by Honor James
Her world exploded in a mind shattering display of color and light. Sound was gone from her small world as she became a being of only feeling. She shuddered and her knees threatened to give but she locked them and let her head drop as she breathed, feeling cascading over her and taking her to that place in heaven where only Laszlo could send her. After her scream she panted, “Please,” begging him to follow her into heaven.
A rumble of sound came from him, not really a growl so much as a sound of absolute pleasure. She could tell that he was so close, so very close to coming, his cock enlarging even as he forced it in and out of her pussy still, the feelings clearly so intense in his body. Flicking her clit with rough fingers, he pumped into her cunt over and over until he couldn’t move and he pinched her nubbin of flesh, her muscles tightening to lock him in deep as he exploded.
Her left knee felt the pressure and wanted to buckle, but she remained upright and cried out again as she felt his cock swell in size and lock deep inside of her as he exploded deep into her body. Her head dropped forward and she was panting as she stayed up by force of will alone. Her whole body was shaking with the need to simply collapse.
Groaning against her skin as he pressed his cheek to her spine, she felt Laszlo smile slowly as he fought for breath. For a long time all that could be heard was their intense inhaling and exhaling. “Thought we were doing this in the shower,” he commented long, long moments later as he slowly straightened and, with a few interesting movements, sat on the bed with her still attached, now draped loosely over his lap.
“I think this was just the precursor to the shower,” she panted out as she leaned heavily against him. “That was amazing,” she confessed and opened her eyes to look up at him. “Simply and positively amazing.” It had changed her very world. She had never thought herself much of a submissive but since their shower and now this, she was certainly changing her mind rapidly.
Nuzzling her neck he smiled. “Yes you were,” he murmured, softly stroking his hands over her front. When his body finally stopped trying to stuff hers and began to relax, he kissed her cheek. “Are you able to move, love? Or do you need a nap before we shower and go out to play?” he teased softly. He was feeling energized and ready to do backflips and yet she just seemed so languid.
She nuzzled awkwardly against him and looked up. “I think I’m ready for that shower now, sweetheart.” Squeezing him gently inside of her body, she used his shoulders and leverage and slowly rose. The feeling of him leaving her body making her both moan and whimper. “I love having you inside of me.” She turned and offered her hand to him. “I wish you could stay there, but then it would ruin the need and the drive of it, wouldn’t it?”
“Says you,” he said under his breath as he stood and took her hand in his. Kissing her fingers gently, he shifted her hand to his other so he could trace her spine with his fingertips as he walked slightly behind her. Stopping when he found a mark he’d obviously missed the first dozen times he’d touched her, she felt as he stroked the little mark. “What this?” he asked curiously, tapping the mark slightly.
She looked down and shrugged. “When I was in the last relationship, he stabbed me. That was where the bowie knife went in.” She turned. “And this is where it came out.” There was a much smaller scar on her front down low on her belly. “He barely missed anything important but I have to be honest, having a knife twisted in you hurts like a motherfucker.”
Tugging her to a halt, Laszlo stared into her face and she could tell that he saw only the honest truth. A low burning anger seemed to have started in his chest, but he only nodded slowly. “I’m glad that you got away from him,” he said softly. Picking her up, he held her aloft as he kissed the scar on her belly before letting her slide down just enough that he wouldn’t clock her on the doorjamb as he went into the bathroom.
She bent down and let her hair curtain around them as she showered him with kisses. She was glad she had gotten away from him as well, but for more reasons than the physical abuse, the mental abuse was something she had never been able to deal with. “I love you, Laszlo.” She did, she loved him with all she had in her, and it terrified her.
Smiling up at her, he kissed her lightly. “I love you, too, Desmonda,” he said as he let her slide down further. Stepping into the shower he let her down onto her feet. Turning slightly he started the water, adjusting the temperature before moving to let it hit her and turning on the rain showerhead.
She took the soap in hand and turned to face him. “You are always taking care of me, now it’s my turn to do something for you. Turn around and let me wash your beautiful back.”
