Chapter 11 #3
I squirmed. He pressed down harder, and the message was clear: stay.
He held me for another few seconds, then lifted his paw and stepped back.
I rolled to my feet, shook myself, and immediately crouched into a play bow.
The sound he made wasn’t quite a growl. It was more like exasperation given voice through a wolf’s vocal cords.
He came at me low and fast, and I barely managed to dodge before his shoulder would have bowled me over again. I spun and ran, not away from him but in a wide arc around the meadow, and he gave chase.
We ran.
We were two wolves in a clearing with the sun climbing over the ridge and the morning stretching ahead of us. My legs burned and my lungs worked hard in the thin mountain air, but the joy of it was uncomplicated and pure, my body doing what it was built to do without my mind getting in the way.
Silas caught me at the far edge of the meadow. He hit me from the side again, gentler this time, and we went down together in a controlled tumble that ended with him pinning me on my back, his jaws closing carefully around my throat.
His teeth rested against the fur and skin of my neck with just enough pressure to communicate complete control, and I went utterly still beneath him.
My wolf understood. This was the language, the hierarchy, the way it worked when you tested an alpha and he reminded you who was in charge.
He held me there for a long moment, his breath warm against my throat, his weight solid and grounding. Then he released me and stepped back, and I rolled to my feet and shook myself off.
We stood in the clearing, both breathing hard, and looked at each other.
Then Silas turned and started trotting back toward the cabin.
I followed.
We shifted back to human form in the clearing outside the cabin. The change moved through both of us simultaneously, fur receding and limbs restructuring, and then we were standing naked in the morning sun with the grass cool beneath our feet.
Silas looked at me with an expression that was equal parts exasperated and something warmer.
“You shifted. Did you do it on purpose this time?”
“I think so? But I’m not sure.”
“You couldn’t be patient and wait for me?”
“No, I couldn’t. And you’re welcome, by the way. For keeping you company while you did your hunting thing.”
“I didn’t need company.”
“Everyone needs company.” I stepped closer, looking up at him with innocent eyes. “Especially when they’re out in the woods alone, tracking residual monster essence or whatever it is you were doing.”
He stared at me for a moment, then shook his head and turned toward the cabin.
I followed him up the porch steps and through the door. The fire had gone out completely now, the hearth full of gray ash, and the morning light filled the main room with a warm glow.
Silas crossed to the hearth and knelt to rebuild the fire. I watched him from the doorway, my pulse settling back into something resembling normal. He stood and turned to face me, the kindling catching behind him, small flames beginning to lick upward.
“Come here.”
I crossed the room. When I was close enough, he reached out and pulled me against him, then kissed me hard.
“If you needed attention, all you had to do was ask.”
“You weren’t here,” I said.
He led me to the couch and sat me down gently.
“Fair point. I’m here now, my pouty little mate.”
He knelt between my legs, his hands sliding slowly up my thighs.
“Silas—”
“Shh.” His thumbs traced lazy circles on my inner thighs. “You wanted my attention. Now you have it.”
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my hip bone, then another just below my navel. Teasing. Taking his time. My breath hitched and my fingers curled into the couch cushions.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” I managed.
“Doing what?” Another kiss, lower this time, maddeningly close to where I needed him but not quite there.
“Being insufferable.”
His laugh was low and dark. “You haven’t seen insufferable yet.”
Then his tongue finally settled on my clit, and whatever sarcastic response I’d been forming dissolved into a gasp. He started torturously slow, moving in long strokes that had me arching off the couch.
My hands went to his hair, fingers threading through the dark strands.
“Silas, please—”
He pulled back just enough to look up at me, his eyes gleaming. “Please what?”
“More,” I gasped. “Please, more.”
And then he stopped teasing.
His mouth turned hungry, demanding, and the shift in intensity was so sudden and overwhelming that I couldn’t do anything but hold on.
His tongue circled my clit with focused, relentless strokes while two fingers slid inside me, curling in a way that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
He alternated between sucking and licking, the pressure perfect and maddening, while his fingers moved in a steady rhythm that left me gasping.
One hand gripped my hip to hold me in place while the other slid up to splay across my stomach, keeping me still as everything else spun out of control.
The first orgasm hit me like lightning. I cried out, my whole body tensing, then shattering into something that felt like flying and falling at the same time.
But he didn’t stop.
His mouth stayed on me, relentless, and the pleasure that had just peaked immediately started building again. It was too much, too intense.
I tried to squirm back, but his hand tightened on my hip.
“Don’t even think about it,” he growled against me.
I tried anyway, my body seeking relief from the almost unbearable intensity, and that’s when his hand came down on my ass, two hard smacks that sent jolts of sensation through me that somehow merged with the pleasure instead of interrupting it.
