by Honor James
“Yes!” she uttered loudly, just short of a scream. Her body clung to him, hands curled into his biceps as she melted under him. He saw the wolf inside of her unleashed. She demanded her mate, demanded her Alpha. “Oh god,” she breathed even as she writhed under him. He could feel her body accepting him, her heart and soul keeping him. But the wolf inside would need him to show he deserved her, and it was trying to push him off, trying to make him show who was the stronger will and body.
Growling at her, every move more instinctive than anything, Laz bit her shoulder lightly, his teeth holding her down as he drove his cock into her body over and over. He needed her, needed to know she was alive and well and, while she’d be sore and tender afterward, he needed to fuck her like he’d been wanting to do from the start.
He knew she was as desperate for him as he was for her. The brutal fucking would be placating her wolf, and her as well. Her nails raked roughly over his back, and he could smell the blood that she caused to come from the lines of markings she placed on him, but she couldn’t stop. She demanded more, pulling him closer with her legs and pushing at him as well.
Cupping the flesh of her ass harder in his hands, he squeezed and massaged her even as he took her even harder. Shifting his mouth he licked at the red skin and then moved down her chest to her breasts. Nipping at the softer skin he nibbled across her nipple, his tongue following the motions of his mouth contrary to what his body was doing to her.
Desi moved with him and it didn’t take long before her felt her give in to the sensations and it was when he bit into her breast that she exploded with orgasm. Her body shook from the powerful pleasure that he gave her. His name fell from her lips in a praise-filled sigh of release.
Chuckling softly Laszlo continued to drive into her until his own body tightened and then, in a moment, shattered, spilling his seed deep. Groaning as her body tightened around him tighter and tighter, he breathed her name reverently against her skin.
She grinned and held onto him even as he released deep into her body. A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips as she closed her eyes, holding him tightly and whispering her love to him only moments before she was once again sound asleep, sleeping this time peacefully, it seemed.
Lying over her Laszlo held her close, letting her sleep even as he fought to stay awake. He wanted to sleep with her, to join her in the dreams, but he knew he couldn’t, not for a few more hours. Propping his head in a hand as he braced his elbow on the mattress he watched her sleep. “Somehow this is seriously not fair. You know that, right, love?” He asked the question ever so soft and could have sworn that her lips twitched in a smile at the problem he was now having.
Chapter 8
When he finally joined her within the dreaming she frowned. “Where have you been, Laszlo?” She was now lazing in a hot tub, the water bubbling around her. “I wanted to meet you on the beach, but you didn’t come, so I chose a hot tub,” Holding her hand out she smiled. “Join me?”
Sliding into the water he sat at her side, his arm sliding around her shoulder. “I had to wait to make sure you were past all danger, love. Too often a newly changed Wolf will throw up while they are sleeping. It’s always in the first four hours so I had to wait to keep you from choking to death. Thus my tardiness, love,” he said.
“Then that is acceptable.” She leaned into him and sighed. “Considering that you woke me up shortly after I feel asleep the first time.” To a wonderful, perfect sexcapade. “I was surprised you were able to remain awake.” She yawned and rubbed her cheek on his chest. “I’m sorry that I’m so much trouble for you.” She however amended, “Although I have to admit, I have no idea why you woke me at the beginning, but my God, you are allowed to wake me like that anytime that you want.” Her mind was going in circles, the proverbial dog chasing his tail, so to speak.
“You were having a nightmare, love, you were thrashing and changing back and forth,” he told her softly. “I had to wake you before you hurt yourself or me with whatever was driving you, honey,” he said stroking her hair as he turned into her closer. Kissing her cheek lightly his nostrils breathed her in. “I love you, honey, it wasn’t my intention to take you like I did, but I’ll admit that I was quite happy with the results,” he teased with a smile.
“I have to admit that it was heavenly and I demand that you do it again, and again on every opportunity that we get.” She grumbled, “I will always want you, Laszlo, and that…” She shivered. “Are you okay from it?” She had known she had scratched him, marked him. “I didn’t hurt you too badly, did I?”
