#64

64
Aurora

From within us, I felt our bond strengthen. My breath hitched as I let the damn of my feelings flood out. He let go of the strand of hair, the tip of his nose running up the bridge of mine. Taking in a breath before I started pulling up the layers of fabric of my dress. I had a slight surprise, but I didn’t know if he was ready for it. Would he appreciate it? It was a small move to some but, for me it was bold. He gave me room, and I sat up, pulling the dress over my head before I tossed the dress to the side of the bed.

I was left in the burgundy number I had picked up in town on Whinnie’s suggestion I had just intended to appease her at the time. Now I was curious to know what power these little bits of cloth held. His deep growl seemed to penetrate me as dampness pooled from my core. His roaming eyes turned dark navy, and I smirked in response. He inhaled, obviously scenting my arousal. His eyes closed and I could feel him warring with himself for control through the bond. “Woman,” his voice whispered strained as if he were strangled. “You will be the death of my restraint,” before he allowed himself to take in the sight of me in the lacey, barely leaving anything to the imagination 2 tiny bits of lace. His gaze trailed slowly down my body an ache echoed in the bond. My need, my want for him amplified, answering his internal call to me. A thrill shot through me and rose as I realized the power I held over such a man, strong and true, dignified, yet he was humble and caring. He was any girl's fantasy. The edge of his Alpha’s masculinity and predatory possessiveness gave him a very real air of danger. Which aroused a part of me that wanted to play with fire.

I bit my bottom lip as he was crawling his way up my body. Dominance oozed off him, crippling my voice, my mouth dried like the Sahara, and I almost forgot to breathe. His face hovered over mine before he dipped his head and used his teeth gently to pry my lip from my mouth. This was new, however, everything was new to me. I felt his hot breath linger on my neck as his eyes lingered on my slightly swollen lip. “Your lips,” he breathed out as he spoke, the tip of his nose gently nuzzling mine before kissing me softly, without intrusion. “You, taste like berries drizzled with raw honey and summer rain.” He said languidly. His Still-glowing eyes flicked up to mine after scenting the crook of my neck. “So sweet,” he said, his finger trailing along my jaw, down the column of my neck and across my collarbone. My breath hitched. “You smell like honeysuckle and the forest’s earth.” His finger caught my necklace, his eyes trailing down. He was caught up, dangerously, in a memorized stupor. A small part of me thirsted for it and wanted whatever dark inclinations his mind was churning up to come to pass. I trusted him more than anyone, even my own flesh and blood. I instinctively had confidence in his credence, but he also earned it. In our short time together, he had shown me compassion no others had offered for me. The embrace of a stranger, the one living person outside of my brother that, not only accepted what and who I was but was excited to meet who I would be. Ever changing as I was, but was I the moth or the butterfly? His joy in me was rare and raw and perfect as it was. My love and admiration shined back. My body was willing to be a servant to his. I ached for it, as my thighs instinctively spread wider.

His fingertips followed the chain to where the trinkets of my parents rested between my breasts close to my heart. His eyes drifted down the burgundy lace between the valley where his fingers ran over the objects before releasing them. His hand cupped one lace-covered breast and firmly squeezed before he began running his thumb over my nipple I shuddered slightly as the feel of it sent tremors of sensations through me. “There she is,” he growled. My eyes fluttered to his in question. “My Love,” he whispered. “The wolf has come to play,” he sang out. He was resting between the pillows of my thighs. I was toned, but my petite form caused my breasts, hips, ass and, thighs to be a little extra plump compared to the rest of me.

I wiggled and shifted, wrapping my legs around his thick corded waist, I lifted my hips grinding up. “You, Mr. Alpha, are overdressed,” I purred back as my fingernails trailed up his forearms, my eyes never leaving his. He chuckled almost darkly, and I could feel something ominous within him stir. “Well Love, you're all mine now,” he said, grinding back into me before he sat up, forfeiting his shirt and pulling it over his head. I laid back, relishing in the innate beauty and sharpness of the male before me. As he tossed his shirt aside, my eyes raked his upper body, devouring the planes and ridges of muscle and skin before me. I knew he was beautiful before, but now my guard was little more than a white flag in the breeze of surrender. It was in this moment staring into his eyes that I realized I did and always would, utterly belong to him, and I was okay with that, more so the idea thrilled me. He possessed me in a way that I was cherished, and valued for my person and not just the covet of my abilities, he could feel and see all of me and I chucked that white flag out the window as a growl escaped my lips as my hand shot forward griping the button of his pants. “Greedy little mate,” he growled against my lips, was that approval? I raised a brow staring back at him. His breath feathered across the sensitive skin of my ear. “Careful Love, you may open up Pandora's box,” As the zipper pulled, I growled back and was met with his fangs trailing over the skin of my neck where my healing mate Mark rested. His growl in response was guttural against my skin. His elongated teeth dangerously skimmed along the pulse of my artery there. My breath caught in my throat, my body literally hummed, stimulated by the sense of menace the wolf harbored.