“I like looking after you,” he said softly stroking her cheek. Turning though, he grinned. “Do as you will,” he said pressing his hands against the wall. Glancing over his shoulder to her, he winked. “Make sure you get everything back there.”
“Oh believe me,” she said only a moment before she let her hands begin their work. She let her fingers massage deeply into his muscles, rubbing out kinks before moving down.
Grabbing the soap once more she grinned. “Now to work my way to the middle from your feet.” She fully intended on taking her time washing his ass, needing to touch every single part of him.
Bending behind him she soaped from his ankles, around his legs and up, slowly. When she reached his ass, she leaned against him as her hands massaged the flesh she whispered against his ear, “Do you like this?”
Considering he was tense, his cock a hard, jutting extension of his body and his nails trying to dig into the large slate slabs on the wall, he could only nod. “Don’t stop,” he hissed out, her hands on his skin, skimming and stroking, was driving him insane.
She reached around with one hand and fisted the head of his cock even as her fingers toyed at the slit of his ass. “If you don’t like it, tell me,” she whispered, her sudsy finger at his anus, lightly rubbing around there before slowly pushing in as she stroked him harder and faster.
“Oh god,” he groaned, his head falling back as he rocked against her hands. “Des,” he breathed in a throaty tone, a growl building in his chest.
She bit his back, not hard but nibbling enough to make sure that he knew just what she was doing. Slowly she withdrew her finger from his anus and placed both hands on his cock. Her front pressed to his back as she stroked him, her teeth nibbling, scraping and marking him with a wild need she didn’t understand.
Pushing back against her slightly, he growled louder, the sound deep and harsh in the space. “Des,” he growled her name, his evident need making his voice sharp.
She moved to her knees, around to the front of him and in her wake she left long lines where her teeth had scraped and bit him, trails where her nails had marked him and at the moment she couldn’t think past needing to taste him.
Her mouth moved over him, breathing heavily as both hands pumped him up and down. “I need you, Laszlo.” She did, too, it was as if everything in her brain except for the need shut down and with that happening she closed her mouth over him and began to move with a wild abandon on his cock.
“Holy shit!” he yelped as her mouth closed over him, his one hand moving to thread through her hair and hold on for dear life. She could tell that he tried not to rock into her, he really did, but even his self-control evidently had its limits. Moaning in pleasure, he watched as she took him over and over, his hips moving to meet her each thrust, shivers sliding up and down his spine whenever her teeth grazed his cock.
She felt the quaking inside of him and knew he was close, too close, so she pulled off of him with a sound like letting a sucker go and used her hands to give him a hand job even as her mouth moved to his thigh, biting him.
The bite did him in, it sent him right over the edge and he came hard, slamming one hand out to the tile of the shower wall as he shook. Groaning long and loud, he spilled his seed and whimpered slightly as she continued to milk him, her tempting hands stroking and demanding more.
She covered the head
of his shaft with her mouth, wanting to taste him, and milking him as she did, she drank down every delicious salty drop that he offered to her. When she looked up she saw the scratches and bites that she had laid all over his body and felt herself go pale. “Oh god, Laszlo, I’m so sorry.”
Panting, he frowned at her and looked down with a sigh. Sliding his hand from her hair, he caught her arm and gently pulled her up. Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her up so she could wrap around him. Loosening an arm once her legs were holding onto him, she moved his arm before her face so she could see the one scratch on it. “Watch it, love,” he said when she went to look away. “Watch it, Des,” he said a bit more sharply. “It’s already closing, Desmonda.” He pointed out the mark getting smaller and clotting and healing just fast enough to actually be seen.
She felt ill. “I love you but I marked you.” What did that say about her? She was as bad as her ex had been, the “I love you, honey, this is for you, honey” as he hit her, she felt sick. “What happens when you turn me, Laszlo? Do I become even more hurtful to you?” She touched the line of light pink that was where a long bloody mark had been.
