19. Decision Made

Her heart was still beating quickly, even more so as his hands moved up and down her back. As much as he was trying to soothe her, it was exciting her as well, making her body cry out for more attention from him. Her hands moved to his sides and drifted up and down, her fingertips lightly caressing his skin.

“Farrel didn’t think I could be marked,” she said, her lips staying so close to his that they brushed against his as she spoke in her whispered tone.

“It’s very dangerous for you. We do a marking during sex. At the height just before a climax. The complete lack of control at that point would make something as simple as biting you dangerous. So much so that you might lose a limb instead. But it’s hard to tell. It’s never been tried with a human before and certainly never with a human such as you.”

“He wouldn’t be mad or upset if I…with you?”

“He wouldn’t be upset... But he is jealous that he can’t be here with you now. It is... unlike him to feel such a thing towards a female. His reactions to my thoughts are not harsh.” There was an obvious reverence in his tone when he spoke of her, though there was pain in his eyes.

“I don’t think he would even try.”

Emmalyn kept trying to talk, trying to keep her mind off of what she really wanted to be doing. She lost her focus on her actions and her hips moved against him for a moment. The sensation sent a jolt through her and she moaned softly. She stopped moving suddenly though, fearing losing control.

“...it wouldn’t be fair…” she said, her breathing coming quick as her body reacted to that one, simple movement she did. “to mark me…if they decide I should die…” She couldn’t even speak without keeping herself from moving against him anymore, even though it felt so fantastic.

Her motions, reflexive and innocent as they were, caused him to react. His movements were precise and far too fast for her to see, let alone feel. One moment he settled her on one leg and the next both his legs were under her and he slid her body upwards at the same time he slid down. Once he stopped, shoulders against the back edge of the rock wall, her hot sex was pressed against the underside of his long, hard shaft; its length pinned between her and his abdomen.

He went rigid again after. Every muscle tensed to keep him from moving again and harming her. His hands, trembling as they were, clutched at her thighs to hold her still as well.

His quick movements scared her, but only for a moment. It was another reminder of how slow she was compared to them, how much they could do to her if they wanted to. She was so frail and small next to him, but she still clung to him tightly. Emmalyn felt his hard length against her fiery center, and she whimpered even more. She pressed her face against the side of his neck, her breathing coming even faster. She swallowed, nervously. Her body was shaking with the effort of keeping it from moving, the effort needed to deny her from rubbing against him again.

She could feel how tense he was under her. His hands were trembling like her own. One of her hands moved to the back of his neck, her fingers moving against the skin there, her finger toying with his hair. She needed to keep distracted from moving.

Caleb kept his control by a mere thread for a moment or two. He held on even as her body trembled wildly against him. And continued to hold while her fingers teased the sensitive hairs at the back of his neck. He wanted to hold on to do what was right by her even while everything right in human definition went against his own blood. What he wanted and what he needed were two entirely different things.

“If you were marked as a mate of the Peratuth pack, they could not kill you. The only way they could put one of their own to death is if their mate rejected them,” he said in a rush, fighting hard to keep his breathing even.

That was something Farrel didn’t tell her. He only said that he couldn’t go against the elders. Marking her would keep her safe, though, something he promised he would do. Yet, he didn’t do it, even when she told him she could withstand it and heal only what she needed to in order to be alright.

“I can’t ask that, of you or Farrel…” she breathed, her hips moved ever so slightly as she tried to stay still and comfortable.

She slid, barely a centimeter, and he snapped. Water splashed, sloshing over the tops of the rocks that lined the spring as he surged up from the water. His muscular hands gripped her waist, supporting her weight as if she weighed nothing. Once he was on his feet, he spun her, urging her to grip the edge of the pool, to bend over for him with long, tender strokes along her back.

No sooner than she had done that, he was inside her; hard, throbbing, slipping right through her slippery passage to sheathe himself fully in her. Though her body was forced to stretch to accommodate him, he fit in her perfectly, his tip barely grazing her cervix. He held still, muscles twitching as he devoured the hot tightness of her sex, for nearly a minute then slid back achingly slow only to thrust in sharply.

She cried out as he pushed into her, his length forcing her body to accept him, forcing her to widen almost to the point of ripping to accommodate him. Thankfully, she was already slick with her excitement, and his journey into her was less traumatic for her body than it could have been.

