It was a simple place, with a few luxuries here and there, and she couldn't take her eyes off of the bed that took up most of one wall. It looked like heaven, but Tara was painfully aware of how filthy she was after the day and night spent in the caves of the Aerie.
She turned around to mention it to Mads, but she found herself swept into a deep kiss. The kiss continued, and when she pulled back, they continued to hold each other for a long moment in silence.
“We have done something exceptional,” he said softly. “You're amazing, and you have changed the world.”
“It's a world we can live in together,” she promised, and he nodded, holding her tight.
Wordlessly, he led her to the bathroom, which she realized with relief was modern, with running water, and they stripped each other.
His body was scarred but perfect, and she pressed her hand over the tattoos over his heart, each triangle representing a pack member he couldn't save.
“No more of these,” she said intently. “You'll never get another one.”
He nodded, and under the hot spray of the shower, they cleaned each other. There was something soft and silent about it, something almost sacred, and in the steam and the hot water, they touched, they embraced and they called one another’s names.
Tara stood with her back to Mads' chest, and though she could feel his cock harden against her naked back, it seemed less important than his hard hands slipping down her soapy sides before returning to wash her neck, her breasts and her belly.
“This is forever, isn't it?” she asked, and he pressed warm lips to her ear.
“Forever if you'll have me, at least that long,” Mads promised, and a tension that had coiled inside her for her entire life finally came loose.
There were tears on her cheeks, lost in the water, but there was a cleansing there as well, and when she stepped out, he wrapped in her large fluffy towel and dried her with such care that her heart throbbed.
The bed was exactly as welcoming and grand as it looked, and somehow, despite the exhaustion of the last few days, she didn't want to sleep. There was a strange restlessness to her, and a powerful hunger, and when Mads lay down next to her, she reached for him at once.
“I want you,” she said softly, and he laughed when she bit him on the bicep.
“Good,” he responded, and he rolled her underneath him.
There was something slow and shockingly kind about the way he touched her, and she realized that this was the first time she had seen Mads when he was not fighting a war or a battle. This was just him, touching her, licking her and loving her, and she reached up to pull him close.
“You're mine,” she whispered, “and you always will be.
His answering growl was deep and throbbing, and he rocked his erection against her thigh. His heat and his arousal made her long for him, and when his lips moved from her cheek to her neck, she whimpered.
She lay quietly on the bed when he kissed her collarbones, when he stroked his hands down her sides, but when he put his mouth to her breasts, she sighed deeply.
“Show me how you like it,” he said, sitting up on his heels. He was between her legs, keeping them spread, and his eyes were bright and fascinated.
In another life, she might have felt embarrassed or afraid, but now she simply did as he said. She watched him following her hands as they came up to cup her small breasts, squeezing harder than he ever had, plucking at the nipples until they were erect. She could see his cock, already hard, and already wet at the tip, and with one hand, she reached out to stroke him. The feel of his smooth skin over the hardness there made her purr with desire, and she left off to touch herself between the legs.
Slowly, she stroked the slit with the pad of a single finger, and when she dipped it just inside, Mads groaned.
“Do you know what you are doing to me?” he asked, a note of desperation in his voice, and she laughed.
“The same thing you are doing to me, I think,” she murmured, and he drew her hand away and lapped at the wetness there with an eager tongue.
He dropped his head between her legs, and she twined her fingers in his hair. He didn't mind when she drew him closer, and her hips started to rock. She could already feel the first rumblings of her pleasure start low in her belly, and she pulled away, not ready for it to be over so soon.
“Slow,” she said softly. “Slow, all right?”
He nodded, and he came down over her. She spread her legs wide for him, and then he came inside her with a long, slow thrust that drove a deep sigh from her lips.
He looked down at her, his eyes soft with love, and with care and a gentleness that brought tears to her eyes, he started to move. At first he simply rocked his hips into her gently and with great care, and then his thrusts deepened until he was pulling almost all the way out of her to push all the way back in.
“Feel all of this,” he whispered. “Feel all of me inside you.”
She whimpered in response because the first stirrings of that pleasure were coming up again, and she fought it off because she didn't want it yet. She simply did not want the feeling to end, but when Mads pressed a hand between their bodies and found her clit, she couldn't resist.
Her hands clung to his hips, trying to drag him closer, and his hand between their bodies drove her pleasure higher and higher.
“Oh, please,” she whimpered. “Please, please don't stop...”
The rhythm of their love rocked their bodies together, back and forth, and when she climaxed, it was a soft thing that came roaring up in intensity. The small pops of pleasure through her exploded into a deep pleasure that lit her up, and she shouted his name, clinging to him. He growled, and his movements became less even, faster now, and the power of his thrusts pushed her even higher.
He pressed his face into her hair when he spilled, murmuring love words and promises so sensual that she squirmed against him, blushing hard.
They stayed still for a very long moment, and finally, Mads pulled away to lie down next to her.
“This will be a strange life you have chosen,” he warned her. “My people are different, and we are wild.”
“They are yours, and I will love them,” she promised, and he grinned at her.
“You are my family, you are my love, and more than anything else, you are mine,” he whispered, and he held her close.
There would be time in the morning to talk to his clan, to get to know them, to learn who would be a friend and who might always be a problem. Tonight, it was just her and the man who had taken her to the depths of hell before showing her a love that was so deep and true that she shook with it.
“I love you,” she whispered against his skin, and his arms tightened around her.
“Forever,” he promised her, and finally, she knew she was home.
THE END
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