“Are we back to that again?” he asked, lifting his head and turning to face her. Taking her shoulders he used his thumbs to tip her chin up. “I am fine, I will always be fine with whatever you do to me. You are my mate and I am yours, we decide what works for us, no one else and definitely not humanity’s point of views. If I’m good with it, which I am, accept it, Des, please,” he begged her, clearly wanting her to hear him, finally hear him. “I don’t know how much longer I can live with you doubting my word every step of the way.”
“I know.” She patted his arm over her shoulder and grinned. “I’m not apologizing for doing it, Laszlo, I just wanted to know so that I know my limits with you.” Looking up at him still smiling she added, “Because I fully and completely intend on marking you again and again, just so that you know.”
“Honey, as long as you don’t kill me you can do any damned thing you want to me, I love you and everything we do together. We’re not human, love, we need firmer, rougher touches than a human does,” he said softly. “Just do whatever feels right for you Desmonda, that’s all I can really ask for,” he told her as he eased closer to her and kissed her cheek. “I love you, just do what’s right for you.”
“Well thank god because I happen to have completely loved what we did,” she said with a smile and shivered. “I loved it, Laszlo, and you know almost more than that was the way it felt when you did the same to me, feeling you losing control was, it was heavenly, Las, I really want that again.”
Grunting at her he rolled his eyes. “You just liked seeing my eyes cross,” he teased with a grin. “But I loved it all, too, honey, I’ll gladly do anything and everything you want,” he said softly. Lifting her he settled her in his lap as he leaned back, his arms around her body, “Now, if you don’t mind, my sweet, I fully intend on zoning right out here because I am exhausted.”
“I am fine with that but don’t you think we should be in a bed or in the middle of a field of flowers and not in a hot tub?” she asked rubbing her cheek against his shoulder and chest. She smiled, more than willing to allow him to take her wherever he wanted to go.
Snorting he sighed and changed the landscape to a large beanbag in a field of flowers. “This is as close as it’s going to get, love,” he murmured shifting so he sank in deeper into the bag. Yawning he slid into sleep, the heat of her body pressing against his, clearly keeping him centered and happy.
She smiled and leaned into him happily. “I love you, too.” She whispered and rubbed her cheek against his chest before she was sound asleep being held in his arms, safe and warm.
* * * *
Waking long hours later, Laz rubbed at his face and groaned softly as he rolled, he needed a bathroom now. “Be right back, love,” he mumbled, moving from Desmonda’s hold and padding blindly and not exactly straight to the bathroom. Snapping on the light out of habit, he winced and cursed before turning them off again as he attended to business. Splashing water into his face moments later, he tried to wake up completely but it just didn’t seem to want to happen. Groaning he moved back to the bed and crawling in, flopped down on his stomach, his one arm wrapping around his mate’s waist.
She curled up closer to him and sighed as she drifted in and out of sleep. “I missed you,” she mumbled quietly with her cheek on his chest and petted him lightly. “I love you, Laz.” she whispered and kissed his chest before slipping back into the sleeping heaven that was their life.
The next day she rolled her eyes and said, “Really, Laszlo, I am fine.” She grumbled and hid her grin. “We slept for twenty-four straight hours, Laszlo, I’m perfectly fine. I feel wonderful but if you don’t let me up to move I swear I think that I will likely have to hurt you.” Touching his cheek she added, “I love you, Laszlo, but I really do need to get up and move, baby.”
Staring at her he frowned. “Honey, I love you more than life itself so you’d better not be fibbing to me or I’ll paddle your bottom until you can’t sit for a month.” Sighing heavily he moved, letting her free from the cage that was his arms.
As soon as he freed her from his arms she jumped from the bed and ran for the bathroom, closing the door behind her with a slam and barely making it in time before she let out an audible sigh of relief as she used the bathroom. “Oh god that’s good.” It was pathetic that using the bathroom was giving her leave to use that phrase.
