Aviva
Ryan’s hands are huge. He can cover each of my breasts entirely. He can curl his thumb and forefinger around my wrists without issue. He could break my neck into splinters without even feeling the damage he’s doing.
For a moment, I feel that rush of adrenaline. Fight or flight–just because of his sheer size compared to mine and his strength. It’s simultaneously terrifying and alluring.
We’ve done this once before but not… all the way. I’ve gotten a glimpse of his cock once or twice, but never… I’m in over my fucking head already, and he’s done nothing more than kiss me so far.
“You’re all right,” he coaxes, noticing the tension starting to coil through my body. “At any point, you can tell me to stop.”
“I won’t,” I whisper, licking my lips as he draws away and looks down at my body. I’m bathed in moonlight. Pure beams of silver-white coast over my skin, setting every freckle and scar glowing. His eyes drop from my face to my neck, and his fingertips brush over the thin, sensitive skin just above my sternum. I wish I knew what was going through his head right now. I’m thankful, honestly, that he knows what he’s doing. It could be worse, far worse.
“I heard–” I rasp, desperately needing to clear my throat. “Freya told me a story about some woman who married into our village a few years ago.”
He arches a brow but doesn’t look at me as I lie motionless. He drags his hand down my side, toward the hem of my dress.
“She–she laid with her new husband of course, after their wedding at the Harvest Festival, and the next day, he wouldn’t even look in her direction, and she was beet red and went to the healer to ask for… direction….” My lips part, and my eyes narrow to heavy slits as his hand slips beneath my dress, ghosting over my heated skin.
“Do you ever wear underwear, Aviva?” he groans with a slight tremor in his voice as he clutches my naked hip, his thumb stroking just below my navel. I’m on fire.
“You interrupted me.”
“Sorry. Continue,” he says lazily, chuckling darkly as he nudges my legs apart to continue his exploration of my body.
“I can’t remember where I was.”
He starts to pull my dress over my hips and belly, and I just lie there, letting him do it, unable and unwilling to move. He places his hand over the flat of my belly, his eyes meeting mine. “She went to the healer?”
“Ohhh…” I suck in a breath as he pulls my dress over my head, tossing the fabric aside. The cool summer night air sends a chill rippling over my skin. My nipples harden, my skin pebbling with gooseflesh, and I’m… hyper aware of every touch.
“Her new husband didn’t know what to do in the marriage bed, and neither did she. I can imagine how… how awkward that must have been for both of them.”
He chuckles again, lying down beside me on his side. He thumbs one of my nipples, tracing a line between my breasts until he reaches the apex of my thighs.
I remember his mouth there, his tongue, the way his teeth gently nibbled my folds until I completely, utterly unraveled.
“If you’re trying to ask if I know where to put it, I guarantee that I do.” He drags his fingers through my folds, and I am soaking wet already. He exhales deeply, satisfied. “Do you know what happens now?”
“You fuck me with your cock.”
“Holy shit.” He trembles, stifling his shock as he presses two fingers inside of me, stretching me out. “Aviva if you talk to me like that the whole time, I’m not going to last very long.”
“Will it hurt?”
“Yeah, for you.” There isn’t an ounce of pity in his voice, and I’m thankful for it. “Not for long, though. It should feel good. If it doesn’t, you need to tell me.”
I finally open my eyes and look up at him. He’s hovering over me, fucking me with his fingers while I pant and start to writhe beneath him. I feel heavy in the most delicious way. Excited and nervous. “I’m so glad it’s you.”
Those words do something to him. His eyes briefly shine with what I can only describe as pride before he dips his head to suck one of my nipples into his hot, eager mouth. I tangle my fingers in his thick hair and rake my nails over his scalp, alternating between gentle strokes and vicious tugs that make him bite down on me and drive his fingers harder, hooking them, which makes me arch into his touch and want to beg for more.
But when he starts to kiss down my belly, I pull his hair hard. “No. No I want… I want…”
“You want to fuck,” he finishes, pressing a wet kiss to my stomach. “Needy little wolf.” His teeth catch my skin, and I moan around the slight pain of it. It doesn’t hurt. It’s a sharp contrast to the deep ache between my legs that makes that coiling sensation feel brighter.
“Take off your pants,” I demand, but he chuckles and lifts his head, his hand snaking around my neck as he climbs on top of me.
“I need to make one thing clear, Aviva. Wife. Mate.” Each word is clipped, but his eyes dance with heat as he continues, “You might be able to boss me around and bend me to your every whim, and I will bend, but not here. Not in bed, or on the forest floor, or wherever I choose to have you. I am in control. Do you understand?”
I nod, but he can see the silent challenge in my eyes. He smirks–deadly and wry–before letting go of my throat and making a show of unbuttoning his pants, too slowly for my liking. I’m thrumming with anticipation, the need to be touched, for relief.
“Please. Hurry. Up.”
“So eager,” he says, clicking his tongue. “Bossy, like usual. Like I said, I am in control. This is my domain. Your body is mine, Aviva. I will do as I please, and there is so much I want to do to you.”
Oh, my Goddess, his tone and his words work their way through my body like ribbons of heat. I tremble, arching my back to find any friction I can between my thighs, but Ryan is amused by my neediness, my desperation to be touched.
