by Delta James
“What has you fretting, cushla macree?” he asked as he removed his shirt and sat on the edge of their bed.
His need to knot and tie her was all-consuming. It was taking every ounce of his self-control to suppress the alpha knot that wanted to form and ravage her in his haste to make use of the night before them. He had seen to her marking. Now his most pressing imperative was to knot her, flooding her womb with his seed and tying her to him for the next several hours.
He knew his claiming of her and taking of her maidenhead had not been as gentle as it might have been, but her behavior had been provocative all day and he needed to establish his dominance. He might have been more concerned had she not seemed to have taken great pleasure in their first joining and even offered him her throat. He planned to be more gentle in her first knotting, if her behavior would allow it. But with a battle in the offing, he would get her knotted and marked this night.
“As you’ve pointed out to me numerous times since I got here, I had never been with a man... at least not until I arrived in Dundalk, and I don’t know you very well,” she said nervously.
“You know me well enough now. Come here to me. Arielle,” he said, beckoning her with his fingers.
She hesitated before approaching him. He reached for her hand and drew her into his lap.
“Haven’t you found pleasure at my hands?”
“Not always, my lord.”
He chuckled. “True enough, but have you been a naughty mate since you left me in the great hall?”
She smiled shyly. “No, but you are the only man who has ever seen me naked, or touched me the way you have...”
“I was aware of that, before I breached your maidenhead. But you cannot deny you enjoyed my claiming. As I recall, you have come for me each time I have sought to give you pleasure.”
“Yes, but everyone says that it’s even more painful to be knotted than to lose your virginity or be marked by an alpha.”
She said the last gently fingering his mark. He rubbed her back and the inside of her thigh as he nodded.
“It’s true that my taking the gift of your maidenhead caused you some pain, but not nearly as much as the pleasure that came after. As for knotting, like our first joining, the initial breach will be painful, but we shall share such exquisite ecstasy during the knot, and my seed will bathe your womb and perhaps take root during the tie. But I will leave you with nothing but sweet memories to sustain you while I am gone, Arielle of Dundalk.”
“Take me with you,” she pleaded.
“Nay, lass. Your place is here at Dundalk. But I warn you that this afternoon had best be the last time you ever leave Castle Dundalk without my permission. Nor do you run off in a fit of temper or refuse to do as you’re told. If it ever happens again, I’ll welt that pretty derriere of yours before I use your bottom hole for my pleasure. Understand?”
* * *
“You wouldn’t,” she said, shocked.
Surely he couldn’t mean to fit the hard length she felt beneath her in her forbidden passage. She had doubted her feminine sheath could accommodate his great size, but now knew that it would. Arielle understood what was expected of the mate to the alpha, that they had tremendous libidos and that their mates were expected to allow them to knot and tie them on a regular basis. But she had never heard anyone speak of a mate using their bottom hole for his pleasure. It was said that to be knotted was to experience great pain and pleasure in an alpha’s bed, but that alphas had the ability to suppress the knot if they chose. Sitting on his lap, she could feel the knot rapidly forming.
Ruari chuckled. “I would.”
She could feel herself blushing. “It won’t fit.”
He nuzzled her neck and slipped his hand between her legs, nudging them apart to give him better access.
“It will and you will learn to accept pleasure in that hole as well. There are many ways fated wolves can find ecstasy in each other, and you will learn to accommodate my need for them all.”
Ruari continued to tease and touch her, working his way up to the swollen gem that seemed to initiate her desire for him. Her nipples beaded and she felt herself growing damp. The thought of being beneath Ruari and having him possess her in the way he had when he chased her down and laid claim to her was arousing in the extreme. But she feared being breached by his knot and being tied to him for hours. If nothing else, what would they talk about? For that matter would they talk at all?
The now familiar feeling of heated rapture began overtaking her body. As if he could sense her concern, the low rumbling from Ruari reached out and surrounded her in its warmth and passion. The gown Bridget had given her was sheer gossamer and only enhanced the sensual feelings that permeated her being. She could feel Ruari’s hard shaft beneath her and the growing knot.
“Don’t most alphas wait until they take their mate into seclusion before knotting them?”
“They do. And had I the time, I would have waited a bit before I did so, but I sail to battle on the morning tide, and I will see you knotted and tied to me before I leave. Can you not feel the strength and size of the knot that grows beneath you?”
“I’m already sore from your claiming...”
Arielle was startled as Ruari stood with her in his arms and kissed her fervently. She felt the intensity of his passion as his tongue enticed hers and mimicked the way he had used his staff, plunging in and out of her sheath until she had screamed in primal and extraordinary carnal bliss. Setting her on her feet, his hands caressed her back as they moved from her waist down her hips to cup her tender globes. He pulled her close and rubbed his hard length against her mons. Winding her arms around his neck, she growled softly, urging him on.
Ruari brought his hands up to the neck of her gown and then ripped downward, stripping the thin material away. Instead of frightening her, his increasingly rampant lust reassured her and released a hedonistic creature that she had only seem glimpses of in the past. She reached for the fly of his breeches, opening it and allowing his cock with its enormous knot to spring free. It was the first time she had been confronted by it when she could actually see it. Emboldened, she reached out to touch him, resulting in his growling at her in unrestrained hunger and need.