I panted slightly as his fangs ran gently over one breast and his hand cupped the other, his teasing thumb pulled back the fabric over the areola he had been at work on. One sharp k9 skimmed over the hardened peak, my body quivering in response. His tongue lapped at it. The warmth of his mouth also meet the cool October air. We hadn’t bothered to light a fire, but there was more than enough loaded fire burning within us. The chill meeting the moistness on my skin further stiffening the nipple. My eyes rolled back as my body was taken over by sensations.

His fangs trailed over to the other and as they raked my tit, I let out a small hiss as one pricked me. His eyes zeroed in on the red bloom before he bent back down and took it into his mouth suckling tenderly, his growl permeating from my breast through my body as pressure built in my core and my body of its own accord ground into his seeking release. I let out an almost pained whine. “Shh, my sweet,” he soothed the tendrils of his deep gritty voice encasing me further. His nose ran up the valley of my breasts and navy orbs stared back at me. “I’m going to take ‘real’ good care of you, Love, have patience,” he said before nuzzling his nose with mine and giving me a quick kiss to which, I stole another leaning up and holding his face to mine diving in for a sublime taste of the man I had come to love. He grinned. “Hungry?” he asked. “Famished,” I responded our lips brushing together as we spoke. He gave me a dark mischievous grin, which was different from his seriousness or his sometimes boyish air. It was as if he wanted to devour me and I found myself willing for that. I even yearned for it.

Hooking his thumbs through the lace panties where they met my thighs he tugged and I released my thighs from his waist, allowing him to pull them from under my ass and down the short distance of my legs. He traveled back up my body hooking my legs over broad shoulders. His eyes stared back at mine as his tongue licked at my clit. I took in a sharp breath, closing my eyes. “Watch,” he demanded, and my eyes fluttered open. He growled as he sucked in my clit my eyes holding his stare. He took a heady lick before his tongue dove in deep a few times before worrying my clit with a mission. My walls clenched, aching for more seeking to be filled, sensations coiled through me like many little springs as my orgasm built and built until the loaded springs were released. I was left to ride it out empty. My staggered breaths evened out as his ministrations eased.

“Watching you cum is the most erotic thing I have ever seen in my life.” He said after licking the moisture, my moisture, from his lips. My mouth gaped slightly at the sight caught up like a deer in headlights, all flushed-faced, eyes zoned in on the movements of his mouth. I blinked once coming out of my stupor. He crawled back up my body staring down at me with the eyes of a man, dying from lack of water, and I was his oasis. I bit my bottom lip, and a growl rumbled causing the vibrations to echo through me where our chests met. My thumb and forefinger gently gripped the ends of his beard once more. “Alpha, I’m all yours,” I whispered out the vow. The next sound he made was unearthly and natural all at once. The tone of this growl was more primal, and I felt a deep possessive warning there. It was feral, and I did not fear it, in fact, it enticed me. I sat up a bit putting us nose to nose. “You are still overdressed Alpha,” I teased. The hairs of his mustache tickled as his lips quirked up in a smirk he kicked off his jeans and boxers, exposing his very large firm cock which stood throughly at attention.

“His breath and the whiskers of his thick beard tickled my cheek as he bent to whisper in my ear. “I’m going to make sweet love to you and worship every inch of you.” warmth flooded me as his hand caressed my hip. “Then my love, I’m going to prove to you that you are far more salacious than you let on.” His grip tightened almost painfully. The corners of my mouth involuntarily turned up. “I am yours,” I repeated. He sniggered. “That you are,” he said before he spent the next hour tasting every inch of me and gently building and releasing my orgasms thrice, unloading in me only once. I could have passed out then but My Alpha had other plans.

I lay boneless as he rolled me onto my belly and dragged me to the edge of the bed. His nose trialed a scorching path from behind my sensitive ear down the back of my neck his fingers following the curve of my spine. I’m not done with you yet Love, he pulled my hips up rocking his cock along the seam of my vulva and up the crease of my ass. My body shuddered deliciously to my surprise. His growl reminded me I could hide nothing from him. “Hmm,” he hummed out without elaboration. I truly didn't know what I wanted but each caress was a lesson, a promise of things to come. My forearms braced me on the bed. One hand trailed over my shoulder, down my arm, before interlacing our fingers, the second hand following the same pursuit.

“I'm going to fuck you so deep and hard, you may forget your name… but I’ll remember it for you.”. My lips quirked up. “ Is that a promise?” I queried. “It’s a vow Love.” he stated. And as boneless as I was, at the end after an exquisite feral pounding from behind I found myself in the most peaceful dreamless sleep I’ve had in years as he wrapped himself around my spent form, tremors still shivering through me, his ample cock still resting there among the fruits of his offered pillage. I was home.