“You’re in heat, aren’t you?”
I open my eyes just as he leans down again, covering me with his now totally naked body, his skin so warm it feels fevered. He buries his face in the side of my neck, pinning my skin between his teeth as his hands travel down my sides, my hips, to my ass and roughly pulls my legs apart. The head of his cock is bigger than three of his fingers. Smooth and hot, it presses against my entrance, and he lets out a guttural groan after the briefest of touches. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Aviva.”
I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he balances on an elbow, reaching between us to guide his cock through my folds, the wetness pooled between my legs catching the moonlight showering over us.
“You’re perfect,” he rasps into my hair, the words laced over the top of my ear. “That night I saw you standing on that arch with your arrow pointed at my chest, I imagined how good it would feel to bend you over those ruins and fuck you in the moonlight. Goddess, I wanted it. You have no idea what you’ve done to me,” he whispers against my cheek before catching my mouth in a kiss that knocks the air from my lungs. His tongue dances over mine, his teeth closing on my lower lip.
He slides the head in slowly. The stretch is insane. I buck off the ground, the muscles in my legs going tight.
I trust him. Even when he’s saying the filthiest things I’ve ever heard in my ear, telling me all the ways he wants to use my body, all the things he wants to make me feel.
I’m suddenly unsure if he’s going to fit, and it breaks my heart. What if he hates this? What if he doesn’t actually like doing this with me and I’m–
“Look at me,” he commands, and I do. His eyes are hooded and heavy with desire so palpable I can taste it. “Aviva, I swear that I will make this good for you. More than good.”
I nod. That's all I can do. I can feel his own doubt for a split second as he tries to guide the head of his cock back inside of me. I tense up again.
“I don’t think it’ll fit,” I whimper when the stretch edges on too much.
The corner of Ryan’s mouth lifts in a wry smile. “You can take it.”
He kisses me at the very moment he thrusts with all of his strength, and I choke on a scream.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his eyes closed as he holds himself there. The pain is both dizzying and electric. The way my heart is beating out of rhythm reminds me of hunting. It's the same full bodied thrill.
“You’re such a good girl for me,” he soothes as he rocks against my hips, slow and rhythmic, giving me a chance to adjust to him, which I’m not sure I ever will. “You’re so tight. So good, Aviva. You’re taking me so well.”
My eyes roll back in my head. He loops an arm around behind my lower back to keep it arched as he pulls out slowly, groaning loudly, like he can’t help but soak in the feeling of my walls clutching him all the way down.
The emptiness that follows is excruciating. “Ryan, please, come back–”
“Slowly, baby,” he coaxes, “We have time.” His next kiss is gentle, his lips pressed against mine as he guides himself in, and out, in, and out, until I relax enough to handle the rhythmic jerks and thrusts that follow. His breathing picks up. He unwinds his arm and holds himself upright with his palms planted on the grass beside my shoulders, his head bent to watch the place where we’re joined.
When I bend my knee and arch my back to take more of him, to take him deeper, his body rattles with delight. “Fuck…” He draws out the word, gritting his teeth and slightly shaking his head.
“Is it not–does it not feel good–” I pant, sweat dripping between my breasts.
“Your pussy is fucking paradise,” he grinds out, grunting as he clutches my hip to grind into me so deeply it makes my toes curl.
A warmth starts to expand in my lower back, making it hard to focus. The sounds coming from my lips are shattered and far, far away as I start to beg. For what, I don’t rightfully know, but Ryan somehow understands.
“Very good,” he praises, pleased, pressing a kiss to the top of my knee. But I wipe the smug ass grin off his face the second I tense my inner muscles around his cock. He chokes out a breath, his hand curling into a fist in the grass beside me. “If you do that again, I’ll come, and you’ll be disappointed.”
My breath grows heavy and quick as the warmth spreads from my lower back to my belly, shimmering deep under my skin.
“Oh, you’re so close,” he whispers, closing his eyes as his movements slow. His free hand splays over my lower belly, warm and huge, his thumb drawing sweet circles around my aching clit. “That’s it.”
“Ryan,” I whimper, biting down on my lower lip to stop from screaming his name. He’s so large inside of me. I can feel everything. It feels amazing everywhere, and I’m–I’m losing control. Is this how it’s supposed to feel? “Ryan?”
“You’re all right,” he soothes, his movements gaining speed again, his thumb pressing and dragging over my clit in a way that has my legs locking up. He licks his lips, his cheeks a ruddy pink with exertion. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
I look up into his eyes, depthless and a deep, dark blue in the moonlight. Mate. This is my mate. The person the Goddess designed for me, for life.
So I say it, the word tasting as sweet as sugar on my tongue. “Mate. My mate. My–” I scream his name, squeezing my eyes shut as blinding release erupts between my legs and expands everywhere, untangling every tense muscle and filling me with pleasure that makes me feel hot and tingly.
My inner walls spasm, clutching his cock, and Ryan growls with satisfaction before pumping into me once, twice, so hard my back slides over the grass. He pulls out swiftly, spilling himself on my lower belly. His muscles are locked as he hisses out his breath, shuddering.
Then he collapses on top of me.
I wrap my arms around him and squeeze.
That wasn’t so bad.
I can’t wait to tell Freya.