My life

Surprised

MICA'S POV

I pulled her into the bed and held her there, skin against skin, my body curved around hers like a shield. She was warm too warm and trembling, not from fear but from how overwhelmed her body felt. I knew what the heat was doing to her. I also knew exactly where my line was.

Nothing would happen unless she chose it.

I kept my touch slow and deliberate, grounding circles drawn into her back, my breath steady against her shoulder. I wanted her to feel anchored. Present. Safe enough to want without pressure. She relaxed into me inch by inch, her breathing finding my rhythm.

Then she lifted her head and looked at me.

There was no confusion in her eyes. No panic. Only intent bright, fierce, and certain. When her fingers touched my jaw, it felt like a spark lit under my skin. When she kissed me, it wasn't tentative. It was a decision.

I answered her, not rushing, not taking meeting her where she stood. When her hands slid into my hair and tightened, my control snapped tight, not breaking, but locking in. My wolf surged forward, recognizing the claim she was offering.

I shifted above her, bracing my weight so she could move if she wanted. I stopped everything.

"Look at me," I said quietly.

She did. Her eyes were luminous, threaded with something wild and unmistakable.

"Are you sure?" I asked. Not as a test. As a promise that her answer mattered.

"Yes," she said, steady. "Please."

That was consent. Clear. Chosen.

I stayed slow intentionally slow letting the moment stretch until the air felt charged. I kissed her like she was sacred, like the act itself was a vow. When she pressed into me, asking without words, I gave her more not with force, but with authority and care.

I stayed with her through every breath. Every tremor. When her body responded, I felt it like a current, and I held her there, grounding, guiding, never letting the moment tip into something she wasn't ready to carry.

"Easy," I murmured against her ear. "I've got you."

When she cried my name, it wasn't pain it was release. I wrapped around her, solid and unyielding, until the tension broke and left only quiet in its wake.

I didn't leave her then. I didn't move away.

I stayed.

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GENEVIEVE'S POV

His touch had been calming me for hours, but at some point it became something else.

Want clean and certain.

I wanted him not because of the heat, not because my body demanded it, but because he made me feel strong enough to choose. I kissed him before doubt could catch up, before fear could tell me I didn't deserve this.

He didn't take over. He met me.

When he moved above me, it wasn't trapping it was claiming space while giving me room to breathe. When he asked if I was sure, something inside me settled. No one had ever waited for my answer before.

"Yes," I said. "Please."

He stayed present, every touch intentional, every pause protective. It felt powerful to be wanted without being rushed. When sensation built too high to hold, he stayed with me, steady and sure, whispering my name like it meant something.

When it ended, I didn't feel emptied.

I felt chosen.

He held me afterward, strong and unmovable, like a promise made without words. And for the first time, rest found me easily because I knew he would still be there when I woke.