"How long are you planning on keeping
me
waiting?"
Before I could finish asking, Ian was crushing me against his bare chest, demanding access to my hungry mouth, bruising my lips. He straightened his back and my toes lost contact with the floor. I wrapped my legs around him as he moved us to my room and he awkwardly removed the rest of my clothes. Crashing into the door frame, I slammed against his body, we both moaned. Ian threw me on my bed and followed looming over me on hands and knees.
Ian panted, "I thought you'd be too upset by...everything, I didn't think you'd want...."
"I want you..." I unzipped his jeans and slid my hand along the bulge in his boxers, "please."
Ian removed his jeans and boxers, tossing them into a corner. He stood completely naked before me, beautiful, like an angel. I sat up to touch him, to confirm his existence, prove to myself that I wasn't dreaming. Ian brought my hand up to his lips, my eyes followed and met his deep emerald pools, dark with desire.
"Lay down," a gently spoken command.
As I leaned back Ian lifted my knees and opened my legs. His eyes lingered on my mouth then traveled down to my exposed sex. My breathing grew ragged as I watched. Ian brought his head down and placed his tongue near my pucker and dragged it up through my glistening folds and over my hooded nub. He drank of me as a butterfly at a flower, a giant wolf butterfly. My fingers twisted in his hair as he teased and nibbled and sucked, drawing me closer to the edge.
Ian replaced his tongue with his hand, his fingers and thumb finding my most sensitive points and depths.
He kissed me urgently, his tongue continued to plunge and caress. I could taste myself on his lips. The sensations began to swirl and gather and collide. My hips were moving greedily against his fingers.
Ian moved his lips to my ear "come for me Kate." I could do nothing else. I crashed and shattered and whimpered as he kissed me, his fingers drawing out the tremors.
I was not lulled, or soothed. My body did not purr with satisfaction. The flood gates were ripped from their hinges letting loose a torrent of sharply defined desire. "Please ..." words were elusive, I pleaded with my eyes. I moved his hand from my wetness and shuddered with the loss. "Please."
Ian raised himself over me and opened my legs further with his knees the sudden coolness made me shiver. Ian easily restrained my arms above my head and perched himself at my entrance, his head hot and threatening. I raised my hips in a desperate attempt to capture him but could not. Ian looked into my eyes, drew me into his thoughts. Not to hear his unspoken words but to
feel
his desire, to experience his overwhelming need. It hit me like a colossal iceberg, crowded my mind with his absolute hunger. My body began to shudder and Ian seized this moment to plunge into my depths. I came in great waves, exploding from my center...ripping through me. I cried out against his neck "Ian.....holy................fuck."
Ian growled into my ear "mine."
"Yes." I agreed gasping. Nothing could have been more obvious at that moment.
Ian raised himself, letting my arms loose and remained still within me for a time. My freed fingers danced over his muscled hills and valleys and Ian began a slow ascent leaving behind a feeling of emptiness. In an unjustified panic my fingers dug into his sides, pulling him back to me.
Ian obliged and filled me then picked up a rhythm that my body matched, thrust for thrust.
My fingers found purchase in his hair and he dipped down to lick my lips. My tongue met his and the connection drove him deeper. My eyes fluttered shut and an image of Ian pounding me from behind flashed through my mind. Whether it originated in his mind or my own, I couldn't tell.
Ian swiftly withdrew, rolled me over and raised my hips. He pressed my shoulders into the bed and moved my knees further apart. I was completely exposed and pointing to the heavens. I expected the pounding to begin as in my vision but instead felt kisses on either cheek and then a rough hot tongue lapping up my juices. It didn't feel like Ian's, it felt like his wolf.
I was seized by fear.
Kate
his tongue continued the tortuous licking.
I'm still here
. Ian's hands ran down my back – I didn't feel claws and relaxed.
I won't change again until it's needed or you ask me to.
I couldn't imagine ever asking him to change.
Ian positioned himself behind me and I wiggled an invitation.
"Look...look in your mirror."
I lifted my head and found myself looking into my perfectly though innocently angled dresser mirror. The site of our glistening bodies made me catch my breath and set me ablaze.
Ian entered me as we watched. He sheathed himself to the hilt. The sensation, the vision...it was overwhelming, too much. I tried to rock forward, to move away but Ian held my hips firmly in place. His movements became determinedly languid, allowing my body to accept him fully. The pseudo pain quickly transformed into utter bliss and I began to rock and sway with him. Ian unleashed the power he had been keeping tightly reined. I buried my face in the twisted bed clothes and screamed his name as he pummeled me.
"No...not yet Kate," Ian slowed to let me recover slightly. His hands traveled over my thighs and hips and up my back, I moaned under their heat. He looped an arm under mine and pulled me upright. His large hands covered my breasts. "You're beautiful."
I looked up into the mirror but looked away quickly. The scene was too intimate, too sexual for casual observation. It spurred my arousal even higher. I twisted and reached back, our lips and tongues reunited. I purred, reveling in his sweetness. Ian growled as I nibbled his bottom lip.
He pressed my shoulders back down into the bed and his grinding picked up its pace. He changed his angle slightly and I would have jumped off the bed if he hadn't had me in his iron grip.
"Ian..." I whimpered. "I'm.....going.....to.....c....come."
Ian entwined his hand in my hair and had me rise on hands and knees. He leaned over and kissed my shoulder. "Yes...come with me Kate......now." Ian bit into my shoulder as our bodies shuddered and clenched. The brief sting of his bite blended with overwhelming pleasure as Ian poured himself into me.
My body was trembling uncontrollably and my limbs turned to jelly. Ian rolled us onto our sides as we collapsed.
We lay entwined and connected in the mess of bedclothes. Stripes of late afternoon sun pierced the blinds covering us in a distorted zebra pattern.
Ian held me tightly against his chest and kissed my still tender shoulder. "I'm sorry...I couldn't stop myself."
"Your wolf?"
"Emmm...we've marked you as ours." Ian buried his face in my hair "Thank God I found you..." his voice cracked, "I thought I never..."
"I know..." I pressed my back against his chest and kissed his fingers, "...I guess I'd been searching for you too."