Once again, he swung her up into his arms and latched onto a nipple, sucking it as he knelt on their bed and laid her on her back. Instead of following her down, he traced a line from her belly to her wet heat, growling seductively as he did so. He cupped the juncture of her legs before yanking his breeches past his powerful flanks. He sat down and removed the rest of his clothes, rendering him as naked as she.
Slipping into the sheets beside her, Arielle felt no concern. Her body was soft and compliant to his touch. His body molded perfectly to hers and she thrilled at the feel of his hard length pressed next to her. His cock nudged at the apex of her legs seeking entrance to the place Ruari had claimed as forever his. He cupped her head in one hand and her butt cheek in the other. He pulled her into his embrace and kissed her deeply, igniting a fiery passion of her own.
Ruari drew his hand from her neck to the fullness of her breast and squeezed it gently. Arielle moaned in appreciation. Ruari lowered his head to take her nipple in his mouth. She cradled his head in her hands and arched her back, pushing herself deeper into his mouth. He suckled harder before rasping her pebbled peak with the tip of his tongue and nipping it. The juxtaposition of pleasure and pain caught her unaware and she felt her body constrict in a climax that caught her by surprise.
Ruari ran his hand down between her legs. He stopped for a moment to rub her clit. Arielle’s hips undulated in the rhythm she had learned from him when he had claimed her virginity. Ruari growled seductively and released the nipple on which he had been suckling and transferred his attention to the other. His hand moved down to test her level of arousal. Arielle was very, very wet and the tissue around the entrance to her core was swollen. She could feel her heart beating more rapidly as her breathing became shallow and less rhythmic. Muscles sh
e had never used, or even known existed, began to tremble in response to Ruari’s increased fondling. He pressed two fingers into her wet channel. Arielle’s toes curled and her entire body shivered as her pussy clamped down on his fingers and she came calling his name quietly.
“Yes, cushla macree?” he said teasingly and gazing into her eyes as he continued pumping her pussy.
Arielle growled in frustration. Yes, she had succumbed to him and climaxed, but her body wanted and needed his full and dominant possession.
“I fear my once virginal mate is no longer completely sated by my fingers. Would you prefer your mate’s cock to his fingers?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Please?”
“I’m not sure you’re ready for me.”
“Yes, I am,” she demanded.
He removed his fingers from her core and swatted between her legs with more than a bit of sting. She recoiled from the swat momentarily before involuntarily pushing her mons back against the palm of his hand.
“Ow, Ruari, that hurts.”
“Good. I would suggest that you remember that the next time you think to demand instead of ask. Now, would you prefer I go back to fingering you, or does your pussy need the same treatment your bottom does when you misbehave?”
She started to growl but ameliorated it into something that vaguely resembled a sigh.
“Please, Ruari, don’t spank me there. I’ll behave, it’s just I want you. I need to feel you fill me up, to stroke me so that all that exists is you and me. Please don’t keep me waiting and don’t make me beg.”
He nuzzled her and smiled at her once more, taking her nipple back into his mouth. He sucked hard and she cradled his head. His hand stole down her body and played again with her clit; she moved in concert with his fondling. As her breathing quickened, he moved from swirling his fingers around her clit to pressing his thumb against it and slipping his fingers back within her pussy. Arielle spread her legs widely and tilted her pelvis in invitation for him to take her in the way only a male alpha wolf could.
“There’s my good mate,” he crooned. “Look at me, Arielle.”
She opened her eyes and held his gaze.
“Who am I?”
“My lord and master,” she said with a sigh.
Ruari smiled, pleased with her response. He moved down her body stopping to kiss, lick, and suck as he did so. He was in no rush and spent considerable time teasing her nipples so that they were both so distended, they bordered on painful. When he’d exacted the amount of frustration and need he wanted from his suckling, he moved further down until finally, he had his head between her legs. Arielle was unprepared when he nuzzled her clit and she once again moved her hips. He swirled his tongue around it and then sucked her swollen nub into his mouth where he nipped and suckled. Arielle gasped in pleasured surprise as the desire inside her heated sheath increased dramatically.
Her hips moved with more strength and speed as she pushed herself against his face. Ruari responded by using his tongue as he had his fingers and plunged it in and out of her. She bucked wildly against his onslaught. Her body stiffened in anticipation, and she began to breathe faster and more shallowly, terrified of the amount of unexpected pleasure this new method of exquisite torture was exacting. Arielle was embarrassed that he could undo her to this extent so quickly and easily. She felt herself rushing again to the edge of the abyss. Before she could do anything to stop it, she felt herself tumbling over the edge.
Ruari raised up and growled appreciatively as he kissed his way back up her body. As he did, he dragged two fingers up the inside of her thigh until he could slip his fingers back into her channel and slowly moved them back and forth as his thumb pressed against her clit. Her body once again ascended to its peak and he settled himself between her legs. He brought both of his hands up to take a firm hold of her hips.
