Moon of Misfortunes

33*

After eating, Rubio clears the dishes while I help tidy up the kitchen. The domesticity of it feels oddly comforting, grounding us in this new phase of our lives together. I smile to myself, imagining Rubio and I living together here.

He prepares tea for us, and I settle down in front of the fireplace. Rubio carefully sets the mugs on the mantle before flicking on the electronic fireplace. He joins me, handing me a warm mug, and we sit close together on the rug in front of the crackling flames. The soft glow of the fire dances across his face, casting shadows that highlight his rugged features.

As we settle with our mugs of tea, I lean against him, feeling a sense of peace wash over me. The day's tensions melt away in the warmth of the fire and the comfort of his presence. I take a sip of the fragrant tea, its soothing warmth spreading through me.

We sit in comfortable silence, content to watch the flames dance and crackle. The soft sound of the fire is a backdrop to our quiet thoughts and shared moments. Rubio finishes his tea first, setting the mug down on the end table with a soft clink. I follow suit, gently placing my empty mug beside his.

"Thank you for bringing me here," I say softly, looking up at him.

"Thank you for being here," he replies, his arm wrapping around me. "This place is ours now. We can make it whatever we want."

"I wouldn't change a thing about this place. It's perfect," I smile, nestling my head against his shoulder. "The packhouse, on the other hand..."

"The packhouse wasn't that ugly when I left it," he chuckles softly in agreement, his arm tightening around me.

I steal a glance at him. His smile is infectious, lighting up his face in a way that makes my heart skip a beat. Taking a moment to appreciate his features, I notice a few unruly curls escaping from his otherwise well-kept hairstyle. The stubble on his jaw is perfectly groomed, framing his lips that curve into a knowing smirk as he catches me staring. My thoughts begin to race.

"What are you thinking about, Adaline," he asks, his voice deepening. 

"I was thinking about what it will be like now that we are mates," I admit, a little embarrassed. Rubio raises an eyebrow, his gaze intensifying. 

"Is that so?" His voice is low and gravelly, sending a shiver down my spine.

I chuckle nervously, feeling his warm breath on my cheek as he leans closer. His fingers gently tilt my chin up, guiding my gaze to meet his. 

"Tell me how you think it will be," he urges. 

His honey-brown eyes search mine with an intensity that makes my heart race even faster. I swallow, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and desire. 

"I... Uh, good," I rush out, causing him to throw his head back and laugh. I grin at him. 

"That's the best you got," he continues to laugh. "Just 'good'? I was hoping I would get more than just a good." 

I smirk at him teasingly. "Maybe that big ego of yours needs to get taken down a bit." 

"I could have a bigger ego," he rolls his eyes at my comment while still wearing a lazily smirk. "But it's not the only big thing that needs to get taken down here." 

My eyes narrow at him for a second, challenging him. 

"Big," I questionly tease, raising a brow.

He growls lightly before smashing his lips to mine. The sparks almost make me dizzy at their intensity. Our kiss intensifies. I crawl onto his lap, straddling him. He wraps his arms around my waist to help steady me.

I grind against him a few times before pushing on his chest to lower him flat onto the floor. He obliges, falling onto his elbows. I pull away from him, my lips swollen. I trace my fingertips down his chest to his lower stomach. Even clothed, the dull sparks zap against me. He groans, rolling his hips up to grind his erection into me.

I snake my hands under the hem of his shirt, tracing my fingers against his bare skin. I scoot down his legs as unbutton his pants. Tugging down his pants, his cock springs free. I look up, meeting his intense gaze. I lock my eyes onto his as I sink down below his cock.

My hand wraps around him, the tips of my nails almost touching. Slowly, I lick the tip, causing his cock to strains against my tongue. I smirk up at him before taking him into my mouth.

One of his hands darts out, gathering up my hair into a fist. He groans as he watches my head bob quickly. He tosses his head back as he moans, encouraging take as much of him into my throat.

He thrusts up, making me gag a few times before I pull away. There are a few strings of spit hang between us for a second. He lets go of my hair, causing it to fall around me.

"Not big, huh," he teases as I pant. I roll my eyes at him.

"You're ridiculous," I say, my voice breathy.

I move to straddle him. I reach down between us to push my shorts and panties to the slide as I line him up.

"Someone's impatient, per usual," he grins up at me. "I guess you- oh, fuck"

I sink fully onto him, cutting him off. He feels better than I remember. I frantically start riding him. He growls lowly as he watches me. After a minute, he loops an arm around me and flips me onto my back.

He pulls out of me. He kicks his pants off the rest of the way. His hands grab either side of my waistband, yanking my shorts and panties off in one swift motion. He tosses them behind him before swiftly sinking back into me. I moan as he crawls over me.

I can't stop my nails from frantically clawing his back as he plows into me. His lips dip down to my ear. He slows his thrusts down as he talks.

"I want to mark you tonight as I cum deep in your cunt," he groans out. "Is that okay?"

I nod frantically.

"Words, Adaline," he requests firmly.

"I want it. All of it," I rush out. "Please."

He grunts as he picks up his pace, it becoming brutal. He reaches between us to rub my clit. My eyes roll back as I feel my orgasm build up. My legs start shaking as I near my orgasm. I feel his canines elongate against my collarbone.

"Good girl," he affirms, causing my orgasm to crash around him. My walls pulse around his cock as I moan.

"Fuck, that's so good," he says roughly.

His canines pierces my skin as he bites down, marking me. The pain sends a pleasurable shiver down my spine as it intensifies my orgasm. He pulls away. My orgasm is so strong it almost blinds me.

His thrusts getting sloppy as he nears his climax. I smirk as I come back down to reality. He groans as he finishes, seated deep in me.

I wrench myself up to his neck as my canines grow. I bite onto the crook of his neck hard. He roars, pumping into me deeper a few times. I release my teeth from him.

He sits back onto his knees, his cock softly pulling out of me. I feel his cum leak out. His eyes are fully black, looking at his mark on my neck. He smirks.

"I love seeing my freshly fucked mate wearing my mark. It's so fucking sexy," he says, his voice extremely deep and gravelly.

"You're telling me," I reply, my words coming out in huffs.

"Do you want to continue this upstairs," he grins.

"Only if you carry me up," I smile back.

"Of course," he confirms, sinking down to kiss me passionately. "I'll do anything you ask."