In The Beginning, Chapter 96
“Wait, so if you’re mother wasn’t a Lyall, what’s with the whole, ‘I am a part of the greatest wolf dynasty of all time’ crap?” I laughed as we put on our coats after Daniel asked for our deserts to go and hastily paid the check. Bailey pulled the car up as we exited the building, and Daniel made sure I was buckled in, the deserts secure on my lap, before he got in and answered my question.
“Greatest wolf dynasty the world has ever seen.” He corrected laughing, and I saw Bailey shoot us a questioning look in the mirror, making me laugh more. “The truth is, before she mated my father, she was just a distant cousin to the whole thing. But, a descendant of Thomas and Rose, mating the descendant of Odin, everyone took notice of that. Suddenly she was the future of the once great family, it made her crazy, obviously. Dad was always good for a healthy dose of humility when needed though.” He chuckled, throwing an arm around me. “Where to?” He whispered in my ear playfully.
“I thought we were going home.” I smiled, holding up the paper bag that contained two chocolate caramel mousses.
“Or we could make this a proper date.” He whispered, and I felt the guilt he was trying to hide from me.
“A proper date can end with you eating this mousse off of my body and trying something new from the armoire.” I teased through the link.
“Back to the pack house.” He ordered Bailey out loud, while I tried not to giggle.
After we got back to the pack house, and had finished dessert, Daniel opened a bottle of champagne and we toasted the new year in the tub, our arms and legs entwined. I had ended up sprawled across his chest as we relaxed when something I had noticed during our date came to the forefront of my mind.
“Why did your cousin react like that to the pendant? Is it famous?” I asked, Daniel chuckled beneath me.
“It probably had something to do with the myth more than anything else.” He replied sleepily.
“Okay, that does not answer my question, but more importantly, why didn’t you tell me you were tired?” I scolded, pulling myself upright.
“Because I was comfortable, and I’m not going to fall asleep just yet, I was very relaxed, that’s all.” He chuckled as he tried to pull me back down, but I resisted; I wanted to see if he was able to move me, he could. I heard the “oomph” as my upper back hit his chest, but his arms still circled me, keeping my body against his. “After Snotra died, Odin supposedly put both halves together, vowing to kill those responsible for taking her from him, and he wore them into battle, so she would be with him. He left orders that if he fell, it was to be separated, placed on himself and Snotra, and they would sail to Valhalla together, but he met Frigga during the war. After they won and returned, Frigga was jealous of Odin’s love for Snotra, she demanded Snotra be sent to Valhalla, with both halves of the pendants. Now this is where the myth comes in, not wanting to give up the symbol of his devotion to Snotra, he instead supposedly gave it to their eldest son, Tyr. Some people think Tyr gave it to Orvar, who to hide it, covered it in silver, others think Thor stole it when he killed Tyr, but it’s all bullshit, conspiracy theories. Odin wanted to have a fresh start with Frigga, he had a new one made for her, even more extravagant than the last one. It had jewels and all sorts if the stories are to be believed. And the war lasted years, some people questioned how he stayed sane that long, some started thinking the pendant had something to do with it. Many believed Snotra was more than just wolf, like Odin himself was half nymph; his father was a powerful Lycan, who claimed he was a descendant of the first Lycan King, and his mother was Bestla, a powerful Earth nymph, she was said to be a part of every tree in Scandinavia.” Daniel chuckled, his lip brushing the shell of my ear.
“I don’t understand, how were they supposed to put Snotra’s half of the pendant on her? Didn’t they burn her?” I asked, suddenly unsure if the extreme workout Daniel had put me through, and late hour had me confusing something I read with something I’d seen on TV.
“Odin refused, insisting they go together, as he believed it would only be a matter of time before the madness took him, and he joined her. He carried her to the highest point in their kingdom, and buried her in the snow, marking the spot with a large stone tablet he made. The constant snow preserved her.” Daniel almost whispered, like he understood the impulse, his arms tightened around me slightly.
“I wouldn’t want you to spend the rest of your life missing me.” I accidentally said out loud.
“You don’t have much choice in the matter, neither do I.” He chuckled bitterly, I put my hands over his wrists, and his arms loosened so I could turn over.
“It doesn’t matter, anything happens to either of us, and my grandparents will regret ever having children.” I swore, and he chuckled for real, the smile reaching his eyes, making them twinkle.
“I have no doubt my Queen.” He smiled, before kissing me deeply, one hand in my hair, the other pulling me higher up his body, and so close I felt like I was being flattened against his unyielding muscles. “We should get out, now.” He growled softly.
“Why?” I asked, my lips brushing the valley between his neck muscles, softly.