Finished, she washed her hands and then brushed her teeth before looking at the shower and grinning, opening the door, and asking, “Do you want to join me in the shower?”
Lifting a brow he moved toward her. “Let’s just not have a repeat of the last time you used that phrase shall we?” he asked teasing her. “Just remember that it’ll effect you the same way, my sweet.”
“And me, too, so I will most certainly keep the screams at a minus so that we both escape the shower of doom with our hearing intact, that way I can hear the contractors when I call them to come and redo our bathrooms.” She placed her hand into his and smiled. “I love feeling you touching me though.”
“I like touching you so it’s a good thing all around isn’t it,” he said nudging her back toward the shower. “So you’re really going to remodel the bathroom, huh?” he asked with interest in his voice as he lifted her up and into the stall. “Any idea of the layout or color scheme?” he asked, as if hoping that she wouldn’t pick something loud and obnoxious or too girly.
“Yes.” She grinned. “I want a completely rustic look. I was thinking rocks and sandstone. Making this more of a waterfall haven than a shower.” Her hands moved over his chest happily as she bit her lip. “Completely open, two or three waterfall showerheads, a water ledge with the water flowing off.” Biting her lip she leaned into his touches. “The floor would be rock, the water would drain into an underground collection where it can be recycled.” She grinned. “Because I plan on many long showers with you.”
“Sounds more like a natural attraction then a shower,” he said as he stared at her in evident amazement. “Are you sure that’s all going to fit in here and still leave us a toilet?” he asked, sticking his head out of the shower to look around, as if he were trying to calculate the space this marvel was going to take up.
“Yep, you will see.” She patted his chest as she added, “Even if we have to remove the mistress suite attached to the master bedroom. I think you have the cash to afford the remodel.” She pulled back. “Unless you would prefer not to shower with me anymore?” A pout moued her lips prettily.
Growling at her as he looked at her he backed her into the corner. “Keep that up and I’ll bite something that won’t heal immediately,” he warned her softly. “I happen to love having your skin all wet and hot spread out before me like a sensuous buffet for all my Wolf senses.”
She shivered and nodded. “I love it, too, Laszlo, I really, really believe that we should take advantage of these things as much as possible, don’t you?” Her leg lifted and cupped around his hip, pulling him closer. “Touch me, Laszlo?”
Sliding his hand over her leg, he pulled her closer to him as he rubbed against her. “Anywhere in particular you want to be touched?” he asked moving his hand up to cup her bottom gently squeezing. Lowering his head he nibbled at her neck, his tongue flashing out to stroke over her pulse.
“I want to be touched everywhere.” Her head fell back and she whimpered as he nuzzled her neck and then licked at her neck. “That is a damn good start Laszlo.” She growled happily. “Harder though, I’m Wolf now and understand why you needed the roughness of the touch, please harder.”
Chuckling softly he nipped at her skin scraping his teeth over her flesh. Squeezing her bottom harder he lifted her up suddenly and slipped deep into her body. Moaning he pressed her against the side, capturing her hands in his and lifting them high to restrain her.
“It feels even more amazing now.” She growled, every inch of her skin seemed sensitized and everything else seemed to heighten the sensations she was feeling. “Feels so good.” She lifted her other leg to wrap around his waist, moaning with pleasure as he moved deeper into her body.
His eyes watching her, he slid out and then pushed back in letting his whole body rub over her. “All your senses are heightened and will only keep getting more so for a while. Your hearing, eyesight, taste, hearing, sense of smell,” he told her leaning down to scrape his teeth over her breast. “Touch,” he breathed over her nipple just before he bit her nipple carefully.
“Oh god,” she whispered hungrily and moved with him, she took her body up and down on his shaft as roughly as he was taking her. “I know that before I loved it rough, and now…” She growled, literally. “Now I love it rough, the rougher the better.”
Her skin slid through his teeth gently as he moved to her other breast where he scraped his teeth over her sensitive skin even as he moved to meet her thrust for nearly violent thrust. Covering her breast with little love bites, sharp and slightly painful, he licked over each to ease her pain as he relearned just what she liked him to do to her.
