-Ember-
My head falls back, a guttural moan tearing from my throat as Adrian fills me completely. The sensation is overwhelming—his thick length stretching me, claiming me with an intensity that makes my toes curl and my brain short-circuit.
"Holy shit," Adrian hisses through clenched teeth, his fingers digging possessively into my hips. "You're so goddamn tight around me. I've missed this pussy so fucking much."
I begin to move, desperate and frantic, my body having its own ideas about pacing. Each downward motion sends electric currents of pleasure radiating through my core. Adrian watches me with those predatory green eyes.
"That's it," he growls, slapping my ass with just enough sting to make me gasp. "I want you to ride me like you've been dying for it."
"I have," I confess breathlessly, grinding down harder. "Needed you inside me for so long."
"Tell me," he demands, his voice rough with lust. "Tell me how bad you needed this dick."
Heat floods my cheeks, but the blindfold weekend taught me that Adrian loves it when I talk dirty to him. And honestly? I love it too—the freedom to say exactly what I want, what I need, without Ivy making snarky commentary about my vocabulary choices.
"I couldn't sleep," I admit, my words punctuated by ragged breaths. "I touched myself every night thinking about you, but it wasn't enough. Nothing's enough except you."
His eyes darken to forest green, pupils blown wide with desire. "Show me," he commands, his hands gripping my waist tighter. "I want you to show me how desperate you've been for me."
I increase my pace, bouncing on his cock with abandon, chasing my pleasure with single-minded determination. My nails dig crescents into his chest as I use him for leverage, and the little hisses of pain-pleasure he makes tell me he loves it.
"That's right," Adrian encourages, his gaze locked on where our bodies join. "I want you to use me."
When he suddenly sits up, one hand wrapping around my throat with just enough pressure to make my breath catch, my inner walls clench around him involuntarily. The dominance in the gesture sends a thrill through me that I probably should examine later, but right now I just want more.
"You like that?" he asks, his voice dangerously low. "Do you like when I remind you who you belong to?"
"Yes," I whimper, the word barely audible.
His other hand tangles in my hair, tugging my head back to expose my neck. "I couldn't fucking breathe without you," he confesses against my pulse point, the raw honesty in his voice a stark contrast to the animalistic grip of his hands. "Every minute we were apart felt like torture."
"Adrian," I moan as he thrusts up hard, hitting that perfect spot deep inside me that makes my vision blur.
"Look at you," he says, his voice rough with appreciation. "You're so fucking beautiful taking my cock. I can tell you were made for this—made for me."
His mouth finds my breast, teeth grazing my nipple before biting down just hard enough to blur the line between pleasure and pain. The sensation makes my inner muscles clamp down around him like a vise.
"Shit," he groans against my skin. "Do that again. I need you to squeeze my dick like that."
I do, deliberately this time, watching his face contort with pleasure. The power I have over him, even in this vulnerable position, is intoxicating—like finding out you can make chocolate appear just by thinking about it.
"You want to know what I thought about?" he asks, his breath hot against my ear. "All those nights alone? I thought about bending you over, fucking you so hard you couldn't walk straight for days. I thought about coming deep inside you, marking you as mine from the inside out."
The filthy words send a fresh wave of arousal flooding through me, my body responding to his voice almost as much as his touch. I crash my mouth against his, the kiss all teeth and tongue, desperate and claiming. When we break apart, a thin string of saliva connects our lips, which should be gross but somehow just adds to the desperate hotness of the moment.
"I need more," I demand, my voice hoarse. "Fuck me harder."
In one swift motion, Adrian flips me onto my back, the sudden movement knocking the breath from my lungs. He hovers above me, his powerful body caging me in, eyes wild with need.
"You want it harder?" he asks, his cock teasing my entrance. "Beg for it."
Weeks ago, I would have balked at the command, possibly offering an eye roll and sarcastic comment about his ego. But something about Adrian strips away all my inhibitions, all my self-consciousness. With him, I can just be.
"Please," I gasp without hesitation, too far gone for pride.
He slams into me without warning, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust that has me crying out, my back arching off the bed like I'm auditioning for an exorcism movie.
