Warlord's Ward

Not Him

I nibbled along his throat. Knowing that if I wanted to, I could've torn it out. He was entirely vulnerable to me in that moment. Naked, exposed and ball deep in my core.

I entirely possessed him. Just as much as he did, me.

"Yes!" He growled primally. Agreeing that he was what I decreed.

The great Warlord.

Mine.

Mine to give pleasure, mine to harm.

Though I would never do so, the fact that I could get close enough to, reminded me of how intimate the act we did just now was.

How connected we are.

Then we both erupted. I hooked my legs over his hips. Digging my heels into the backs of his thighs just as he slapped the wall next to me. Raking it with wolf claws as he fought for control of his wild body.

Together we slid to the floor.

Spent.

Or so I thought.

He barely paused to catch his breath. Before rolling me onto all fours and mounting me from behind. His chest was against my back. His legs framing mine as he found me again. Thrusting his body in and out of mine.

"Killian!"

Again?

So soon?

"I'm not nearly done with you, Mate." He said in a rough tone. Promising there'd be more.

Much more.

He was a machine. Thrusting until I spiralled into the stratosphere again.

Then turning me over and folding my legs up to my shoulders. By now I was covered in a sheen of sweat and desperate for rest.

"I'm sorry, Love. But I can't stop. Feel me."

I did. He was like a bit of iron.

Each time he came, it did nothing to sate his need.

He was purely an animal tonight.

"When you agreed to be my mate. You agreed to be mine beneath the Mating Moon. Every other night will be yours to command. I vow it. But not this night." He shook his head solemnly. Blue eyes glinting animalistically as he entered me again.

So deeply against my core that I was certain he had to be probing my womb.

I clawed at the floor wanting to move. I didn't know whether it was in the desire to meet his thrusts to free my own creature. Or if it was to escape that probing bit of flesh and retreat long enough to catch my breath.

But either way, he'd not allow it.

His arms locked outside my calves as he pumped up and down. Delving in then nearly retreating from me. Letting my channel close behind him before he inserted again, stretching me to the point of destruction.

His mouth dropped to mine, and he kissed me with the same violence that he took me with.

Soon he'd come again.

And when he collapsed sideways to the floor. Chest heaving as he tried to breathe. I took the moment to slide from beneath him. Feeling the power of the Pink Moon taking me over I lowered to the floor in a crouch. My fur surrounding my eyes and coating over my back. My fingers changing to the curled paws of a wolf as I hunkered behind a table.

He lifted his head. Eyes flashing with interest.

"Do you know," He rose onto his knees. "That as the beast, you smell even sweeter."

"Do you hear them?"

"There was yipping and whining beyond the door."

I bobbed my head to indicate I did.

"They're all hungry for you. Catching the merest whiff of you is driving them mad."

My eyes darted to the door. Wondering if they'd risk trying to come in and get me.

In that short moment I wasn't attentive, he'd launched across the room and caught my scruff in a fist pulling me to him as he worked behind me.

It didn't hurt but no amount of struggling allowed me to escape his grip.

He had me.

***

Still gripping my scruff, he leaned over to pat my shoulder with one hand. Murmuring near my ear on the other side. "Despite what you may be thinking, Jade. I am trying to control my urges. Poorly, I admit. But I've desired you day after day, with all those other creatures around. Unable to drag you to me, as I wished to do. Now I find, I can hardly stop."

"But I will make you a deal. Because you are my mate and no captive. I will open that door for you, if you wish it. And you may go out and find a mate of your own choosing. Despite that you've marked me. I'll forgive you..."

There was such kindness in the words that sounded so painful from his lips.

Though he behaved as a brute tonight. Treating my body as his property more than a delicious bonus to all that we had, I found myself craving him again. And he was offering me something honorable.

The right to choose.

He released my fur and walked naked to the door.

His lean hips moving with each step. Flexing his hard backside and the narrow lines moving up to where they formed a 'v' into his powerful shoulders. Well-defined from so many days in the Training Garden.

He was pure desire.

And I wanted him again.

But I was already, deeply sore. Just shifting my position caused an ache deep inside me. And pinching pains against my core where some bit of skin was brutalized.

He tossed open the door and there were eager howls and the shuffling step of wolves eager to come in. Though none dared.

Not into the hut of the King of Alphas. I'd heard them whispering it.

I looked up at him. Seeing his unreadable features and the fierce strength he exuded, I knew it was fitting.

I crept to the door on quiet paws. Looking out and seeing the yellow eyes greedily waiting for me to step just beyond the threshold. Many were hopping up on their hindlegs. Landing over each other as they scrambled to be closest to the door when I emerged.

There were many fine males out there.

Many that might be kinder.

Might be gentler.

I twisted my head and looked up at the man still holding the door. Staring down at me.

But none would be him.