“Because when I collapse after finally taming your brat, I want to be in a bed, not the tub, but there is only so much I can resist, you are an evil temptress.” He groaned as I ran the tip of my tongue along the steel cord-like muscle, up into his beard, then I used the tip of my nose to trace his jaw. It took a while to get used to, the first few times I tried, I ended up sneezing from the tickle of his whiskers. He made a throaty groan of approval, one of the books Hyacinth brought explained that wolves use their noses, tongues and teeth to show affection, so it didn’t matter so much what I did, but how I did it. I let me teeth drag across his chin as I approached his lips. “Out, now!” He growled aggressively, his eyes burning amber and his voice gravelly as he and his wolf spoke as one.
“Yes, Alpha.” I teased, pressing my lips to his before slipping from his grasp and out of the tub, I didn’t even look back as I wrapped a towel around my body and walked into the bedroom. I did get a little worried, when rather than come after me, Daniel seemed to stay there for a moment, before letting the water out, and slowly wrapping a towel around himself. I sat on the bed watching him as he came into the bedroom, but he walked past me.
“I believe you said you wanted to try something new from the armoire?” He asked, and I got nervous at the glint in his eye and glee in his voice.
“If you think you’re up to it, I know you’re tired, getting older.” I teased. It was fake bravado; my legs were already trembling thinking about the last time we used something from the armoire. How he had made pleasure and pain so interchangeable I didn’t know if I needed it to stop or if I wanted it to never end. He smirked, and opened the door, turning from me, when he turned back, he was holding the swing, and I’m sure he saw and heard me gulp. He walked to the opposite side of the bed to me, forcing me to stand if I wanted to keep looking at him. He jumped onto the bed, and secured it to the beam above it, with some kind of link that was already embedded in the wood. He held his hand out to me, and helped me climb up, before he pulled the towel away from my skin and secured me in the swing, putting my legs into the stirrups. He moved behind me and slipped a blindfold over my eyes.
“Don’t move.” He whispered cheekily in my ear.
“Yes, Alpha.” I replied, the anticipation made me sound breathless, and I heard him gasp low, before his lips captured mine. I heard him get off of the bed, and head towards the armoire, I’m sure my heartrate kicked up when I heard the scrape of leather on leather, by the way he chuckled. It was several agonisingly long minutes later when I felt his hands on my legs, moving me into whatever position he wanted me in. He was pulling me towards something, then my toes scraped the headboard, and I heard something click, and I was locked in place. His hands ran over my thighs affectionately, as I tried to understand the game. Without warning he licked all of me, I tried to push off of the wall to arch my back, but I could only move forward. I could move towards his mouth, but not away from it, I realised as he left love bites and hickies along my thighs between teasingly long licks that left me panting. “How- how many?” I rushed as he licked me again.
“Until you admit you can’t take anymore.” He replied, and I could hear the smirk in his voice, that goddamn cocky smile that makes me so wet, I could feel droplets running from my lips. I felt his hot breath move from my thigh to my pussy a second before he thrust his tongue inside me, pulling my ass close as his tongue fucked me. With a grunt, he ran his tongue up to my clit, his fingers replacing his tongue inside me, mercilessly pounding into me, as he alternated sucking on my clit and holding it between his teeth and licking it frantically.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop! Fuck, ALPHA!” I cried, as I gripped the straps desperately. “Oh GOD! DON’T STOP!” I screamed as he forced me to my limit in record time, my whole body quivered as my screams became incomprehensible moans of relief, and sensitivity as my orgasm ebbed. His lips moved to my still trembling thigh, as his fingers continued to get coated; he ran his index finger down to my asshole, and in to the first knuckle before I could protest. A soft sigh escaping my lips as he began stretching me, making a circular motion with his finger while I mewled quietly.
“This is going to be easier than I thought.” He goaded; I drew a breath to argue back, but it got caught in my throat when I heard several devices vibrating, one after the other, after he removed his finger from my rosebud. A cold, wet substance was on his fingers when they returned, teasing and stretching me, before working more of the lube inside me then leaving again. What came next was a silicon butt plug, his tongue was suddenly back teasing my clit as he pressed the plug a little deeper.
“Daniel!” I cried as I felt the plug get sucked all the way in.
“That’s my good girl, come for me baby.” He encouraged as his fingers entered me again, trapping my g-spot between his fingers and the plug, rubbing it relentlessly, his tongue stimulating my small bundle of nerves until I was pushed over the edge again. I was still trying to catch my breath when he did something to the plug, and it started vibrating. “If you thought you could wait me out, you should know, I haven’t broken a sweat yet, while you...” He sucked in a breath between his teeth. “You are going to tire, and if you pass out before I have my turn...” He chuckled, like he wanted me to do just that. “The consequences will be entirely up to you.” He promised, his tongue resuming its strumming, while I lay limply moaning.
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