Arranged Bonds

Chapter 9: Is it all a Dream?

I'm not sure how many times I was sedated, but I know that Beatrix never stepped foot in my den. Rose was there sometimes and Senna came by when she was up to it.

It hasn't been long since my heat started, but the sedation isn't working so much anymore. I try to wrap my strength around me, but only the strength of my mate can help me in this time.

It is on the third night that I feel him, but maybe I'm just dreaming. His touch is so soothing. It runs a path down my naked back. The searing pain starts to cease, but only just.

"Are you still in pain, Little bird?" His voice is in my ear, not angry, just concerned. Am I imagining this? Is this real?

"Don't be nice to me. I don't think I could bear it." My words are whispered into the air. His power wraps around me again. I feel a slight ease in my muscles.

"I won't." His quiet answer is pressed to my spine. Why is he being like this? He's usually so rough, so cold, unfeeling.

"Are you really here?" His hands are pulling down the new comforter, the one with only my scent in it now.

He isn't answering me, but in the back of my head I know he's only here to produce an heir to his lineage.

He's gentle now, raising my hips, kissing my spine, the back of my neck, my cheek. He's giving me the things I've wanted this past month. He must be rooting through my thoughts. He must be invading my private wants and desires.

"Mmmhhhhh." I'm moaning out my pleasure as his skillful hand runs between my legs. He's still gentle as he pushes a finger into my wetness, his thumb rubbing my clít with mind numbing intent.

"Don't hold back on me, Little bird." He's whispering his words into my skin and I let out a wail of need.

"Need... inside..." I'm past any embarrassment I might feel.

"What do you need?" He's teasing me now, something he's never done. He's always so intense.

I want to see his eyes. I can feel the pain of my heat, the ache in my jaw.

"Nox..." I mewl his name against my will, my mind reacting to it's heated state.

His had freezes its delightful ministrations and suddenly I'm on my back, staring into his gorgeous silver eyes.
His face has a few days worth of growth and his hair is tied back, his neck in clear view. I'm licking my lips, my canines protruding to puncture them.

He doesn't seem angry at me, only surprised and disoriented. I can tell he is fighting his nature, and so am I.

My face is in the crook of his neck, sniffing his scent. I wrap my arms around him for the first time, rubbing my large breasts into his chest, trying to make the searing burn across my flesh dissipate.

His hands are on my hips rubbing into them, groaning as I lick a path to the perfect spot, but he pulls away just as my canines find purchase.

"No!" I'm crying and he looks distressed. He's staring into my blue eyes like he is the one with the searing pain, like he is the one with the aching jaw.

My hands are grasping at his hair, pulling harshly like he does with mine. I'm trying to hurt him like he's hurting me, but I know he can feel my emotions running into his skin, into his mind, such is the way with our one sided bond.

He lets me do as I please now, let's me take charge for the first time. He let's me push him down and mount him.

I can tell he wants me too. The scent of his female in heat is driving him crazy, but he reins it in. His eyes are switching from silver to black as I slide my wet heat against his stone hard cöck. My insides clench in anticipation as his hands slide up to pinch my nipples, showing me that he is the stronger wolf, that he can turn the tables at any time.

I'm biting my lip, my canines bringing blood to it's surface as I take him into me one inch at a time. We are both groaning. My once searing skin is now in a state of numbing pleasure as I pull up and continue to ride him. He won't let me near his neck, so I lean down to pull his nipple into my mouth, biting down.

"Fuck!" He groans and twitches inside me. I'm sucking and licking his chest, nuzzling my head into the soft down of the hair there.

He is thrusting into me from below now. I realize that I hadn't been taking his full length when he grabs my hips and drags me the rest of the way down. My püssy accepts him and I'm crying out again. I want the whole pack to hear this. I want that bítch Beatrix to hear this, to know that even without my mark he is mine.

"Please..." My singed mind has resorted to begging now, but he knows what I need. He's cupping my cheek, staring into my eyes as he circles his hips. "AH!" I'm screaming as I burst around him, twitching and moaning into his neck as he spurts inside me. I take that moment, the only moment he's off guard, to sink my teeth deep inside and let my being start to wrap it's way around him.