Sensing he meant to breach her with his knot, she stiffened in anticipation of the pain.
“It will be all right, Arielle,” he said in a soothingly seductive voice. “Try to relax, cushla macree. It will only hurt for a moment. Give yourself to me. Accept the gift of my knot and the unbound pleasure it will give you.”
Ruari’s mouth descended onto hers, capturing it as he surged forward powerfully, growling low and deep within his throat. She only vaguely felt her body try to deny his entrance as the strength of his thrust ensured that his knot was forced up inside her. Arielle inhaled sharply from the pain as her pussy tightened around the knot that stretched her. She had known that for them to experience the intimacy and sensuality of the knot and resulting tie, she would experience pain at his hands.
He held her tight and stilled within her. She could feel her channel clamp down on him in response to his invasion as he kissed her and murmured words of love and encouragement to her. She let herself begin to relax as her pussy accommodated his knot. She quit struggling but was unsure of what would come next.
“That’s the worst of it, sweetheart. It will be all right. I promise the pleasure that is about to begin will obliterate all thoughts of your discomfort.”
Slowly, but surely, she felt the pull of her sheath drawing him forward and down into the floor of her core. She watched his face as he recognized that he was no longer the source of any pain for her. That recognition caused him to grin as he saw wonder dawn as the knot began to swell and lock her body to his.
“Oh, my God,” she sighed in pleasure. She looked into his eyes and could see the love and desire she had for him reflected back. She wound her arms around his neck and raised the upper portion of her body to his to kiss him and rub her hardened nipples against his chest.
He emitted a sound that was part chuckle, part growl, and all alpha male wolf. She had fretted only momentarily that her wanton response to his possession would be offensive to him. The waves of sated lust that washed over her only heightened her sense of rapture. The thought that she would enjoy being knotted by Ruari on a frequent basis flashed through her mind. He gathered her close and then stretched her back down in their bed. He rolled his hips in the ancient rhythm of love. Sealed to her as he was, the movement was more of a rocking nature than a true stroking.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as she gave herself over to his passion. Over and over her body convulsed as she climaxed repeatedly, digging her nails into his back. She called his name as her pussy spasmed all along his length and its knot. Ruari growled and groaned as his rocking became more frenzied; she could feel the muscles at the base of his penis begin to contract as a torrent of cum rolled up from his balls and through the knot as it targeted the back wall of her core. It felt as though he spurted it in great ropes bathing her entire sheath. Her body arched and molded to him and she cried out for him, lost in her own desire. His cock continued to pump his seed deep into her body. Finally, he had emptied himself in her and was still.
He settled himself on top of her and kissed her gently. “Are you all right, cushla macree?”
She gazed up at him lovingly and nodded. “I’m not sure anything has ever felt as right as this. I have begun to understand why it is that she-wolves put up with alpha males.”
He smiled, enjoying her response. “This is the most sensual and intimate act you will ever experience. And given your response, I do not think it will be difficult for me to convince you to take my knot on a very regular basis.”
She smiled and nodded as she kissed him passionately and wound her legs with his... in essence locking him to her as surely as his engorged and sealed knot bound her to him. Ruari ensured that she felt safe and loved wrapped in his intimate embrace and they shared the stories of their childhoods, which were in diametric contrast to one another.
Chapter Nine
Ruari lay on his back with Arielle nestled under his shoulder at his side. She slept, happy and sated. Her response to being knotted and tied to him had surpassed any and all expectations or fantasies he might ever have had. They had spent the majority of the tie with Arielle atop him as he had stroked her
body idly fondling her and gently fingering her back entrance. She had offered him a bit of resistance at first, but a quick swat to her exposed derriere reduced her growl to a grumble, and she had acquiesced and accepted.
He smiled and felt his cock begin to become rigid again. What she had no reticence about was the number of times he had reached for her and parted her legs as he rolled on top of her. Ruari found it took very little foreplay to bring his once virginal mate to a state of readiness to be mounted. The more often he did, the quicker, harder, and more frequently she came. He made a mental note to have a tub drawn for her when she was ready to rise. She would be sore from his repeated use, but he had been driven by forces beyond his control to seed her womb as many times as he could. A she-wolf without a child in her arms or a baby in her womb was far more vulnerable to being claimed against her will than not. He grinned and chided himself; he might offer that argument to Arielle or others, but the fact was she had pleased him in a far more profound way than any other.
It was still dark, but he knew dawn would soon begin to creep over the horizon. His cock was now completely erect and had begun to throb in anticipation of mounting her again. Ruari eased himself from underneath her and placed a pillow under her hips as he rolled her to her belly. He reached between her legs and stroked her from clit to slit with one hand while he reached under her to roll and pinch her nipples between his fingers. He was no longer sure the slick he felt when he dipped his fingers into her wet heat was solely her response or was combined with that of his own. It really didn’t matter as it was enough for him to mount her easily.
“Ruari?” she asked sleepily.
“Aye, lass. I’d best be the only wolf seeing to your wanton streak,” he teased her, nuzzling her neck.
“So far, but you’d better take me with you or else I might just have Bridget line them up outside our door...”