“Stay,” he said, his voice dropping into that alpha tone that bypassed my brain entirely and spoke directly to my wolf. “You wanted my attention. Now take it.”
The command in his voice pushed me right back to the edge. I was shaking, my fingers digging into his shoulders now, torn between wanting to pull him closer and needing to escape the intensity of it.
He chose for me, holding me exactly where he wanted me, and when the second climax hit, it was deeper, longer, rolling through me in waves that seemed to go on forever.
My entire body trembled as he worked me through it, gentler now but still thorough, wringing every last aftershock from my oversensitive nerves.
When he finally pulled back, I was sprawled across the couch with my chest heaving and my mind completely blank.
Silas rose to his feet and reached for me.
“Up.”
He lifted me off the couch by my upper arms before I’d fully processed the instruction, setting me on my feet and then turning me in a single motion so my back was against his chest. His cock pressed against the small of my back, and his hands went to my waist.
He walked me around to the arm of the couch and bent me over it.
My chest and cheek met the worn leather cushion.
My ass jutted up behind me, the cool cabin air meeting the residual heat he’d put there with his palm.
My hands gripped the far side of the cushion.
I was folded over the arm of the couch with my legs parted and my back arched and everything exposed, and I heard him settle into position behind me.
His hands gripped my hips.
The blunt pressure of his cock found my entrance and held there, just enough contact for me to feel the thick head splitting me open without actually filling me.
“Silas, wait—”
He drove forward.
The stretch punched the air from my lungs. He buried himself in a single stroke that bottomed out against my cervix with enough force that my fingers dug into the leather and my mouth opened in a cry that filled the warm room and bounced back from the stone walls.
He held there, fully seated, his hips flush against my ass. Then he pulled back and slammed in again, and the rhythm he set was the opposite of gentle.
It was the kind of fucking that moved furniture, each thrust driving me into the couch arm with enough force that the couch itself scraped forward half an inch on the pine floor.
His hands on my hips were iron, hauling me back to meet every stroke.
The slap of his pelvis against my ass rang through the cabin in a steady, obscene percussion that blended with the crack of the fire and the sound of my voice making noises that felt more wolf than human.
“Your belly will be swollen with my pups soon.” His voice came from above and behind me, rough and dark, each word delivered between thrusts that drove the breath from my body. “My needy, beautiful little mate, round with my babies.”
The image ignited something primal, beneath thought, in the place where my wolf lived, and my pussy clenched around him so violently he groaned.
“And even when you’re a fancy lawyer—” He drove into me with a stroke that made my toes curl against the floor and my nails score the leather. “—you’ll still be my naughty little mate.” His hand cracked across my right cheek.
He leaned forward, his chest covering my back, his mouth at my ear.
“Mine to breed whenever I want.”
The word breed set off a cascade of heat that flooded downward through my pelvis and clenched every muscle between my navel and my knees. The climax that had been building gathered itself into a fist at the center of me and I felt its shadow looming.
“Say it.” He drove into me and held, grinding against my cervix. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” My voice was scraped past hoarseness to something raw. “I’m your mate.”
He ground his thumb against my clit and drove his cock into me at the exact angle that shattered the last of whatever I’d been holding together, and I came brutally hard.
My body locked around him in contractions so intense my vision went white and my scream was silent for the first two seconds because my lungs had seized along with everything else.
Then the sound arrived, ragged and unrestrained and bouncing off the cabin walls.
My pussy milked him in waves that I felt in the soles of my feet curling against the pine floor.
He fucked me through all of it. Relentless, unceasing, each thrust prolonging the plateau until I was sobbing into the leather and clawing at the cushion and begging in words that weren’t fully formed.
His rhythm broke at last. The controlled, punishing pace stuttered, and his hands on my hips tightened to a bruising grip as he buried himself to the root with a sound that came from somewhere deeper than his chest, from whatever had made and bound him to this place and to me.
I felt him come, hot, thick ropes of his essence spurting into me, and then his knot asserted itself, expanding deep within and stretching me more with each thrust. He kept moving, grinding those last few inches until the thickest part of his knot had locked me into place.
His hips rolled against my ass in slow, grinding motions, my pussy clamping down around him and pulling his seed deeper, unable to let even a drop escape with his knot sealing us together.
I lay pinned over the arm of the couch, completely and utterly claimed, locked to him until at last his knot deflated and he slowly pulled back from me.
He gathered me up off the couch arm, turned me, and pulled me against his chest, his come sliding warm down the inside of my thigh as he did so. We sank onto the cushions together, my legs across his lap, his arm around my shoulders, his hand resting on my stomach.
I pressed my face into his neck and breathed him in.
His thumb circled on my belly.
I settled against his chest. His heartbeat was slow and steady beneath my ear.
“Your mine, little mate.”