Maeve
For a moment, I expect Soren to pull away from the kiss. My body tightens in anticipation for him to shove me away, for his snarl and whatever snide comments await me.
But he backs me against a wall, his tongue darting over mine, and kisses me back in a feral, all-consuming way that makes heat sizzle to life all over my body, igniting my powers.
“Soren,” I whisper, pulling back to take a much needed breath. “Are you hurt? Please–”
He shushes me sternly, stepping into me, his body taking up my entire view. I look up into his eyes when his mouth meets mine again, slowly this time, drawing out a wet, hot kiss that makes my knees tremble when his eyes meet mine.
His pupils are fully dilated like he’s still riding out his wolf powers, but every touch, every breath, is for me, not battle.
“Fuck me,” I command, and he… obliges.
Soren pins me to the wall, his fingers wrapped around my throat, and kisses me again, growling under his breath as I nibble his lower lip, refusing to let go. His other hand travels down the length of my body, over my muddy clothes, pulling my shirt out of the belt loop holding my skirt in place. I gasp when his warm hands touch my bare, chilled skin. His hand drifts up my belly to my breast where he presses, cupping then kneading my sensitive flesh while my nipple stiffens against his palm. He presses his body against mine, and I’m reminded that he’s already totally, completely naked.
His cock rubs against my belly–rigid. Hard as steel and huge. My eyes fluttered closed. I don’t care if it hurts me. I don’t care if I can’t walk, or if I cry, or even bleed…. No. I have to have him. My entire body is thrumming with the anticipation he started at the hotel, when he used his fingers to make me feel… wanted. Worshipped.
I want him. I want him more than anything. I need him, and I’m willing to beg. What did he say he’d do to me? Fuck my mouth? Make me pay for every sharp, mean thing I’ve ever said to him?
Goddess, I want that. I want to know what he tastes like, how he’d feel sliding down my throat.
His teeth graze my jaw as his hands continue to explore my breasts, tugging my shirt out of the way before growing frustrated enough to rip it clean from my body. Cool, rainy air brushes over my naked skin. He presses kisses to my neck, my collarbone, then reaches down and grips my thighs, hoisting me into his arms where he presses me back against the wall with my legs now wrapped around his waist. I cry out his name when he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, his tongue darting then drawing circles before he bites down. I gasp, clawing his shoulders, but he sucks the pain away, leaving me breathless, any rational thought fizzling away from my normally overcrowded, overwhelmed mind.
Thunder booms, but all I can hear are my cries of pleasure as he kisses between my breasts, groaning against my skin as his grip on my thighs tightens. I rock my hips against his stomach as a dull ache spreads through my center, throbbing, pulling my attention away from his ministrations.
“Please,” I beg, scraping my nails down his back. I gasp, writhing as his tongue drags another line between my breasts. “Gods, Soren, please!”
I try to wriggle out of his arms, giving him another sharp scratch to get his attention, but he chuckles darkly against my skin, lifting his face to mine. “You’re asking for trouble, Princess. Are you sure you want to do this? There’s no going back.”
“I want this,” I pant.
He smiles wickedly against my cheek, still keeping me pinned to the wall. He lets go of one of my thighs to smooth his hand down my side then over my hip, his hand warm on my skin as he brushes the fabric back. “You can’t take this back once it’s done. I’ll be the first man between your legs, and I’ll be sure to leave my mark. You’ll never forget it. No one will ever come close.”
His hand slips over my leg to my ass, his thigh dragging over where my slit is covered by my panties–already soaking wet.
I twitch when his thumb brushes over my clit and holds there.
“Please,” I whimper, rocking against his touch, wishing there wasn’t a thin layer of cotton between us. “Soren, I’m begging you.”
“I just shifted for the first time in five years, Maeve,” he explains, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to mine while his muscles strain against the weight of holding me up. His fingers deftly slide my underwear to the side, his touch featherlight through my folds, but I moan, arching my neck. “I could–no, I will lose control. I’ll fuck you like a wolf would, and I don’t know if you can handle that.”
“Please,” I whisper again, the word turning to molten desperation as he slides three fingers inside of me, stretching me in an impossible way. I grind against his fingers, gripping his shoulders for support, and he lets me, watching me chase the same feeling he gave me the other night. He circles his thumb over my clit, sharpening the sensation as I ride his fingers, losing myself, losing control and any shyness I might have had.
“Good,” he rasps, his cock hovering just below my entrance, practically wedged between us while he continues to hold me off the ground, my back biting into the stone. “Keep doing that.”
“I want you,” I snarl, losing my patience. Tears of frustration prick the corners of my eyes when he gives me that cocky, wry smile.
“I can tell. You’re wet as fuck for me, Princess.”
“Do something about it then,” I grit out.
“I will, don’t worry. I just like hearing you beg.”
My heart quakes as that smile wraps around my mind, turning everything to flame. My powers respond, my body warming like this–whatever this is between us–is recharging my powers in a way they hadn’t been able to before.
I writhe on his fingers. He taps my clit with his thumb, smiling when I whimper another short, frustrated moan. He’s enjoying this–teasing me, drawing out my suffering.
I can’t take it anymore. I can’t. I lean forward, taking his earlobe between my teeth. He jerks, growling low in his throat until I release him, whispering across his ear, “You can put it in my mouth.”
“Fuck, Maeve,” he breathes, pressing me further into the wall and rocking his hips into mine. His cock is sandwiched between us–hot to the touch.
“I want that,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut as he jerks his fingers inside of me hard. “I want to taste you. I want you dripping down my throat.”
“Where did a high-bred lady like you learn to talk like that?” he whispers into my hair, starting to lose himself the same way I am.
