Chapter 16 Rory #5
With a swift, powerful movement, he sat up, shifting his weight and wrapping one arm around my waist while his other hand gripped my hip with bruising intensity. The new position gave him leverage, and he used it mercilessly.
“Like this?” he growled, thrusting up into me with renewed vigor.
The change in angle sent him impossibly deeper, hitting my prostate with unrelenting precision.
I screamed, the sound torn from my throat wild and desperate.
Each drive of his hips sent tremors through my foundations, as if he were reshaping me from the inside out.
Yes. I gasped, clutching at his shoulders, my nails digging crescents into his skin. Just like that. You’re incredible. You’re so, so incredible.
With fingers digging into my hip, Maxwell’s rhythm turned punishing, driving into me with a force that bordered on savage yet remained achingly perfect. My body became a vessel for his pleasure and mine, joined in a symphony of sensation that crescendoed with each thrust.
“I’m not coming until you come again,” Maxwell hissed. “I want to feel you fall apart again first.”
I groaned, the sound desperate and wrecked. “Fuck… I don’t know if I—”
“You can,” he said with absolute certainty, his hand finding my cock again. “And you will.”
This wasn’t just sex; this was Maxwell rewriting every definition I’d ever had of pleasure, of connection. And I already knew just once wasn’t going to be enough.
“Tell me what you like,” I said to him, running a hand over his stubble. “I can’t read your mind. It’s not fair.”
Maxwell rubbed his chin against my hand. “What? This. You. Fucking hell—” His breath came in hot pants against my neck, my name falling from his lips like a prayer, again and again—“Rory, Rory, Rory”—as if he couldn’t get enough of the taste of it on his tongue.
Then he nuzzled into my neck for a moment, slowing down slightly, and rasped into my ear, “You feel even better than I imagined, baby.”
And suddenly I was freefalling, tumbling through space without gravity, without boundaries.
That single word—“baby”—wrapped around me like the warmest blanket on the coldest night, promising shelter and belonging.
Of never letting go. It melted through my every thought until I was nothing but raw nerve endings and naked emotion.
I collapsed against him, utterly boneless, overwhelmed in a way I couldn’t begin to explain.
Maxwell caught me with strong arms, his hands repositioning my pliant body without ever breaking our connection.
He continued to thrust upward, using my slack form for his pleasure in a way that somehow felt like worship.
“I’m so close,” he growled, one hand snaking between us to grasp my cock. His teeth found my earlobe, sucking the sensitive flesh before whispering against the damp skin, “I think I like, like you very much, Rory Thorne.”
His words sank into me like stones through still water, creating ripples that spread to every corner of my being. They reached deeper than conscious thought, touching the part of me that was all instinct and wild recognition. The part of me that wanted to bare my throat to him, then claim him back.
Then the world split open.
That now familiar electric current amplified into something that felt like magic, actual fucking magic.
It forked through my ribs like captured lightning, radiating outward to every extremity until my fingertips tingled with it.
My vision blurred, overtaken by a blue-white flash that seemed to connect our bodies in ways beyond the physical.
That raindrop scent exploded between us, no longer just a subtle note but a torrential downpour filling the room.
It was everywhere—in my lungs, on my skin, behind my eyelids—as if the storm that had been building between us had finally broken.
The scent mingled with my pleasure, intensifying it, transforming it into something transcendent.
Scorching pleasure fizzed through every pore, consuming everything in its path until I was nothing but flame. “Teddy!” I cried out as I came again, convulsing around him as pulse after pulse of ecstasy tore through me.
Gasping repeatedly, my body jerked with aftershocks—both from my orgasm and the electric phenomenon. Through the haze, I finally caught the look on Maxwell’s face—a wonderful softness painting itself across his features. Teddy’s features.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, needing him to keep moving through these overwhelming pulses that seemed to bind us together. “Please don’t stop.”
He didn’t. He held me tight against him, his hips maintaining their rhythm as he chased his own release, fucking me through the zapping aftershocks that made my entire body feel like a live wire. Each thrust seemed to reactivate the current, sending fresh, impossible waves coursing through me.
Hot stickiness glued us together. I pushed just slightly so Maxwell moved back, my eyes fixated on the pearly streaks across his skin. The primal part of my brain went wild as I ran my fingers through the mess, smearing it over his chest in possessive circles.
Mine, now. Mine, mine, mine! My brain screamed with an undertone that bordered on violent, and the primitive part of me wanted to sprout claws and dig into his chest, to mix my essence with his blood.
Instead, I lifted my fingers to Maxwell’s lips. He greedily reached for them, his tongue darting out to taste me. He lapped at my fingers, his eyes never leaving mine as he cleaned them with hot, wet sucks.
Then I felt him coming inside me, his face contorting in a blissful silent scream as the first wave hit him.
His cock throbbed and surged, each pulse sending fresh heat deep inside me as he shuddered beneath me.
The intensity seemed to go on forever, his body trembling with the force of his release as he finally filled me completely.
My hands trailed slowly down the side of his sweat-slicked back.
I sighed blissfully, collapsing atop him as he softened, gluing myself to his chest, burying my face.
I was too overwhelmed to look him in the eye—that had been so intense, far more than I’d bargained for.
“Fucking hell—” Maxwell cut himself off, breathless. “That goddamn electric shock thing! Are you okay?” His hands kneaded into my thighs as if they might have seized up and needed unknotting.
That’s when I felt it—a thread between us. A very real, tangible thing. Just like what I had with Kit, but also… nothing like what I had with Kit.
