In The Beginning, Chapter 27
We barely made it thirty minutes before Daniel insisted it was too cold, and it really was, even with extra layers, hat, scarf and gloves I was freezing. And after watching me shiver as we jogged through the snow, he finally had enough, scooped me up and sprinted back to the house faster than I could have run without carrying someone too. He took me straight to the bathroom, turned on the shower and stripped me of my cold wet clothes. My teeth were chattering, and my whole body trembled as the last of my clothes hit the floor. He stripped his own clothes, inhumanly fast, and enveloped my body with his own.
“Feeling warm yet kitten?” He almost purred in my ear, his hot breath on my sensitive, cold skin combined with his scorching hands freely roaming over my body had me panting for air. He growled softly as he smelt the moisture pooling between my clenched thighs, his mouth attacked my skin moments later. His tongue was so hot it almost burned, as he branded my neck and breasts with his kisses, his strong hands lifted my ass effortlessly, my legs wrapped around his waist instantly. He let my hair down as he walked us into the shower, the hot water beat down on us, I moaned appreciatively, not to be outdone by the shower, his fingers slipped inside me, I gasped at the sudden sensation.
“Daniel.” I almost begged.
“So wet for me.” He groaned as he removed his fingers, he guided his erection between my wet folds, filling me in one thrust. My nails dug into his skin, as he sucked on my mark, keeping himself still inside me until I couldn’t take anymore. My hips began grinding on him, desperate for the friction I needed to reach my release. “So impatient.” He reprimanded, as he lifted me off of his throbbing member, only to drop me back down on it. My back arched as he hit the spot that sends waves of pleasure through me. My back hit the tiles, his enormous body trapped me against the wall, his lips found mine and his tongue invaded my mouth. Unable to moan with him sucking on my tongue, as his hips pounded into mine, pushing me closer and closer to the edge, my body trembled and jerked in protest. His claws slipped over his nails, digging into my delicate flesh, as he released my tongue he roared, his voice shook the shower stall and his eyes flashed amber. I hissed, as he broke the skin, his body jerked as he tried to move away from me.
“No.” I demanded, moving my hips against his as I captured his mouth, refusing to stop without the pleasure I had been promised. Relenting to my gyrations, he cupped my ass, but his movements became too gentle, I could feel his fear and shame at hurting me, unable or unwilling to acknowledge my feelings through the bond. Frustrated, and eager to move past his aversion to causing me a little pain, I wrapped my mouth around his mark and bite down, hard. His response was immediate, he closed the last space between our bodies, so close I struggled to breathe as I drew in a mouthful of his blood. Rather than disgust me, it turned me on more, he gripped my hair, dragging my mouth from his skin. His lips crashed against mine, his hips pummelled against mine like never before. My orgasm ripped through me strong and fast, I tore my lips from his, greedily sucking in air between unintelligible screams. His mouth left hickies on my chest and shoulders as my pussy pulsated around him, with the ebb of my release, my heart hammered against my ribs, when he flipped me around, pressing my tits into the cold tiles. He lifted my hips, my feet left the ground and I clung to the shelf for support, it’s recess into the wall long enough to fit my hands comfortably. He entered me again, and my back arched reflexively, and my pelvis shifted, allowing him deeper inside me. He froze for a second, and I tried to commit every sensation to memory, he clasped my waist in his arm, the other hand slipped over mine. He laced our fingers together and began moving me up and down his now throbbing erection.
“Charlie, Charlie.” He groaned against my shoulder as his movements sped up. “Fuck!” He gasped as I came apart beneath him. His broad chest shuddered against my spine as we each edged closer to our tipping points. I screamed his name as it felt like a flame danced over my skin, followed by an electrical current that threatened to shatter my bones, and tear my muscles. He howled, like he physically couldn’t keep it inside any longer, and clamped down on my shoulder, pinning me in place until he groaned and stilled. He held my body against his until my heart rate and breathing returned to normal, and I felt his unease, his fear, guilt and shame, and an undercurrent of something he was trying to hide from himself, but I didn’t understand it. I tried to twist my body in his hold, but my legs were virtually useless, and Daniel was holding me too tightly for me to shift an inch.
“Daniel?” I tried to call out but my voice, hoarse from screaming, disappeared under the echoing water drops, so I closed my eyes, and focused on my link with Daniel, and our bond. I pictured every detail before sending the images, feelings, sensations, emotions, everything through to him, silently praying it would be enough to convince him I wasn’t as fragile as he believed. I felt his grip tighten slightly, and I redoubled my efforts, moving through each second of my memories in slow motion, allowing him to fully appreciate every minute detail.
