Pack Lands

Chapter 7 Magic In The Air

Alexis stretched languidly. Her body buzzed with an undercurrent she was not used to. She felt warm skin against her body and pushed against the man in bed next to her without a second thought. Powerful arms encircled her, and she snuggled into the embrace. She breathed in the smell of Deacon. The smell of familiarity, the smell of safety, the smell of her mate. Her mind puzzled at the words that had sprung to mind and she searched her memory for a clue to how she ended up in his bed. The night came back to her in fragments. The bar, Axel, drinking too much and her own personal hero saving the day. She inwardly cringed at her behaviour.

“I hope you’re not planning a repeat performance,” Deacon said, “my poor ego couldn’t take it”.

Alexis looked away, blushing and totally embarrassed. Deacon laughed. The sound warmed her already hot body even more. He stared at her face, taking in her features, watching for her response to what he said next.

“How much of last night do you remember Lex?”

She cast her mind back, tried to focus on the past evening through the drunken haze that had descended onto her memory. She was not sure how, but the fogginess slowly started receding. She closed her eyes and watched the events of the night unfold, but without the interference of the alcohol’s effect. Come to think of it, she had no unpleasant consequences from her wild behaviour the evening prior. She shook her head, tested her limbs and as if totally on cue, her stomach grumbled. She was not hungover. She turned her body to Deacon, eyes still shut, running through the moments, seeing details she had previously missed. She watched as though she was watching a scene unfold in front of her. She saw Axel’s mocking movements to taunt the guys in the bar. She overheard her regular’s animated call – he had called Deacon! She noticed herself getting more and more inebriated while Axel stayed relatively sober. She even noticed the way he had tripped her to fall into his arms by placing a boot between her feet as she tried to stand. She stilled suddenly as she finally reached the culmination of her memories and remembered how the night had ended. She looked straight into Deacons eyes and watched his eyes shift from blue to gold. Her heart raced as the implications hit her again. He was her mate; he was her chosen partner, and he was a werewolf.

Deacon watched her, watched the realizations hit and waited for her response. He was patient but hopeful - his usual confidence far from sight. He looked almost boyish in his insecurity and she could see the young teen he must once have been.

In that moment, Alexis saw his vulnerability and the fear that she would reject him, and she knew the only way to set his mind at ease would be to show him how she felt. She leaned towards him, touched her lips to his and kissed him deeply. She felt a smile tug on his mouth as he kissed her back, glad she had chosen to show rather than tell him how she felt. His hands travelled her body, touching her gently, using his warm hands to caress her back, her side, her thighs. She returned the favour, touching her hands to his hardened chest, stroking them down towards his hips. She paused, waiting for him to lead them further. He sensed her willingness to please and placed her hands on his now engorged member. Alexis gripped him hard, feeling the swell of his need. She wanted to show him that she belonged to him and that he in turn belonged to her too. Before he could protest, she had lowered herself to taste the essence of him. She licked her lips slowly, looking up at him and savouring the look on his face. She slowly ran her tongue over his head, never breaking eye contact. He groaned with pleasure and bucked. Alexis took the opportunity to suck him deeply into her warm, wet mouth and he moaned and sighed. Alexis continued her assault on him, her movements provoking him and moving him closer and closer to the edge. She felt his body tense with every motion of her mouth and tongue and she languished in the idea that she could provide pleasure to this perfect man.

Deacon grabbed her suddenly, lifted her up to push his arms under her and pushed her down onto her back. He held himself up over her, poised right above her, a vision of pure strength. He was teasing her, rubbing himself softly against her sensitivity and making her want him even more. She pushed up against him, excited to feel him inside of her. He took one look at the aching need playing across her face and with a strong thrust claimed her for himself. Alexis gasped as he filled her, deep and hard. Deacon growled a throaty and beastly sound. He rocked into her, his arms supporting him just above her, as though he feared the pressure of his body would hurt her. Alexis pulled his body down on top of her and felt their bodies meld together. He pushed and pulled into and out of her slowly, teasing her, wanting her to beg for more. She clung to him, gasping for breath. They moved as one, building and climbing. She felt as though she had never lived until that moment. He set their pace and she followed him as the ecstasy built, higher and higher, until they both lay sated in each other’s arms, slick with sweat and heat radiating around them.

Alexis smiled lazily at Deacon. She could get used to this. She closed her eyes and drifted to sleep again in the warmth and safety of his arms.