She was shaking as they moved together in the shower when she growled against his neck. “How do I mark you as mine, Laszlo?” The “mine” coming out so possessive that she was certain it hadn’t been her that uttered those words. “Now,” she demanded an instant later.
Lifting his head he looked at her for a long moment, his body stilling at her words and then he smiled slowly. “You bite me, like I did you in the beginning, hard though, my skin’s tougher than yours, love,” he murmured moving in and out of her as his body heated even more against hers. “You’ll have to hold it until you taste blood and then for a moment longer otherwise it will heal. Strike hard, strike fast and strike deep,” he breathed out in need for her, his voice deep and rough, as though his Wolf was taking over more and more.
She could only nod as she braced one hand on his shoulder and the other slid up so that her hand cupped the opposite side of his neck. As they came together she bit into him hard, deep and growled her satisfaction as she felt him slam deep and hard into her, brutally and in a manner that would have hurt her badly had she been human.
Gasping at the sting of her teeth, Laszlo hung onto his humanity by a mere thread and it was tenuous at best. Holding her hips still, he pumped into her body harder and harder with every thrust. The sounds of their lovemaking loud in the space and then, he came, hard and fast, thrusting deep as he growled his pleasure as he filled her body.
She tasted the blood and bit just a might harder. Finally she let him go and held onto him while her own orgasm moved through her. It possessed her so roughly, so hard that she had to fight not to scream from the sheer pleasure that she felt knowing that he was hers. Knowing that she was his.
Panting, Laz let his head fall toward her until his forehead rested in the crook of her neck. Sucking in air he just held her and seemed to be concentrated on staying upright. Now he knew why mates marked each other after the change, the intensity of the feelings between body and soul were mind boggling.
She was gasping for air as she whispered, “You didn’t mark me again.” Damn she felt complete, wonderful and ready to fall apart. “Gods I think you killed me.” She could hear a roar in her ears even as the water poured around them. “So amazing.”
“I’
ll mark you later,” he promised lifting his head slightly to rub his cheek to hers. “When I can feel something below my neck again.” Turning his face into hers he kissed her gently, suckling on her lower lip lightly before scraping his teeth gently over her tender flesh. “I love you, Desmonda,” he breathed out closing his eyes to enjoy every sensation.
“I love you, too, Laszlo.” She smiled and nodded. “I feel all numb as well but it’s such a wonderful and perfect feeling.” Her gaze took in his and she leaned in, brushing her lips over his again. “I didn’t scream and take out your hearing this time but let me assure you that it felt as amazing as the first time.”
Smiling against her lips he shook his head slightly. “No, darling, that I think was even better. Mainly because I can still hear,” he teased nipping at her full lips. Shifting slightly he looked down at his shoulder and chuckled. “Marked me rather well, didn’t we?” he asked with a mischievous look in his eyes. “Not interested in fighting off other women much are we?” he again asked in a teasing tone.
A growl came from her as she whispered, “I will kill them if they even dare to touch you.” And what’s worse was that she wasn’t teasing, at all. “You are mine, Laszlo.” And then she realized how she must have hurt him and turned a stunned expression up to him. “Oh god, I’m…” She couldn’t say she was sorry because that would be a lie. “I will take care of it. Pour the peroxide on it and bandage it when we are able to move again,” she promised softly and while she was stressed about hurting him, she had to smile because the mark he wore was hers, and it was perfect.
Snorting at her he shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, darling, it’ll scab up before we’re even out of the shower and be healed in about two hours leaving a very clear mating mark behind. And tonight,” he murmured stroking his lips down her shoulder. “Tonight I intend on marking you, too, letting any and all males know you are mine and that I’ll gut them if they get anywhere near you.” Wolves were highly possessive, but the man in Laszlo knew that Desmonda could handle anything that presented itself and, if she couldn’t she’d ask for help.