“I’m so sorry.” He pleaded, his grip easing, he set me down on my shaking legs, and I managed to turn around to face him, my hands steadying myself by holding his shoulders. He slid to his knees, holding my body against his. I wrapped my arms around his neck, as he pressed his forehead to my sternum. I searched the bond for answers, confused, my eyes snapped open in surprise as I found the answer.
“You feel like you’re losing control of your wolf? What does that mean?” I asked as I lifted his face to mine, letting my concern and love flow through the bond freely. He took a deep breath but refused to meet my eyes.
“He is me, and I am him, so he shouldn’t be able to break through like this. I’ve heard about our wolves coming through during mating, but...” He trailed off, struggling to find the words to explain. I opened the link.
“Show me if it’s easier.” I encouraged him, I suddenly felt trapped, like I was behind a sheet of soundproof, shatterproof glass, I could see what Daniel saw, but I couldn’t feel or control anything. Tears blurred my vision as the feeling left just as suddenly, and I pulled Daniel closer, my body and mind wanted to comfort him, but I didn’t know what to say.
“I’m terrified I’m going to lose control and hurt you.” He admitted lowly.
“Just like you, he would never hurt me intentionally.” I asserted, leaving no doubt in his mind I meant it. His face cracked in pain, as he stroked my hair away from my face. I could feel his doubt, and concern as he stood and silently grabbed the shampoo. I let him guide me out from under the water, and begin to work my hair into a lather, lost in the relaxing feeling of his fingers massaging my scalp, when I felt something like a stab of pain. I jerked around, to look at Daniel, his hands frozen in my hair, I followed his eyes to the small cuts and bruises on my hips. I reached out for him, but he flinched away, and I couldn’t stop the look of pain that flashed across my face, the memory of his last rejection flashing in my mind before I could bury it.
“Damn it!” He cursed as he turned away from me and moving back under the water. He grabbed a bottle and started working the product through his hair, ignoring that a lot of it was being washed away. I took a hesitant step towards him, he froze, silently warning me not to touch him, when that’s all I wanted to do. I rinsed my hair with my back to him, self-doubt and insecurities eating away at my stomach. I tried to reach past him for the conditioner, but his hand snatched it away before my fingertips could make contact with it. He sighed but made no movement as he waited for me to get out of the water, with my arms covering my chest, I moved to where he wanted me. I jumped, startled, when his fingers slid, expertly through my hair.
“I’m not angry with you, I’m angry with myself.” He mumbled, so low I nearly missed it. “I love you so much, I didn’t think I was even capable of hurting you, but I did.” His fingers gently moved over my hip, his hand jolted away, like the remaining marks burned him, and I felt his pain.
“Does it hurt when my nails cut you?” I asked, as I turned around to look in his eyes, but he wouldn’t look into mine.
“Not really.” He shrugged, not seeing the connection.
“So, why do you think a few scratches,” I looked down at my hips, “which aren’t even there anymore, would hurt me?” I asked, grabbing his hand, and forcing him to touch me.
“Charlie...” He began to argue, but I cut him off.
“I’m not going to break, and maybe your wolf side just needs a bit of time with me, to do the mate stuff you would do if I were a wolf too.” I suggested with a shrug.
“You want a date night with my wolf? Is that what you’re asking for?” He asked sceptically.
“No, not a date night, but I don’t know, what would you do after you mated if I were a wolf?” I asked as he rinsed my hair for me.
“We would’ve had a lot of sex, which we are doing.” He replied, as he began washing my body.
“So, there’s no wolf element of the mating ceremony?” I asked, but before he could answer, his wolf deposited the answers I wanted in my mind. “Like the first run? The chase? Singing? - Singing?” I asked confused. I felt Daniel’s defeat before he finally looked me in my eyes. “It’s no wonder he is getting frustrated, and what does he mean singing?”
“Typically, when a Lycan couple mates, that night their wolves go for a run together, where the male chases the female, earning the right to mate her when he catches her. After, they howl at the moon, it used to be called the lover’s song.” Daniel explained, irritated that I already knew so much.
“Okay, so we couldn’t do the mating thing, but maybe I could go for a run with your wolf, we could maybe do the chase thing in the spring?” I offered, and he yipped excitedly, obviously his wolf was happy with my suggestion.
“You don’t-” He began, but I placed my fingers over his lips.
“I want to.” I insisted, replacing my fingers with my lips, as we parted, his eyes snapped to mine, searching for a hint of resistance. “But listen carefully Wolfie, you push your way between me and Daniel again, and I will be very upset with you.” I warned, his eyes flashed amber, and he whined softly, nudging my cheek with his nose. “No, you let Daniel be in charge, and I will make sure you get time with me too.” I warned, he grumbled in that adorable way I can’t resist, and his eyes melted back to beautiful brown. “Better?” I asked, he pulled me against his chest holding me gently.
“Better than I ever thought it could be.” He breathed with a sigh.
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