to help myself. Gracie hissed in surprise before moaning. I continued to stroke in and out of her, not even in the slightest bit soft, and she surged up to meet my kiss.
I used the momentum to roll us so she sank onto me from the top, a cry of pleasure filling the tent. I knew the others in camp could hear us, but all I could see was the goddess on top of me as she took every inch of my cock while rolling her delicate body. It was fucking perfection.
My fingers moved over her waist and I trailed my thumbs over her abdomen, letting her take control.
“One day I’m going to fill you up right here and you’ll carry our pups.” Her eyes fluttered as she squeezed around me. “Do you want that, little flame? It could even happen right now.”
“Thornar,” she whispered and seemed to try to take me that much deeper.
I let out a snarl and slid my fingers into her hair, jerking her down to me and kissing her hard. “You would like that, wouldn’t you? I can give that to you, Gracie. Let me give you all of my cum.”
“Please!” she moaned as I thrust up into her, beginning a pace that I could tell surprised her. I couldn’t help it though. If she wanted my cum I would give her every fucking drop. I watched her eyes practically roll back as she cried out my name.
When she climaxed next, I slammed up into her and emptied myself again.
She collapsed against my chest and I let her, wrapping my good arm around her and pulling her into me.
My heart was still hammering. The bond between us hummed with a satisfaction so deep it felt cellular, like something had been slotted into place that had always been missing without my knowing it.
I looked down at my little flame.
Same vibrant hair fanned across my chest, same soft curve of her shoulder, same steady breath evening out against my skin. But through the bond she felt different. Like something in her had expanded slightly past its previous edges, pressing outward into territory that wasn’t quite shifter.
It was the most extraordinary thing I’d ever felt.
“We need to move tonight,” she murmured against my chest, already half gone. “We should rest while we can.”
“I know.” I pressed my lips to the top of her head.
I ran my thumb absently across her abdomen, the same place I’d touched earlier, and the thought that had been sitting quietly in the back of my mind since I’d said it out loud came forward again without apology.
“For the record,” I said, “I meant what I said.”
Gracie lifted her head sleepily. “Which part?”
“All of it.” I held her gaze. “But specifically, I don’t mind the lack of protection. At all.”
She stared at me for a moment.
“Thornar…”
“I know,” I said. “Take your time.”
She lay her head back down on my chest without another word, but I felt the shift in her through the bond—something turning over slowly, something she wasn’t ready to say out loud yet.
I pulled her closer and closed my eyes. I was absolutely fine waiting.