“So what if you do?” he asked her softly letting his arm drop to wrap around her. “You’ll be a Wolf and it’s acceptable in our world to be demanding and mark your mate. When you change your mating mark will heal over and we’ll re-bond. I’ll mark you permanently and I’d like to think you’d do the same. It’s the only time the marks will remain, other than that they will heal. But,” he said, softly kissing her cheek, “if it upsets you so much we can go back to the missionary position of loving and do nothing that makes it explosive for us.”
She chewed her lip and then shook her head. “I don’t want to give this up. I love being able to simply be who I am with you and if you promise me you won’t let me really hurt you, I will be fine with it?” She would get to mark him as he marked her? Wow. “I never want my mark to go away.” She touched it lightly and shivered. “Not with how amazing it feels when you touch it, kiss and lick and nibble at it.” She leaned in closer to him. “I’m sorry, Laszlo, but when I saw the marks…” She shrugged. “Every nightmare I lived through came back. Each time he belittled or hurt me he followed it with ‘I do this because I love you’ and I hate that.”
Hugging her to him, she felt him kiss her softly. “Honey, I’m not going to hurt you just to hurt you, ever. If I mark you it’s because it’s how Wolves express their pleasure and joy in lovemaking. We test each other’s strength, demanding more and more from one another at all times. A weak mating is bad for Wolf hierarchy,” he told her in a low tone as he leaned back and, lifting a hand, brushed her hair back. “We don’t do it just to prove that we’re dominant, we do it to prove we’re the best suited for our mate. The weak don’t survive in my world, Des, only the strong survive but not just in battle. You need to be strong of mind, soul, and being to survive as a Wolf. Battle smarts are one thing, but if you don’t have the backing of family and the strength of a mate who would give and do anything for you, you might as well bare your throat to a competitor and let him tear it out right then and there.”
She nodded and breathed him in, it made complete sense when he explained it like that. “You do have a mate that would do anything for you. I would give my life for yours without even a nanosecond of hesitation.” She looked up at him and nodded. “And with you I have the backing of family, don’t I?”
“Damned straight,” he told her with a tender smile. “We protect our own and god help the moron that decides to come for one of ours. We fight internally but present, always, a united front to the world. And you’re one of ours now, Des, forever one of ours,” he added as he kissed her gently.
She grinned and rubbed her cheek against his shoulder as she asked. “Can I be the one to tell Miklos that I have decided to keep you, and that I’m your mate?” She loved to razz her best friend’s mate. “He is so going to have a heart attack, you know that don’t you?”
“He is not.” Laszlo glared at her and shook his head. “He might go outside and have a small tantrum for a brief moment, but after that he’ll be fine. Course, he seemed to be thinking, if what Harker said was true concerning the way they reacted when they were together, it would at least be entertaining. Just don’t be too mean to him please, I happen to love my brothers even though they are a pain in my ass.”
“I won’t be too mean,” she promised and grinned. “I won’t be mean at all. Just ask my new brother how tricks are.” She rubbed her cheek against his chest and then said, “We should probably do our shower so that we can get out and nuzzle and snuggle together right?”
Kissing her lightly, he let a sigh out as he let their conversation slide as he let her slip from his hold. “I happen to like the way your skin wrinkles up with water,” he told her as he ducked his head under the water and reached for the shampoo.
“I’m glad that you do, Laszlo, but I don’t happen to like it when it gets all wrinkly because I don’t like how it feels.” She rubbed her cheek again on his chest and grinned. “I want to get myself cleaned up, darling, I’m sorry but I need to get out before I turn all pruny.”
“Spoilsport,” he muttered, kissing her as she pulled back from him. “Wash up,” he told her as he started to scrub the shampoo into his hair before rinsing it all out. “Cause if you don’t, I’ll wash you and we’ll never get out of here before you are really, really pruny.”
“And you say that and think it makes me want to not be pruny when suddenly that is the only thing I want. You are a very bad man, Laszlo Farkas, getting me all wet and excited like that.”
