Logan
“Yes,” her response echoes down to my cock making me even more harder.
“Good!” I growl, with a victorious grin spreading over my face. For a second I feel like a traitor compared to my mate’s loyalty, having kept herself for me. Fuck! I better make this good.
Slipping my index finger into her, I slowly circle around her…fuck, she’s soaking.
“You’re so deliciously wet. God, I want you.” I thrust my finger inside her, and she cries out. She’s hot and tight and wet, and I want her. I thrust into her again, taking her cries into my mouth. I press my palm to her clitoris…pushing down…pushing around. She cries out and writhes beneath me. Fuck, I want her-now. She’s ready. Sitting up, I drag down my boxers, letting my cock go Free.
I kneel up between her legs, pushing them farther apart. Arya watches me with-what? Trepidation? She’s probably never seen an erect penis before.
I position myself so I can take her at my whim. Her eyes are open wide, imploring me. She really wants this…as much as I do. Should I be gentle and prolong the agony, or do I go for it?
I go for it. I need to possess her.
“I’m going to fuck you now, baby. Hard.” It’s more of a warning.
One thrust and I’m inside her.
F. U. C. K.
She’s so fucking tight. She cries out.
Shit! I’ve hurt her. I want to move, to lose myself in her, and it takes all my restraint to stop. “You’re so tight. You okay?” I ask, my voice a hoarse, anxious whisper, and she nods, eyes wider. She’s like heaven on earth, so tight around me. And even though her hands are on my forearms, I don’t care.
I doubt that I will be able to last long, perhaps because I’ve wanted her for so long. I’ve never felt this desire, this…hunger before. It’s a new feeling, new and shiny. I want so much from her: her trust, her obedience, her submission. I want her to be mine, but right now…I’m hers.
“I’m going to move, baby.” My voice is strained as I ease back slowly. It’s such an extraordinary, exquisite feeling: her body cradling my cock. I push into her again and claim her, knowing no one has before. She whimpers.
I stop. She breathes, after a moment. Her hands move up my back, in a slow sensual caress, her legs tight around my raise, her heels imploring me to go deeper.
This time I thrust into her more deeply.
“Arya, baby,” I plead, as sweat beads on my body.
“Yes,” she is barely audible.
Her trust in me-it’s suddenly overwhelming, and I start to move, really move. I want her to come. I will not stop until she comes. I want to own her, body and soul. I want her clenching around me.
I trace my lips down her jaw. Her scent, her sweat, her moans, her breathing; it is the best mixture I have ever been wrapped in.
I kiss, and nibble on her neck being slow enough so that she can understand what I am up to. This is the most perfect time to do this. Then she will be mine, completely, forever.
My fangs come out in sweet anticipation. My wolf cheers me from inside. Arya doesn’t stop me. As my fangs sink into her skin, there is a faint ‘pop’ and I taste sweet salty blood. I lick it and swallow.
A wave of unnatural excitement sweeps over my body. Arya moans loudly, her hands and legs tighter around me. I speed up my thrusts, while I suck and lick at her neck. This is the most out-of-this-world I have ever felt! Arya convalesces around me, screaming my name.
MINE!
I have never felt so powerful and turned on. I pull my fangs out of her skin and lick the beautiful mark on her neck. My handiwork. It’s beautiful.
Arya’s eyes are on mine. Her face glistened with sweat. She is so breathtakingly beautiful. I don’t deserve her.
Her hands are on my face, caressing and pulling me to herself. I kiss her with so much passion like my life depends on it. When I pull away, I am out of breath.
Slowly, I slip out and inside her. She feels so good. My cock twitches and my balls are heavy beggings for release.
Fuck-she starts meeting every thrust, matching my rhythm. See how well we fit together, Arya? I grasp her head, holding her in place while I reclaim her body and kiss her hard. She stiffens beneath me…fuck yes. Another orgasm is close.
“Come for me, Arya,” I demand, and she cries out as she’s consumed, tipping her head back, her mouth open, her eyes closed…and just the sight of her ecstasy is enough. I explode in her, losing all sense and reason, as I call out her name and come violently inside her.
When I open my eyes I’m panting, trying to catch my breath, and we’re forehead to forehead and she’s staring up at me.
Fuck. I’m undone.
I plant a swift kiss on her forehead and pull out of her and lie down beside her.
She winces as I withdraw, but other than that she looks okay.
What just happened between us, it’s- magical. She might not have any experience to compare it with but I do. Sex has never felt like this. Ever! Because it was not with the right person.
Arya’s lips stretch into a slow smile. It is so infectious, so I find myself smiling back at her. Her smile is immediately replaced by a shocked gasp.
What?
“I have never seen you smile like this,” she says.
Is that so?
“Maybe it’s because you hardly ever let me,” I reply.
“Don’t blame me. You are the one with the dark alpha reserved emotionless personality.”
“Ouch,” I exclaim putting my hand on my chest. “I am offended.” She giggles and sits up, grimacing slightly.
“Are you alright?” I ask, knowing very well I wasn’t careful with her.
“Yeah, I am fine. Except that I am a bit sore,” she responds while rubbing her neck, where my mark is.
“A bit?” my eyebrows knit curiously. “After three orgasms, baby. You shock me. You shouldn’t be able to say a word after that or even lift a hand, especially being your first time.”
“As usual, you underestimate me, Logan. I am not like any of those women you have had in your bed before,” she responds, her face impassive. Her words seem to come from afar.
“I have never fucked a woman in my bed. You are my first,” I reply, trying to reassure her.
“Where did you fuck them from?” she can’t be serious right now.
“Does it matter? They are in the past, and you- you are my present, my future,” I try to be more assuring.
“Don’t try to push it off. It matters to me. I want to know,” as usual, she is insistent. I give out a heavy sigh.
“Are you jealous?”
“Can you blame me?”
“Come on, Arya! You can’t bring that up at such a moment. I just marked you,” I say, running out of something appropriate to say at the time.
“So what? It’s just a question and I just need an answer. I have kept myself for you for all my life. I wanted my mate to have me when I am still intact and pure.”
“I know, and I appreciate that you did that. You have no idea how proud that makes me, baby. I wish I could have also kept myself for you. It wouldn’t have been easy for me. You were probably born when I was already sexually demanding,” I tell her. She clenches her delicate chin and pulls up the duvet to cover her perfectly round bare breasts.
No!
“There are so many rooms in this house that were an alternative,” I respond quickly, imploring her not to go because she has turned to the other side and is sliding off the bed.
Shit! Why does that have to piss her off? She did not expect me to be a virgin, did she?
Grabbing her by the hand, I pull her back to the bed. Hurling her back into the bed. I quickly get hover over her, pinning her to the mattress so she won’t run.
I had no idea Arya was a jealous kind. That makes two of us.
“Let go of me!” she tries to fight but I hold her down.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
“Home,” she replies.
“This is your home now, baby because you are now mine, completely,” I respond before leaning down to duck my head into her head. I lick and nibble on the fresh wound of my mark. Arya whimpers and moans softly, and slowly she resigns fighting me. I invade her lips, which are already swollen from all the kisses. I kiss her in a smooth delicate kiss, being careful not to bruise them. She lets me kiss her like this, her hands in my hair messaging my scalp. Our tongues mingle in a rhythmic romantic dance, flavored by our moans.
When we break the kiss, Arya calmed down. Good! Pulling her into me, I pull the duvet covers over us. She gives out a long yawn. I can’t stop the grin that covers my face. I knew all that activity had worn her out. Her eyes flutter as I watch and soon her breathing is slow and rhythmic. She is asleep.