“Fuck me, Soren. Hurt me. Choke me.”
“Fuck,” he snarls, losing his grip on reality entirely. “You have no idea what you’re asking,” he says through gritted teeth.
My answer is another sharp bite to his ear. His growl reverberates through my body.
“You little witch,” he pants. “Bite me again, and see what happens.”
So, of course, I do. I bite his cheek, and he snarls, teeth bared, and releases his hold on me. My feet hit the ground, but he doesn’t lean a shred of space between us. He bends his arm over my head, resting his forearm against the wall, his face lowered to mine. “Take off your clothes.”
I cup my breasts, my eyes glued to his.
“Now,” he asserts, breathless, as he watches me pinch my nipples between my fingers. He rolls his lower lip between his teeth, his eyes still trapped in the pseudo-transformation, like he’s fighting his wolf for control. “Do it now, or I’ll do it myself.”
I slowly drag my hands down my bare stomach. My blood rushes in tune with my hammering heartbeat. His gaze follows my hands as I smooth my skirt down over my hips, then my thighs, until it falls in a heap of fabric at my ankles.
“Everything,” he says, his eyes lifting to mine, glassy with a feral, animalistic kind of heat.
I keep my eyes on his while shimmying out of my panties, stepping away from them, totally and completely exposed. My hair falls over my shoulders in messy waves, tickling my breasts as I heave a breath. Soren’s sweep of my naked body is so heated my skin could blister.
“Now turn and face the wall,” he commands, his voice steady, unwavering, and utterly serious.
But I can’t help myself when I reach for him, my fingertips traveling down the length of his thick shaft. He flexes his jaw, his eyes still locked on mine, darkening to the point I can’t make out their kaleidoscope of colors anymore.
I continue the light, teasing touch, loving the way his jaw tightens, and his hand grips my waist. Wetness drips between my thighs. I squeeze them together, trembling as a jolt of pleasure ripples through me.
His nostrils flare, and that heated gaze turns deadly. He leans in to brush his next words over the rim of my ear, “What did I say?”
I grip his cock, hard, and he chokes out a breath before growling, losing the last shred of control he has.
He grips my waist and whirls me to face the wall. I suck in a breath as he presses his hand flat against my lower belly, forcing me to bend just a touch. His other hand travels down my back, over a globe of my ass, and then he steps into me, kicking my ankles apart, his cock pressed between my cheeks. He slides his dick down, guiding it between my folds. I shiver as pressure like I’ve never felt before turns to pure pleasure, adrenaline soaring through my veins, thawing my powers.
He steps into me again, my breasts flush with the wall, my face turned to the side and cheek pinned against the cool stone, and thrusts.
I rise on my toes, a scream climbing up my throat that he stifles with a hand around my neck, but he doesn’t move. He buries himself inside of me, stretching me out, forcing me to submit in one smooth stroke.
“Holy fuck,” he growls, his fingers gripping my hip.
“You don’t fit,” I whimper, gasping for breath, but that low, sensual chuckle works its way through my tight body, my coiled muscles.
“Oh, I just made sure that I do,” he replies smoothly, then pulls out just a touch before pressing back in. He doesn’t stifle his own grunt of pleasure. The sound works through me, massaging out the knots of pain and uncertainty. “You feel… gods, you’re so fucking tight, Maeve.”
The hand on my hip slips between my thighs. His fingers graze my clit, sending little jolts of pleasure through my legs, my lower belly, enough to loosen the spasming tightness keeping his dick locked inside of me.
“Relax,” he breathes against my temple. “Let me have you.”
His fingers find that dull ache and turn it to unyielding fire. My legs tremble but begin to relax, and he rasps a breath, pulling out to the tip and slowly sliding back in.
I whimper a moan, gripping the wall he’s keeping me pinned to, but it turns to a sharp exhale of pleasure as he pushes past the soreness and fills me again.
“Good girl,” he says in praise.
“Soren,” I moan, my breath catching in my throat. “Fuck, I–”
He leans down, kissing my shoulder, his teeth graze my skin as he pumps into me from behind, starting with slow, almost delicate and exploratory movements to something piercing, angled, and primitive.
My muscles tighten as that ache blurs with pleasure. The room fades, and then it’s just us, just his hands on my body, his mouth sucking kisses on my skin, his cock filling me to the brim, and my inner walls clutching him tight on his way out.
I start to tremble, meeting him thrust for thrust as he picks up his pace, driving me toward the edge of oblivion, but he notices how close I am and suddenly pulls out, snatching me from the wall, and swiftly lowers me to the ground on top of a blanket.
I barely have a moment to breathe before he’s inside of me again, my legs splayed, and his cock buried to the hilt between them. I arch my back while he fills me, crying out his name.
His mouth hovers over mine as he fucks me into the floor. He’s not gentle. I don’t think that word is in Soren’s vocabulary. He fucks me like I’m not a princess. Like I’m not the future queen. He fucks me like I belong to him–his to use as he sees fit–so he does.
“I’m going to come,” I warn him, my voice quivering as I bite out the words, clasping his shoulders and bending my neck back as a wave of insane pressure builds and breaks, leaving me breathless.
Soren curses, grunting my name as he pumps into me, once, then twice, burying his cock so deep my toes curl, and then he spills himself inside of me.
Warmth spreads through me like a shimmering wave of fire, settling in my powers.
He presses us into the blanket, panting, his lips finding mine in the rainy darkness.
I look up at him, tracing my fingertips over his cheekbone. “You’re mine now,” I tell him. “I think I’m going to keep you.”
He arches a brow. “I’m not a pet, Maeve.”
I steal his words with a kiss, and he leans into it, and I feel him growing hard again already.
“Do it again,” I whisper against his mouth.