Chuckling, he shrugged. “Not my fault,” he told her with an unrepentant grin as he took the soap and washed up quickly. “You’re still standing there I see, does this mean that you want to be really pruny?” he asked, rinsing off as he spun slowly under the water.
“Only if I get to be really pruny and screaming at the same time.” Her hands moved over his broad chest and she grinned. “That is if you are up for it? I mean you did lose a lot of your stamina a few minutes ago with my lips around you,” she teased.
Growling he swung her up in his arms and, with a quick move, slid into her pussy with his cock hard and ready. “You are challenging a Wolf’s stamina, not good at all,” he told her softly. Backing her to the wall he kissed her mark lightly as he ground his hips into hers, pushing his dick in deeper. “But if you’re tired I could wait until you’ve recovered a little,” he offered stopping all movement to look at her.
She clenched him with her hands and her legs. “Don’t you dare stop. I want explosions dammit, Laszlo, I want to make the very windows rattle with our combined releases. Don’t let me down.” She grinned and let her fingers relax slightly and begin to pet him. “Remind me of our last shower?”
“If you insist,” he told her softly as he began to move, slowly though. He wanted as much time as he could get with her in their wet playground. “I love you, Desmonda,” he murmured as he caught her lips and kissed her gently. Teasing her mouth with his teeth and tongue he slid a hand to her ass and pressed his finger to her anus, stroking the tight bud of flesh gently as he rocked into her.
Her eyes fluttered between open and closed and she gasped slightly. “Yes, Laszlo,” she breathed with real feeling there. “I love you, Laszlo.” She conceded to him her feelings. “Please.” She was a live wire of feeling and for him to touch her as she had touched him, it was driving her mad with desire and need.
Chuckling softly, he pressed his finger against her and let it slide in slowly as he continued to rock into her. “Like this?” he whispered against her neck biting her gently pressing his finger in deeper. “Is this what you want my love?” he asked slowly moving his finger in sync with his cock pumping into her.
He was like the proverbial toaster into the bathtub because every single ounce of intelligence she had melted and was running out her ears. All she could do was sob, gasp for air, and close her eyes to the intense pleas
ure the sensation created. When he nibbled her mark again she squeezed, clenched, and sobbed as she began down that slippery slope of orgasmic joy.
“That’s it, love,” he breathed over her wet flesh. “Just let go and scream for me,” he whispered before he bit her mark again, pressing his teeth into the mark. Riding her he moved even faster in and out of both of her openings, teasing her and driving them both to something truly cataclysmic.
She sobbed and then screamed the sound so loud that it echoed all around the bathroom and back to them. Her body clenched him and held both him and his finger deep inside of her body as her nails clawed down his arms and she shuddered with her orgasm that wiped away her thoughts, fears, and everything except her feelings for him.
Grunting as he came, Laszlo’s face winced at the decibels she reached as though he knew he’d have ringing in his ears for a couple of days. But it would be more than worth it, his smile seemed to indicate as he pumped his seed into her wet and willing body over and over.
She grinned as she held him closer, tighter. “I love you, Laszlo,” she whispered softly over the roar in her ears from the intensity of the moment. “Gods I love you.” She would and could never get enough of him. She needed him in order to live, to survive.
Kissing her cheek he just held her. His eyes indicated that he knew she was speaking but it was clear he really couldn’t hear her. Opening and closing his mouth, he tried to get his ears to pop and return partial hearing. Freeing his hand, he turned off the water and lifted her a little higher as he stepped out of the bath to grab a towel. Draping it over her shoulders, he sat on the edge of the tub and she felt as he gently began to dry her hair and back.
She pulled back and looked at him, frowning. “What’s wrong?” She knew something was because she had asked him a question and he had completely ignored her request, which was not like him, at all.
Blinking at her he frowned and watched her repeat it before he tapped his ears. “Deaf for a little while, love,” he told her hopefully not yelling. He was sure he hadn’t but he had no real control over his volume. “Next time I tell you to scream in an enclosed space, kick me where it will hurt the most.”
