Murdoch
I see evera bruise, evera cut, evera mark… not only t’at but I see’s been cryin’
“I’m sorry,” I murmur, sittin’ on the edge o’ the bed, voice quiet, an’ she cocks ’er head tu the side.
“Why?”
“Everat’in’… fer hurtin’ yu, fer yu hav’in tu join the hunt in the first place… jus’ evera t’in’.” She dinna say anyt’in’… she just stares at me, watchin’ me wit’ those glowin’ green eyes, too sharp fer someone still so young…
“I don’t want your apology, Murdoch… besides…
I volunteered for the Hunt. It’s not like I was forced like s—” ’er voice cracks an’ ’er lip wobbles.
“It’s not l-like I was forced into t-the Hunt l-like some of those other Omegas…
” she blinks, a few tears spillin’ from ’er beautiful eyes an’ I wipe ’em.
“Aye, yu volunteered… but yu still dinna deserved t’at.”
“No, and neither did they… I should have helped more.. maybe I wouldn’t have been the only one to cross the finish line…” She fists ’er ’ands.
“Or they migh’ ’ave weigh’ed yu down an’ got yu caught, killed, or worse… betrayed yu. Yu did the righ’ t’in’ wen yu fended fer yerself,” I let ‘er know.
“Bu—”
“T’ere are no buts, yu were na responsible fer no one but yerself… the deaths o’ t’ose Omegas are’na on yer ’and’.” I take ’er ’and, kissin’ the back of it.
Thank you, Murdoch… I needed to hear that.
You telling me that I did the right thing is enough for me,” she states wit’ a small smile on ’er lips t’at are still wobblin’.
I dinna t’ink it’s enough, but I ’ave a feelin’ no matta wat I say, t’is particular t’in’ will haunt ’er wit regret fer a long time, even if it should’na.
I want tu pull ’er intu me arms an’ comfort ’er, but I dinna want tu move ’er… she’s so broken an’ battered. I jus’ want ’er tu lay down, rest, and be lazy.
The silence hangs between us, peaceful an’ serene… almost tu quiet since we’re so used tu the noise o’ the forest. I bandage ’er wounds, causin’ ’er tu flinch an’ it nearly breaks me. ’er pain… one I neva want tu witness again.
I cut me eyes tu ’er, afraid o’ ’urtin’ ’er, but she gives the smallest nod an’ I frown, cleanin’ ’er wounds slowly, reverently, grimacin’ as the washcloths turn pink.
“Does it ’urt? ”
“No,” she smiles. “It only stung, but let me he?—”
“No… I want tu take care o’ yu.”
“And you do, so please… stop acting me like I’ll break,” she chuckles
“Yu already ’ave. Jus’ look at yu,” I whisper, an’ t’at makes ’er look at me…. really look, an’ Source ’elp me, I melt under ’er gaze.
“I’m still here, aren’t I?”
I canna breathe fer a second, t’inkin’ about wat could ’ave ’appened if I were even a bit later…
She touches my ’and, fingers slidin’ ova me knuckles t’at are broken due tu smashin’ me fist ontu so many bones. ’er power, quiet an’ hummin’, slides against mine like silk, no longer resistin’. No longer afraid o’ one anotha…
“Murdoch… I’m okay…”
“I could ’ave lost yu… t’is feels like a dream…” I murmur, feelin’ as if I’m still roamin’ aimlessly in the forest. She climbs intu me lap, straddlin’ me slowly, deliberately, ’er eyes neva leavin’ mine.
“I am here… with you… FEEL me,” she whispers, gently pressin’ ’er lips tu mine. “Feel our bond. Feel what’s yours, what belongs to you.” ’er lips press on me ’ead, tu me eyes… tu me cheeks, tu me nose. I look up at ’er completely an’ utterly enthralled, ’elplessly in love… mine.
’er ’ands t’ read intu me hair, an’ I ’old ’er as if she’s made of the finest porcelain.
Feel me… please
She kisses me lips an’ I canna eva say no tu such a request. All tu soon, the space between us is gone an’ I enter her, slow… ’ard… an’ hot!
’er cries are drowned out by me lips as ’er sweet pussy takes me deep, moldin’ tu me cock, knowin’ she was made fer me.
“Ugnnn!” she breathes out, shakin’ an’ rockin’ against me, rollin’ ’er hips wit’ nasty grace.
“Feckkkkk!” I groan an’ grasp ’er arse as we move like the world does’na exist like. It’s jus’ us two, causin’ our bond tu flare again, na forced, na burned, but forged . A sacred thread tyin’ us tugether, soul tu soul.
Me chest heaves, raw wit’ hunger, blazin’ fer more.
“Yu drive me mad, precious one,” I growl against ’er t’roat, voice shredded with need. “By The Source, yu’ve ruined me.”
She gasps, body rockin’ ’arder against me, moanin’ an’ settin’ me on feckin’ fire, body betrayin’ ’er wit’ evera deep thrust o’ me dick, juices already poolin’ from ’er pussy.
“Then fuck me harder! I dare you! Show me how much I drive you wild…” she whispers defiantly in me ear, unduin’ all the work I did tu convince meself tu take it slow wit’ ’er after the Hunt. A deep, feral growl rumbles from me, dangerous, an’ possessive .
“Oh, I feckin’ dare,” I growl. Wit’out anotha word, I seize ’er by the hips an’ slam intu ’er pussy so hard ’er mouth drops open an’ ’er eyes roll tu the back o’ her head in a silent scream.
She barely manages a gasp before I pick ’er up an’ slam ’er down again, spinnin’ ’er, cagin’ ’er in like prey. I grasp ’er titties wit’ me calloused ’ands, shiftin’ me tongue an’ lickin’ ’er all ova while rockin’ intu ’er pussy wit’ a bruisin’ force, tongue thrustin’ deep, tastin’ ’er moans.
“AHHHHH! MURDOCH!” She arches beneath me, clutchin’ me ’air, ’er own now jus’ as wild. “MORE! MORE! MORE!” she begs, sendin’ a snarl from me lips.
“Take as much dick as yu desire, precious one,” I grunt against ’er lips, slammin’ intu ’er. “Feckin’ aye, take it!”
“YYYESSSSS! I’M YOURS, MURDOCH! BY THE SOURCE I’M YOURS!” she screams so loud I’m sure the entire 7 th hell can ’ear! Me dick pulses wit’ need, wit’ love, an’ obsession.
“Look at me,” I command, voice breakin’ on edge an’ she obeys, ’er gaze lockin’ on mine.