His eyebrows knitted together, searching my face. “Are you hurt?”
“No,” I panted, shaking my heads. “A little, but, Gods, I don’t want you to stop.”
His cheeks dimpled as he pulled out of me, licking his thumb and circling my throbbing clit again. I moaned louder, the warm press of his thumb enough to make my muscles ease and my pussy even wetter. He pushed back inside me, that slow, delicious friction setting me on fire. His lips devoured mine as he repeated the movement. Over and over, that slow tortuous movement lit up every inch of my body until I couldn’t take that relentless building anymore. I needed my release and I needed him to give it to me.
My fingers clawed down his back as my heels dug into his ass, spurring him to move faster, letting him know with my body that I needed more. His hips moved in rolling thrusts, a little faster and deeper each time, testing me as his dark hair fell into his eyes. His arm muscles strained beside my head as he looked down at me.
“It feels so good inside of you,” he groaned. “Sweet Moon, Calla. It feels so good.”
“Grae,” I moaned, my body clenching around him at his name, echoing his own desire as he hit a spot inside me that made my eyes flutter closed. I tilted my hips, his cock hitting that spot again and again. I clawed down his back, desperately hanging on as he drove into me, chasing me toward my release.
My sounds grew more clipped, my breathing faster, each noise a little higher than the last. “I love the way you fuck me.” The words were a desperate confession that made Grae pump into me faster, the slick sounds of our bodies filling the night air.
“Oh Gods, oh Gods,” I moaned louder as he thrust deeper, hitting that perfect spot within me that set me ablaze. And I knew then that there would never be enough of this, never enough of him. We were one soul, one body, one deliciously sweet pleasure growing between us.
White-hot yearning consumed me as I rocked my hips, riding him as he thrust into me. His mouth dropped back to my breast, sucking and swirling around my tight nipple, making me arch. The sensations were too much, my body vibrating like a plucked string. His teeth tested my nipple right as he thrust into me hard. My sounds turned to screams as I called out, “Grae!” so loud the Moon surely heard and my climax tore through me, so massive, so world-bending, so much more consuming than I ever knew was possible.
I had no name, no body, no history beyond this moment. I was a symphony of pure pleasure.
My vision clouded to nothing but stars, my muscles clenching and releasing around him, working him to his own release. With two more frenzied pumps, Grae barked out a cry and followed me, tumbling over the edge, coming inside of me. His body twitched against me as the sounds of our release intertwined, his slick torso collapsing on top of mine as our muscles continued to echo where we joined.
His chest rose and fell against me as mist pricked against our skin. He rolled to his side and pulled me against him, his arms folding around me. I rested my burning cheek against his chest. His hand swept slowly up and down my back as I closed my eyes. We weren’t two separate beings anymore. I felt it shift into place with the same certainty I shifted into my Wolf. We were two notes in the same song, two destinies of the same fate, two bodies with the same soul.
Thirty-Six
His soft lips traced my temple. Songbirds chorused in the early-morning light. The roiling ocean waves had settled into a hushed melody, slowly sweeping over the rocks and back again.
“We need to get going,” Grae murmured into my hair.
“No,” I rasped, my voice scratchy with sleep. I stubbornly curled further into him, slinging my leg and arm around him as if that would hold him in place.
My cheek bounced against his chest as he laughed. It was a beautiful sound, one that filled me with pride because I knew it was hard won. Seldom did I get to hear his genuine laughter, not since we were young. A chuckle, a snicker, perhaps, but that gorgeously open timbre of his laughter filled me with golden light.
“We’ve got to find Galen den’ Mora in the city,” Grae said with another kiss to my head. “Destiny awaits, little fox.”
“Destiny can wait one more hour,” I grumbled.
We’d barely slept. The night had stretched on oscillating between running in our Wolf forms and stopping for unbounded bursts of passion. We got closer and closer to the city through the night, but every time I thought it was sated, my desire would surge in me anew. Every time I shifted I wanted to be marked with Grae’s scent, claimed by him again. Grae learned every inch of my body just as I learned his—along with all the ways we could make each other come undone. We collapsed outside the city just before the dawn, the need for sleep finally demanding to be heard. I wasn’t sure if it was the newness or the excitement that my deepest wish had come to pass, but I seemed endlessly ready for him, even now in the quiet of the morning.