The fingers that had been caressing his neck moved to hold on tightly to the rocks, her fingers gripping them tightly. She moaned deeply as he pushed into her and pulled out of her. Emmalyn could hear the lust and desire dripping from his voice as he continued to move in and out of her. She didn’t tell him no, because she didn’t want him to stop. All she could think about was what her body was screaming for and what he was giving her.

She moved her hips and angled them to make it easier for him to enter her. She didn’t know how she knew that would help, only that it was what her body told her to do. It changed the angle but caused her body to tremble.

“You don’t need to ask,” he growled low against her ear; his soft, caring voice gone raw with lust.

Emmalyn heard his answer to her, but she didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know if she could even make any other sounds other than the moans and gasps that she was making now, her body quickly working up to that explosive finish that was approaching faster than ever.

Caleb’s sudden attack on her was almost brutal. Yet poetic at the same time. It mirrored the inner conflict he was having with himself. To honor her human ideals while his wolf blood demanded satisfaction. His body bowed over hers, knees bending to bring his hips even with hers; his face buried against the back of her neck.

His pace continued to alternate. Battling continuously with his control. One moment he was blurring inside her, hips clapping against her bottom so quickly it was hard to distinguish one wet slap between another, then the next moment he slowed; long, languid thrusts that seemed to tease every single nerve in her silken walls.

All the while his hands roamed over her, seemingly unable to leave one place neglected for long. He held her hips tight each time he pounded her then slid around, stroking his long blunt fingers around her clit and her stretched opening where he moved in her. Then his hands swept up, caressing her belly and moving higher to cup her breasts; those digits pinched her hardened nipples and twisted them gently.

Emmalyn bit her lip, trying to hold off a little longer, wanting to peak with him. She cried out for him when he twisted her nipples, finding she liked the pleasure-pain it gave her.

“More…please…” she begged him.

Her breathing was short and quick. She lowered her head so that her forehead rested against the rock under her. She could feel the rough surface scraping her skin, her body healing the damage just as it would happen again. Moans of pleasure, deep with need, fell from her lips like the water above them.

It was hard to tell if she responded better to the quick pounding or the long thrusts. The sounds of pleasure that she made were the same. His fingers teased her, causing her legs to get weak. She could feel that same feeling she had before. It was the light-headed, world-spinning feeling that her release wasn’t far off.

“Ahh... you feel so good, Emmalyn.”

“Caleb …Please…I’m so close…” she whimpered.

A low, growling laugh left him. He was enjoying this in far more ways than simple lust. He liked the sounds she made. Caleb loved the sound of her begging him. Generally, he was not a demanding lover. He got off just as well by being generous with his partners. Their pleasure was his pleasure, and he made none of them beg.

Emmalyn pushed him in a way no other woman had. He needed her almost as badly as he needed air and the thought of her cumming on him so quickly had his pride surging right along with the fire burning in his veins. He took her soft pleas as a challenge and he never backed down from a challenge.

Crouching slightly, he slipped his arms under her legs and down her back and promptly turned her without withdrawing. The feel of her hot muscles twisting around on his cock made his knees tremble. He held her up so her side was to his back and nudged his shoulder under her arm to encourage her to hold on. Once she had a grip, he regained his pace, making quick jabs in her. He lowered his head, taking advantage of the position by sliding his mouth over one jiggling breast and capturing her nipple between his teeth.

Emmalyn held onto him and anything else she could get her hands on as he continued to pump in and out of her. Her voice was getting louder and louder the closer she got and she didn’t know how much longer she could hold off. She cried out his name when he took her nipple and clamped onto it with his teeth. More of that pleasure-pain moved over her and she felt her walls tighten around him as she was almost over the edge.

“Caleb …I’m so…close… Caleb, please….” She begged him, her voice trembling as her body did for him.

“Just let go, Emmalyn,” he purred through his teeth.

It was a prominent sign that his control was still somewhat intact. He had the restraint to be gentle even while he was fucking her. He rolled her nipple tenderly back and forth, being careful to stop when she neared his K-9 that would surely slice into her. His lips pressed down, sealing around that lovely pink coin of flesh, and sucked.

