Steps have been taken, slowly and surely. Some have been a little too wobbly, a little too painful, and others have been dead on, sturdy and strong.
We're taking an even bigger step today.
My feet stand sturdy as I wait for Graham.
Gem is by my side. She's almost due now. The baby is a healthy and strong boy, the next heir and she couldn't be prouder, neither could I. She's the reason I'm getting this today. The mistake I made with her has given me the chance to make it work with Graham, to have this ceremony.
My parents are standing behind me. It took Graham this long to get my father's blessing. He really had to prove himself.
I know in our relationship that I should be the one walking naked down this path, but I'm the Aloha, an Alpha doesn't do that.
I know that I will be receiving a punishment for asking Graham to relinquish this try one of control in front of the whole pack, but I will gladly take it.
I hear Gem's laughter as she spots Graham. I can hear the way my mother is silently laughing behind us.
I raise my eyes, finding him immediately, except he's not fully bare.
He's wearing a tattered and ripped lace robe, it's way too small for him, but I can feel his pride in wearing it.
I want to laugh along with the others, but I can't. I'm too far gone in this moment, too happy to see him coming down the aisle almost fully naked. I want to be mad at him. I want to be angry that he isn't fully bare, but I can't.
I take his hand when he makes it closer, trying to keep my eyes from veering downward to his manhood that is hanging between his legs, just waiting on me to get on my knees and warship it, but today and now is not the right time.
My mother and Gem can't stop their giggles and I give Graham a confused look. Even my father is having a hard time keeping it together from the way my male has presented himself.
I link Graham. 'What is going on?'
He's giving me that lopsided smile, his hands tingling at my touch. 'I thought I would make a tradition.' He's looking at my miner with a knowing smile.
"What tradition?" I voice out loud and my mother is losing it.
She points at Graham. "That was what I wore to my bonding ceremony!"
She clutched my father's arm and giggles against his chest, giving him the bedroom eyes and he only looks down to glare at her. My mother must have disrespected my father by wearing this. I can't believe she would be that forward!
Graham has a smile that won't leave his face as he holds out his wrist. It's my parents bonding ribbon. I smile towards my mother. "Thank you." Her blessing means a lot to me.
My father unties the ribbon and we grasp each others' wrists softly, mine palm down, his palm up to show that I am the male, I am the stronger mate.
"I bless this Union, as does the goddess of the moon. I wish you health, good fortune and everlasting love in her name." My father's deep voice reaches even the farthest ears I'm sure.
He starts to tie our wrists together, letting us say our pieces as he does so.
"I wish us health. I wish us good fortune. I wish us everlasting love." Graham says as he looks straight into my eyes.
Mine start to water as I repeat it.
The blocks in our road have only sufficed to make us a stronger match, a stronger pair.
It's not long before everyone is cheering and now it's Graham's turn to dominate, to domineer as he practically drags me into the cabin, slamming it shut.
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My body is sore when I wake up, happy and satiated until I realize that I can't move my arms.
"Graham?" I call out but receive no answer. I can feel him under the sheets, between my legs and I open my eyes to look at my wrists.
Tied
Restrained
Chained
He has each wrist tied to the bed with expert knots. My kinky boy has many tricks up his sleeve that have yet to be revealed apparently.
"What are you doing? Why do you have me tied up?"
I start to flail my legs when I feel his mouth closing around my morning wood. Sucking and hollowing his cheeks, his tongue swirling along the underside, making my legs shake.
"Graham, let me go... Mmmmm." I'm clenching my hands, I want to wrap them up in his hair. I want to control the way his mouth his swallowing my dick one inch at a time. The alpha in me is growling out at this. This is a different form of control that I'm not sure if I like or hate yet.
I'm just about to cum when he suddenly pulls off, his head peaking out of the covers, his grin making me think he's full of himself, his hair an unruly mess.
I blow the hair from my eyes.
"I just don't think you had enough last night." Lip biting, canines out. He knows how to tease, how to make me want and want until I'm bursting all on my own.
His eyes are completely black, his wildness making him rough as he pushes my legs up and apart, settling himself between them. I hear the line cap opening.
"You woke up before I got to prepare you, but I think your pretty well prepared from last nights activities." Cue bad boy grin that would make your panties drop, if you wear panties.
His lips are on mine and before I know it he has my legs pressed over his shoulders, his wet cock rubbing against mine, rubbing back and back until he's thrust I into my sore anal cavity, making me hiss at the pain, making me pull at my restraints, unable to move even a smidge.
This is real control, this is him dominating me, not letting me have a choice in the way he's pounding, not letting me arch into him, not letting me close my mouth around his neck, my mark.
It's almost freeing the way I can elf go, the way I can let him control everything in this, his pleasure, my pleasure.. It's all running into my system, we've completely opened up to one another, breaking down those blocks long ago, step by step.
My legs are cramping at the uncomfortable position, but the way this angle has him hitting my prostate over and over makes up for it, makes me push through the pain to get to the pleasure at the end of the road.
"Do you like this, huh, Tally cat?" Thrust in, pull all the way out.
"Do you like me fücking your ass?" Roughly plunging back in. I can feel every vein, every ridge as I clench around him.
"Tell me how much you like it." Demanding me.
"I love it. I love you fücking my ass. I don't want you to stop!" My words are broken and raw from my sore throat, but it doesn't matter.
I can feel my orgasm, feel my balls pulling up tight, but Graham isn't having that, I'm not allowed to cum unless he says so.
"Wait for me. We'll cum together." His smile is the best thing I could hope for and I try to hold back, I really do, but it's not long before I'm spasming around his cock, spurts and spurts of cum shooting into my chest in long strings.
He's giving me a glare, pumping his cock faster, harder, ramming me into the bed. I can hear the frame creaking. It sounds like it might break.
"What a bad boy you are, Tally cat, next time you won't get to cum at all then." He growls out before ramming deep, twitching into me, finding his own release as his lips find mine, our tongues twining, but there's no fight, no wrestling match. I'm letting him have the control because it feels so good to not have it for once, to let him make the decisions. It feels so good to not have the pack questioning my every remark, my every move.
The moon goddess may have cursed us, she may have taken away our true mates because of a few unappreciative wolves, but in my head and my heart I know that no matter what he would be mine.
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Hidden Bonds
Lobisomem(Book3) Talon Blackwood has had feelings for his best friend since before he can remember. He can't stop the staring. He can't help the glances and the slow, easy perusals. He can't change the way he is. In love, in love with his best friend ...