"Is this what you wanted?" he demands, setting a punishing pace that has the headboard slamming against the wall. "Is this desperate enough for you?"
"Yes," I moan, my legs wrapping around his waist to pull him even deeper. "Don't stop. Don't you dare fucking stop."
"Not a chance," he grunts, his hands gripping my thighs, pushing them wider apart. "I've waited too long to be inside you again. I'm going to savor every second."
"Every inch of you," I gasp, my words breaking on a particularly deep thrust. "Nothing has ever felt this right."
Something flashes in his eyes—possession, triumph, something deeper—before he redoubles his efforts, driving into me with renewed vigor. The intensity of his gaze makes me feel seen in a way I never have before, like he's looking straight into my soul and still wanting more.
"Touch yourself," he commands, his gaze dropping to where we're joined. "I want to watch you play with your clit while I'm inside you."
I obey, my fingers finding my swollen bud, circling it with practiced precision. The dual sensation is almost too much to bear—his cock stretching me full while my fingers tease the bundle of nerves that sends shockwaves through my system.
"That's it," he encourages, his voice dropping an octave. "I want to see how bad you want to come on my cock."
"So bad," I whimper, my movements becoming erratic as pressure builds at the base of my spine. "I'm so fucking close."
Adrian leans down, his lips brushing my ear. "You know what I'm going to do after you come?" he whispers, his thrusts never faltering. "I'm going to taste every inch of you. I'll lick up every drop until you're begging me to stop."
The filthy promise pushes me right to the edge. "Adrian—"
"And then," he continues, his voice a sinful rumble, "when I'm done with that, I'm going to fill you up again. And again. Until you're so full of me you're dripping for days."
"Fuck," I gasp, my back arching off the bed, teetering on the precipice.
"Come for me," he demands, his hand replacing mine between my legs, his thumb pressing down hard on my clit. "Now. I want you to fucking come on my cock right now."
His words, combined with the relentless pressure of his thumb and the brutal pace of his thrusts, catapult me over the edge. I scream—actually scream, not a delicate movie-heroine gasp—my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. It's like being torn apart and put back together in the same moment, my entire existence narrowing to the places where our bodies connect.
"That's it," he growls, his rhythm faltering as my inner walls clamp down around him. "I want you to milk my cock. Take everything I have to give you."
He drives into me one final time, burying himself as deep as possible as he follows me over the edge, his release hot and pulsing inside me. For a moment, we're frozen in time, connected in the most primal way possible, both gasping for breath like we've been underwater for the last five minutes.
We collapse in a tangle of limbs, both of us breathing hard as the aftershocks of our shared orgasm ripple through us. Adrian pulls me against his chest, one arm wrapped possessively around my waist while the other plays with my hair. For several minutes, we just lie there in comfortable silence, our heartbeats gradually returning to normal.
"That was..." I finally whisper, unable to find words adequate enough to describe what just happened between us. My vocabulary seems to have checked out, leaving behind only basic functions like "wow" and "holy shit."
"Fucking incredible," Adrian finishes for me, pressing a kiss to my temple. His hand traces lazy patterns on my hip. "You're incredible."
I snuggle closer, inhaling his scent—cedar, rain, and now, unmistakably, me. Our scents have mingled together, creating something new and intoxicating. It feels right in a way I can't explain.
"Hungry?" Adrian asks after a few more minutes of blissful silence.
I look up at him through my lashes, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. "Depends on what you're offering." My hand trails suggestively down his abs.
Adrian throws his head back and laughs, the sound rich and genuine. "I meant actual food, you insatiable little wolf." He captures my wandering hand, bringing it to his lips. "Though I appreciate your... enthusiasm."
"Can you blame me?" I grin, placing a kiss on his chest. "Two weeks of fantasizing about you're touch, and now you're finally here, and all mine."
"All yours," he agrees, his eyes suddenly serious.
The intensity of his gaze makes my heart skip. Before I can respond, my stomach lets out an embarrassingly loud growl, ruining our romantic moment like a fart in church.
