122 His for So Long
Fury laid me out on my herb table with my dress torn so he could touch all of my skin. He greedily took in the sight of my exposed body. I spread my thighs willingly for him.
He caught my knees. Yanking me to the edge of the wood slab. So my ass hung halfway off in sweet offering.
He made a sound as he looked at me, that was pure animal. He drew a quaking breath and thrust forward. Pushing into me almost violently. I felt him entering the haven of my inner walls with possessive power. Penetrating deep into me. Until he brushed along a barrier deep beneath my belly.
Now, he was all the way in me. Driving into me wildly. His hips dug into my thighs. I felt the slap of his sac against my slit.
It might've been painful had I not already been dripping from my own excitement at touching his bare body after so long. Thus, feeling him inside me was glorious. Stretching me again as he had before. Renewing the sensation of a man within my inner channel of a male claiming me as his in the most primal way possible.
This is Fury.
And heavens, I had missed him!
His smell, his touch, his visceral need.
Every part of him.
I had thought when we talked down at the river that he didn’t desire me. That everything that had been between us had faded with his memories of calling out my name in his sickness. He couldn’t remember that either.
All that strength and barely leashed beast in him, only made it more erotic for me. My whole body was burning. I wanted him closer.
More.
It felt like no matter how deep he was or how much he claimed me, pouring his scent over and in me, I would never feel like he was near enough.
Still, I was going to give him what he needed.
The Mating Moon’s call was undeniable. It beckoned the beasts. Pulling them from the bodies of the males and females she owned. Demanding that they slake their lusts on their chosen partners.
She was as undeniable as my next breath.
Yet, when Fury and I had travelled together, he had not seemed to suffer her effects.
I knew Alpha Edrick would tell me it was because I was already there with him. His beast didn’t need to claim me because as far as we were both concerned, I was claimed.
I behaved as if I belonged to Fury.
His beast had no need to remind me I was his.
But now…Things were different. We had been apart. And I believed now that his beast had been denied any carnal pleasure.
Or perhaps, I secretly hoped beyond hope, he did not want another.
Either way, Fury needed my body tonight. He had chosen me to ease his suffering.
It felt good to give myself to him. And to know that he still desired me, craved me.
I wasn't the only one yearning.
Fury was pounding into me with such wild abandon that the table rocked beneath me. Jars and wooden cups clattered and fell, from the wicked rhythm Fury was building. My breasts hopped with every motion. My thighs clutched around him. My ankles hooked behind him. Urging him to give me more.
We were both carnal animals…. Hungry ones.
Ravenous. I thought.
Somewhere far-off I heard the mourning howls of wolves outside. Whining cries which indicated to me that they smelled not only my feminine arousal which had them wanting a taste, but Fury's male scent engaging with mine. Telling them that I was already being possessed. That they would be denied their desires.
They know he’s taking me.
They cried because they felt he'd stolen what they'd yearned for. What they had tried to enter my hut to obtain.
Fury had walked in and stolen what they’d hoped to claim for their own.
But what they didn’t understand was that I’d given it to him. That I had wanted him to wish for pieces of me.
My body. My mind, and even my heart…
I wrapped my legs tighter around his hips until there was no space separating us. I used my hooked ankles behind his flanks to bring him toward me as I lifted my hips to give him more.
Because I want more.
Twistedly, I wanted it to hurt. I wanted him to ram against my very womb and bruise my thighs in his need.
I wanted to leave my hut tomorrow, probably alone, feeling him with every movement. So I would know he was really there and it wasn’t another of my tormenting dreams of what we’d shared.
I want to remember.
When Fury leaned over me to change the angel, I shoved his tunic up so I could feel his chest against my sensitive nipples.
“I missed you, Rebekah.” He said raggedly. “Every moment and every step, I knew I should’ve come back to you.”
I lifted my lips to meet his every thrust. Riding against him as he drove deep into my center. Claiming me in the most primal way possible even as I did my own version of claiming. Trying to brand myself over his length so he would remember that it was only me he could desire.
I broke away from that kiss to peer up at him.
