13. The Moments Before

His hand rose slowly, bringing her fingers to his lips to kiss each tip one at a time. A tender gesture her sleeping mind could not appreciate. She smiled in her sleep again, rubbing her body against him as he kissed her fingers.

Still holding her hand, he slipped his free one down, moving under the hem of her shirt to touch her bare sex. It was a great comfort finding her warm and undamaged after what he had done to her last night. Though he did not regret the act itself, he would forever have the horrible image in his mind of her battered, bleeding form. He would never be so cruel again, no matter how angry he got.

Forcing the thoughts away, he traced the soft folds of her sex, circling her opening slowly until he felt moistness wet the tips of his fingers. When his warm fingers touched her, she moaned softly, spreading her legs for him in her sleep. She murmured his name softly as his fingers found her entrance. It didn’t take her long for her body to respond to him. His skillful fingers urged her body to heat up for him and become ready for him again. Guiding that slickness upwards, he found her clit and tenderly massaged her musky lotion into her hood, nudging it back gently until he could toy with her sensitive nub.

Her eyes slowly cracked open, and she looked up at him. She moved her head and kissed his lips softly, completely unaware if there was anyone else there. The crates nestled them and gave them cover and some room for her to move around. She could feel the heat and hardness of his need for her, and she would not deny him.

She moved around until she was sitting on his lap, facing him. A deep rumbling purr of approval drifted past his lips when she woke, both physically and mentally. Her juices flowed along his fingers, ready and eager to have him first thing in the morning, and he slipped his hand free to grip her hip as she moved to face him. She couldn’t help but marvel at the differences of their size, yet they seemed to fit together so well. With a knee on either side of him, she moved her hips against him. He still had on his pants, but she didn’t care. She rubbed herself against him as she continued to kiss him; her kisses becoming more passionate as her tongue crept out to touch his lips. How easily she fed a little flame and turned it into a full-out blaze. The first taste of her lips sent a deep ache into his groin.

Shifting under her, he slumped down a bit, just enough to give her more room to move. With one hand in her hair to hold her to his hungry, probing kiss, he reached between them. Deft fingers flew over the laces of his trousers, peeling the material apart enough to draw out his full erection. His tongue danced in her mouth, darting in and out at the same moment he turned his hand and slipped two fingers into her dripping sex.

“Emmalyn,” he breathed, breaking the kiss only long enough to take in the air, then greedily captured her lips again. She moaned when she heard him speak her name, the sound of it sending a shiver of excitement through her. She wanted to ask him to say it again.

His fingers thrust roughly into her, stretching and rubbing her sensitive walls while he massaged her clit with his thumb; preparing her as much as he was eagerly spreading her scent. She gasped softly against his lips as she felt his fingers enter her and probe her. Her tongue moved and rubbed against his slowly, kissing him passionately and deeply. She moved and rocked her hips against his hand, her body already quivering from the pleasure he gave her.

She let the kiss turn more fevered and rough as she moved her hips harder against him, almost being able to feel the waves of heat that were coming from her sex. She wasn’t even aware that he was advertising what they were doing to the rest of the group, as well as preparing her body for him.

Her body cried out for him. She was desperate to feel him inside her again, wanting to feel him lay claim and demand upon her body, which she could not deny.

The others cast a few glances back to the last wagon where the healer and hunter were. They scented her, reacting basely to it, then shrugged it off fairly easily. She was not theirs to play with, not with Farrel in the way, at least.

He found her feverish motions utterly intoxicating. He thrust his fingers faster inside her, matched her motions, and followed her every time she twisted and rolled on his lap. His thumb continued to rub tight circles around her pulsing nub, fully enjoying how her heart thumped hard each time he touched there.

She broke the kiss long enough to whisper, “Please…” against his lips as she moved to kiss him again.

Then she begged him. He withdrew his hand, slippery with her fluids, and spread it along the length of his manhood. Once he was slick from tip to root, he guided her trembling body over him and watched her; green eyes flashing into deep evergreen with lust. He did not move to take her this time. It was her turn to take from him and he held still, allowing her to sheathe herself when she was ready. He merely encouraged her as he slipped his wet fingers across her clit while his free hand swept into the collar of her shirt, moving it to the side to bare one breast and fed that lovely pink nipple into his hungry mouth.

She whimpered softly, her body slowly impaling itself on his hard flesh. Her mouth opened as her body struggled to accommodate his girth, her inner walls stretching to take him inside of her. His fingers moving against her sensitive clit made her wiggle on his lap, pushing herself down further until she was sitting on his fully, his length buried inside her.

Her hips rolled towards him and rocked back in one fluid motion. They were slow, full movements. They had all the time in the world. She didn’t want to rush, but feel everything that she could. She wanted to give herself to him and have him accept her, and he did. Her soft cries of need reached him as she moved her hands to the back of his neck while she leaned back and held onto him. She arched her back so that his lips could continue to move over her nipple, holding that sensitive bud captive for as long as he wanted to.

Farrel was in a haze of pleasurable pain. The amount of strength it took for him to pass her the reigns while she so eagerly rode his cock nearly killed him. His instincts warred against his will to yield to her, clouding most else save for them. He moved his hand from between them after a time and wrapped his arms tight around her back. The sweet flavor of her breast danced over his tongue every time he lapped at her pebbled nipple.

As his lips grazed over her skin, nudging the collar of her shirt open further to allow him to feast on her neglected breast, something cut through the musk thickened air around them. It drifted in, only to be smothered before it came a moment later. He breathed in deeply as he shuddered with the full impact of their arousal... and then decay.

A low growl erupted from his throat, vibrating against her soft breast that he reluctantly released. She was getting lost in the moment, her sense, dull next to his, was all trained on him and what they were doing. Only when he growled did her eyes snap open and her brow furl. Something was wrong. She could tell by the way he shifted her from on top of him to be over her.

His arms tightened around her almost painfully as he leaned forward, shifting to his knees. He shielded her with his body while flicking his eyes rapidly around the surrounding forest. His well-trained senses hunted for the enemy. Yet one hand still grasped her bottom, urging her to continue to move and encouraged her to a faster pace as his hunger for her flowed into his bloodlust.

“Do not stop,” he whispered roughly in her ear.

She moaned deeply, his hand urging her to move faster. She was so close, but he was tense, caused her to tense too.

“What’s….wrong…” she asked, panting from the effort to keep going. She didn’t stop, just like he asked, but she looked around, suddenly scared.

He only shook his head. Firmly denying her an answer. He needed her to keep her movements up, to keep sending her scent out in waves as to not alert those hunting them. The others were already tensed and alert, though they made no sign of stopping the wagons. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the first movement. Barely more than a blur, flitting between the trees trying to edge closer without raising alarms. They were moving warily, taking advantage of the Alpha hunter’s weakness.

Letting out another involuntary growl, he pressed her down flat between the boxes; hands splayed on either side of her, knees pressed down as he broke their steady pace and piston rapidly in and out of her tight sex. His face was a mask of pure concentration. Even with his lusts high, he had firmly locked his need to cum back behind the impending battle. While his motions were for a purpose, he still savored the slick heat of her wrapped so snugly around him. It was a shame he would have to break free from her.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered harshly, wanting above all else to protect her from what was coming.