Adrian chuckles, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before sitting up. "I think your body's made the decision for us. Food first, then we can continue... exploring."
"Fine," I grumble playfully. "But I want pancakes. And bacon. Lots of bacon."
"Your wish is my command, Luna." He stands, stretching his magnificent naked body without an ounce of self-consciousness. The morning light streaming through the windows highlights every defined muscle, every perfect plane of his body, and I feel like I should be taking pictures for scientific research. Or maybe just my own private collection.
"Your luggage is sitting in the hallway," he says, grabbing his sweatpants from the floor. "I'll get it for you."
I slide out of bed, wincing slightly at the delicious soreness between my thighs. "I'm going to hop in the shower first."
Adrian's hand shoots out, catching my wrist before I can take a step toward the bathroom. "No."
I raise an eyebrow, confused. "No? Adrian, I smell like sweat and sex and you."
A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. "Exactly." He pulls me against him, inhaling deeply at my neck. "You smell claimed. Mine. I want everyone to know who you belong to."
I should be offended by his caveman possessiveness. Instead, I feel a thrill run through me, my inner wolf preening with satisfaction like she just won Best in Show.
"So your brilliant plan is for me to walk around smelling like your personal sex toy?" I challenge, though there's no real heat in my words.
"My brilliant plan," he growls, nipping at my earlobe, "is for every wolf in this territory to know without a shadow of a doubt that you are mine and I am yours. That you're carrying my scent because I spent the morning making you come so hard you screamed."
My cheeks heat at his words, but I can't deny the rush of pleasure they bring. "And what if I want to shower anyway?"
Adrian's eyes darken. "Then I'll just have to join you and make sure you still smell properly claimed when we're done."
"Is that a threat or a promise?" I tease, sliding my hands up his chest.
"Definitely a promise," he murmurs before capturing my lips in a kiss that quickly turns from playful to passionate.
His hands slide down to cup my ass, lifting me effortlessly. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist, gasping as I feel him hardening against me again.
"How are you ready to go again?" I ask breathlessly when we break for air.
"Two weeks, remember?" he reminds me, his voice rough with renewed desire. "Plus, you're naked and perfect and mine. I'd have to be dead not to want you."
He presses me against the wall, his mouth trailing hot kisses down my neck. Just as I'm about to suggest we forget about breakfast altogether, Adrian groans and pulls back, resting his forehead against mine.
"If we don't get dressed right now," he says, his voice strained, "I'm going to keep you in this room all day."
"Would that be so terrible?" I ask, tightening my legs around him like a clingy koala. "We could call it team building. Very important Alpha-Luna bonding time."
"The pack needs to meet their Luna," he says, though his hands contradict his words as they continue to roam my body. "And as much as I'd love to keep you naked and moaning my name for the next twenty-four hours, I think it's important to establish you're more than just my mate."
I sigh dramatically, releasing my hold on him. "Fine. Be all responsible and Alpha-like. But just know you're passing up the opportunity to see how flexible I really am."
His eyes flash gold at that, and for a moment I think I've won. Then he visibly steels himself, setting me down with obvious reluctance.
"Tonight," he promises, eyes burning with intent. "Tonight I'm going to take you up on that flexibility demonstration. Every. Single. Position."
"I'll hold you to that," I tell him, pressing one last kiss to his lips before reluctantly stepping away. "And just so you know, I've been doing yoga."
Adrian's groan follows me as I saunter toward the bathroom, putting an extra sway in my hips just for him.
"You're testing my self-control, little wolf," he calls after me.
I glance over my shoulder with a wicked grin. "Just giving you something to think about during all those boring pack meetings today."
As I watch him pull on his sweatpants and head to the door to retrieve my luggage, I can't help but think that for the first time in my life, I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. With the man I'm supposed to be with.
"Hey," I call out just before he leaves the room.
He turns, eyebrow raised in question.
"I'm glad I'm here," I say simply, suddenly feeling vulnerable in my nakedness. "With you."
The smile that spreads across his face is different from his earlier ones—softer, more genuine, reaching all the way to his eyes. "Me too, little wolf. More than you could possibly know."