“Then why didn’t you?”
“I knew I’d ruined things, beautiful as they were, I knew I realized I shouldn’t have abandoned you. I imagined how much you hated me. That was what I saw in your eyes down by the river…That I’d lost you.”
“Could you lose one, that you never marked?” I asked. My heart aching as I knew he would deny it.
He’ll say something that breaks me, even now. He always did. Forever cruel in his honesty.
“Apparently you can.” He breathed. “I did. And I’d never felt like I lost something I needed more.”
That was so close to calling me his mate. A breath away.
For now, it was enough. I would take it.
It sounded very much like something I could build on.
If Edrick was right, there was hope.
I can make him see.
But that wasn’t a mission for right now.
Right now, was pleasure. Pure and undiluted. I was going to allow myself to savor it. I’m his.
For now, at least, I'm his.
His face dropped to the crook of my neck and shoulder. He hovered there. Aching and warring and debating.
I could feel his body resisting what his wolf wanted, even as his length pulsed into me. Proclaiming what he wanted over and over again.
Do it. For that prolonged moment, I found myself unable to breathe.
I reflexively tilted my head aside to give him access to my throat.
I felt his breath along the side of my neck. Caressing over the bumping flesh. I closed my eyes and imagined the bittersweet pain of his wolf’s teeth sinking into the side of my neck. That very spot that would always be seen. That would declare to all that I was completely, irrevocably his.
For one heart-stopping moment I thought he would mark me.
Then he threw his head back. Emitting a frustrated growl as he disappointingly decided to restrain himself. Still, he pulsed into me relentlessly. His hips flexing, his powerful thighs pushing forward. His chest heaving and his eyes bright with wolf light.
He was a monster.
The monster I love.
I wanted him. I wanted him to mate me as his, and I wanted to claim him as my mate. I wanted us to be united. A joined force against any enemy.
But he can’t do it.
He won’t. I mentally corrected.
My fingernails turned to claws. Sinking into the tops of his shoulders. I wanting to drive him to the same point of insanity where I lived.
“You’re mine, Rebekah.” He whispered in the throes of the heat we were sharing. “Mine.”
I am.
But he was saying the words he needed to say in place of the act his wolf demanded. It wasn’t enough for the beast.
He growled. Straining against his fleshen prison. Fury’s skin rippled. Swaying and jerking. When he reared back in pleasure, the face of his wolf trailed along his chest. Turning as it paced within him. I saw it’s profile of teeth and jaw jutting against his skin and swelling it as he strained to come out.
I miss the wolf.
But Fury was afraid.
If his wolf came out under the Mating Moon we both knew what would happen.
Alpha Edrick was right. I was sure now. I am his mate.
It is only his mind denying it. The wolf does not.
But that was the thing about wolves. They didn’t spare much time for emotion, regret, or kindness. They operated based on what they needed. What they want.
They spent no time denying themselves.
That part of Fury is all human.
He would’ve hated to hear me say it. But it was true.
Still, everything in me was responding to his rough aggression and the depth of his yearning. My back arched and my body took hold of me.
I cried out. Clenching around him in rapid little squeezes. Tugging on his length as I saturated all that velvety hard flesh with my climax.
I cried out again as it prolonged. Writhing against him from the sheer intensity of the unending ripples jerking through my nerves and electrifying my muscles.
Every part of my body was responding to the orgasm. Telling me this was the male that I should always be beside.
I was reacting to his pheromone, his male hormones and every part of Fury himself.
Fury was watching me, no longer breathing as his eyes burned into me. He tilted his head in interest as I clutched his shoulders. My belly flexing as I tried to will the climax to come to a halt as it had my muscles flexed for so long I thought something within me might shred.
But Fury did not stop, did not pause as he usually did. He was hammering himself into my body. Watching as the quivers of the orgasm continued. Unwilling to relent as long as he was in motion.
“Fury!” I begged.
“What, my she-wolf?" He asked roughly. His voice barely his own.
My she-wolf. If I wasn't already riding the peals of ecstasy, those words would've surely sent me there. They were that potent to my ears.