To further encourage her, he lengthened his thrusts once more as he rolled his hips. Lithe, fluid motions sent his thick shaft sliding from tip to base deep into her. Each inward motion sent the warm spring water splashing up and lapped against her tender flesh; runners of the liquid dancing in streams around her throbbing pearl.

Maybe it was the permission that pushed her over the edge, finding that she was submissive at heart. It wasn’t hard to be that way around such powerful men. Perhaps it was discovering how good the pleasure and pain were when used in tandem. Maybe it was a combination of everything, but it did what it needed to for her. As soon as he told her to let go, she did. The restraint she was using to keep from falling over the edge was gone, replaced with the burning desire for the rush of release.

She half cried, half screamed as she came. Emmalyn’s teeth clenched together as her body quivered from the orgasm. Her walls tightened around him, trying to pull in him deeper to her, holding him steady. Her sensitive nipples arched and hardened even more as he continued his long strokes into her.

Caleb did not relent. He did not let her savor her release for even a moment. As he tightened around him and flew to heights pain could not touch, he turned her again on him and lowered her onto a large flat rock slanted into the water. Pressing her to it without slowing, he piston in and out of her quivering, sucking passage, sending her juices squirting out around him as each thrust sent a wave of water up to cleanse her.

“Warn me before it happens again,” he whispered into her ear; lips brushing that flaming red shell flushed from her release.

Caleb nipped at her earlobe and teased it with a few tender bites, then kissed it softly to soothe the all too brief pain. Emmalyn whimpered softly as his lips and teeth teased her ear. It was another spot she never knew held so much potential until now.

Still eager and aching for everything that made Emmalyn, he sent his hands wandering once more. They cupped her firm breasts, tenderly pinching and rolling her sensitive nipples before brushing his thumb gently over them to massage away the ache. Caleb, perhaps without even realizing it, was helping her to explore her own body. It was like an uncharted land she only just discovered. Everything he was showing her was new and exciting, and she wanted more.

He didn’t give her permission to return from the high her release had given her, rather she stayed where she was, her body becoming increasingly sensitive to everything he did. She could feel the buildup starting all over and jumping forward by leaps and bounds.

“Oh, God… Caleb …” she murmured out.

Everything she did was beyond pleasurable agony. Her jagged movements, the feel of her silken wet skin rubbing against his thighs and where their bellies touched, had sparks flashing off every nerve ending. His skin, normally hotter than humans already, was almost too warm to be bearable. Though it was impossible to see in his intense concentration, he was hovering at the very brink and only his willpower kept his climax at bay.

His overly sensitive cock throbbed inside her, soaking up every fresh sensation she brought to him by tensing, flexing, and rolling herself upwards against him. His low groans seemed to dance in the steam-filled air around them.

All of it was overwhelming. A billion times more thrilling than any of the females he had bedded and her ability to touch the human part of his soul lit something inside him that hadn’t ever come out of him before.

“Emmalyn... ah, yes!” he panted, the last three powerful words coming out as a tense whimper.

Her lips trembled as something close to a purr dripped from her lips. She arched her back against him as he started again. Her hips rolled with him, rocking against each powerful stroke. Emmalyn’s mind was working, reeling, and moving over everything that had happened. She had such strong emotional ties to both Farrel and Caleb.

“Caleb…” she cried out desperately, unable to speak anything other than his name. Her body was trembling hard against him, her peak coming soon again. She whimpered even louder, almost crying out.

All at once, his arms were around her again. The cold,1 hard rock at her back was gone, and he was supporting her weight against the wild thrusts he was delivering to her. He cradled her, holding her tightly to his frame as his lips pressed firmly over hers. One brief slide and he found the perfect mold to seal the kiss. His groan of desire spilled into her mouth, drowning away as he slid his tongue inside, coiling eagerly around hers.

How utterly perfect this little human was. Her body recognized its baser needs, as his wolf’s blood did for his own. Yet her heart was pure and as giving as it was yielding. It was a piece of himself that he had not connected with in such a long time. Not since he had joined his brethren two centuries ago. Knowing her and courting her did not matter. It didn’t apply to his kind and did not apply to this situation. He loved her fully and completely and welcomed as many days that would come ahead of him to have that feeling grow.

But to have those days... he had to protect her.