It stretched from somewhere deep in my chest to his, a silvery-blue connection pulsing with energy that I couldn’t see with my eyes but could sense with something far more primal. The bond hummed like a plucked guitar string, vibrating with every beat of his heart.
And with each vibration came raindrops on a hot summer’s day—no longer just emanating from him but flowing through the connection between us.
It wasn’t just a smell anymore; it was the essence of our bond made tangible, as if the universe had distilled our connection.
I breathed it in, and it felt like I was breathing him in, like our scents had merged into something brand new.
With Kit, the bond was a comfort, a background presence—like knowing there was always someone in the next room.
But this… this was immediate and demanding.
It took up space, made itself known. I could feel Maxwell’s emotions flowing across it—his confusion, his concern, and beneath it all, a satisfaction so deep it was almost painful to experience.
Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck.
What had I done?
I quickly blocked the specifics from my thoughts, but ice-cold anxiety swirled in my gut like a gathering storm.
“Rory? What’s wrong?” Maxwell asked, trying to pry me from his chest.
I tried not to groan. It was so unfair that I never had any idea which of my thoughts he’d read.
“Nothing’s wrong,” I reassured him, forcing brightness into my voice.
I reached for that silvery-blue thread between us, instinctively drawing on its warmth to steady my racing heart.
The raindrop scent intensified as I did, wrapping around us like a cocoon, and I felt my panic ebbing as calm flowed into me.
“In fact, everything is great.” I leaned down and pressed our lips together in a long, languid kiss.
“That was so amazing. Because you’re amazing. ”
Theo smiled and relaxed—even if he didn’t believe me, he wasn’t going to push it, because apparently he had the patience of a saint. Who knew? Certainly not me.
We lay together, heat gradually ebbing from our skin like the last embers of a dying fire.
I rested my head against Theo’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
It was strangely hypnotic, the sound of life pulsing beneath my ear.
My fingertip wandered through the hair scattered across his chest, charting territories I wanted to memorise.
Theo’s hand drifted across my skin in whisper-light touches, fingers ghosting over my shoulder where Callum had bitten me. Though the wound had fully healed when I shifted earlier, he treated the spot with such tenderness that warmth bloomed inside me.
“I couldn’t keep away from you earlier,” I found myself saying. “Out in the Highlands, when I was a wolf. It was like you were the full moon, pulling me towards my true self.”
Maxwell made a strange sound in his throat, heartbeat quickening beneath my ear. For a while, he said nothing.
Then, “Rory… I—”
Squeak!
The sound cut through the moment, followed by a ball of matted grey fur flying directly at Maxwell’s head. Sharp claws dug into his scalp as Freddy launched his surprise attack.
Maxwell screeched, his hands flailing wildly. “What the—ARGH!”
I lunged forward, scooping Freddy up before he could take proper offence and sink his yellowed teeth into Maxwell’s flesh.
“Fucking hell!” Maxwell muttered, rubbing his scalp where tiny pinpricks of blood were probably forming. I knew this from experience. “That little zombie bastard has it in for me!”
Freddy squirmed in my hands, his tiny body vibrating with unusual intensity. His eerie yellow eyes darted around the room, and he kept making these frantic chittering sounds I’d never heard before.
“Something’s wrong,” I said, frowning as I studied my friend. “He’s never like this.”
Maxwell didn’t look impressed. “What’s wrong is that he hates me and has terrible timing.” He glared at Freddy with such resentment that I almost laughed.
I couldn’t really blame him for being annoyed. Couldn’t Freddy have given us five more minutes of cuddling? Maxwell had been just about to say something…
“No,” I insisted, stroking Freddy’s ear to calm him. “Look at him—this isn’t normal. Something’s spooked him.”
That’s when I heard it—footsteps outside the cottage. Not the casual steps of someone taking a stroll, but cautious, deliberate movements. My wolf senses, heightened with the full moon just two nights away, picked up the sound crystal clear.
I slipped out of bed, placing Freddy on the dresser where he continued his agitated movements, claws clicking against the wood.
“What is it?” Maxwell whispered, staying put, his eyes still fixed mistrustfully on Freddy.
I crept to the window, pulling the curtain back just a crack. It was probably Callum out there trying to spy, the creep, waiting for another chance to assert his dominance or report back to my mother.
The Highland night stretched before me, a canvas of deep blues and blacks.
Moonlight silvered the edge of the pines that bordered the cottage property, turning the distant loch into a mirror of liquid mercury.
Everything was completely still, the Scottish wilderness holding its breath in that peculiar way it does after sunset.
Except…
There. By the edge of the treeline. A shadow that didn’t belong.
My fingers tightened on the curtain as the shadow moved, revealing itself to be a human figure.
Not the bulky silhouette of Callum or any of the pack members I’d grown up with.
This figure was leaner, standing with a familiar cultivated poise—shoulders back, chin lifted just so, the kind of posture that made me automatically straighten my own.
My heart stuttered, then stopped altogether.
The figure stepped into a patch of moonlight, and I could see him clearly now—the dark hair I’d run my fingers through countless times, the sharp jawline I’d traced with my lips, the lanky frame I’d held against mine on cold London nights.
Dev.
He stood there, staring directly at the cottage. And then, as if sensing my presence, he lifted his gaze.
Our eyes met through the glass, across the darkness.
And he smiled.
Not the warm, crooked smile I remembered. This was something else entirely—cold, wrong, hungry.
The world tilted sideways. My knees buckled. Behind me, I heard Maxwell say my name, but it sounded like it was coming from underwater.
Then Dev raised one hand and beckoned me outside.