Wolflord: A Dark Shifter Romance

by Delta James

  Arielle writhed and gloried under his skilled mastery. He watched as her breathing changed in intensity and rhythm, her skin flushing and her nipples jutting away from her body. She exploded again, screaming his name as he continued to tongue her. Without giving her any respite, he licked and nibbled his way back up her body. He quickly replaced his tongue with his fingers and stroked her. She moved her hips in nature’s oldest rhythm to match his stroking. He continued to finger her until, yet again, she was on the cusp of coming.

  He drew up the length of her body, resting atop her and parting her thighs with his own. He reached under her and cupped her ass.

  “You are mine, Arielle of Dundalk. I will knot and tie you this morn,” he whispered. “But know this, I will make frequent and hard use of you for the rest of our lives. I will ravage you to my heart, and cock’s, content for as long as I live. I will endeavor to keep you too tired and too sore for you to misbehave in the future.”

  Her body once more came apart as a third powerful orgasm ripped through her. Ruari surged forward, forcing the large knot past the entrance to her sheath and burying himself within her. He stilled himself inside her.

  Ruari remained motionless as her body accommodated him and his knot was pulled forward and down, making her sigh with immense satisfaction. He caught his breath as he began to swell within her, tying her to him. As the knot formed the perfect seal, Arielle’s eyes rolled back in her head and she orgasmed yet again.

  “Ruari,” she said with a mixture of lust and wonder.

  Ruari noted there was no rancor in her voice, only immense carnal bliss. Her legs came up to intertwine with his and she nuzzled and kissed him. He rolled his hips forward, rocking deep within her, filling her sheath with his staff. Her wet heat was the perfect vessel for his seed.

  She came again for him, calling his name and nibbling all along his collarbone. Ruari rocked her repeatedly as he brought her to orgasm after orgasm. Each time, Arielle clung to him, her pussy quivered and pulsed all along his rod. She cried out again and again in sweet surrender and satisfaction. Never did she try to retreat from him or dislodge the knot.

  Finally, Ruari felt the base of his cock contract, drawing up his cum from his balls and shooting through the knot and down his length before flooding her womb with his essence. He had never climaxed as hard, as long, or as much as he did as he continued to bathe her pussy with his seed. Her sheath continued to contract around him, ensuring it got all he had to offer.

  He rolled to his back so that she rested fully on top of him and stroked her back, mostly avoiding the welts that were resolving. Occasionally he traced the last vestiges of the weals with his finger, shushing her when she fussed and soothing her fevered body until her body relaxed completely and she drifted off to sleep in the embrace of the tie.

  After the tie had dissolved, Ruari eased Arielle from his body and spooned against her to sleep. Some hours later as the sun rose, he woke and realized she wasn’t in his arms.

  “Arielle?” he called softly, scanning the room for her.

  He spied her sitting in the corner, on a pillow, clothed only in his shirt with her legs drawn up under her. She glanced up upon hearing her name but refused to hold his eye.

  Ruari swung his legs over the edge of the bed and reached for his breeches, pulling them on. He crossed the room to her and crouched down beside her.

  “What’s wrong, Arielle?” he asked smoothing the hair away from her face.

  “Nothing. Everything. Leave me alone!”

  She tried to stand and get away from him, but barely managed to get to her feet before he caught her hand.

  “That I cannot do. If you are troubled or upset, I can’t help if you won’t tell me what is bothering you.”

  “You! You’re bothering me. Go away,” she said, pushing ineffectively at his chest.

  Ruari scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to the bed, depositing her gently under the covers. He sat down on the edge so that she couldn’t easily throw the blankets off.

  “Tell me what’s wrong, Ari.” This time, he wasn’t asking, he was ordering.

  “I won’t, and you can’t make me!”

  He laughed. “We both know better. You either share with me what has you upset, or you can get your bottom spanked until you do.”

  “No,” she wailed.

  Ruari was at a loss. His mate was in true distress, she seemed unwilling to tell him the source of her upset and was blatantly disobeying him by not answering him. Not knowing what else to do, he growled.

  “Arielle, either you tell me what has you in such a state or you will find yourself face down over my knee until you are convinced that you will obey me when I give you an order and answer my question.”

  She reached across to the other side of the bed and tried to fling back the bedding. Ruari slapped his hand down on top of the covers before she could do so, effectively trapping her.

  Deciding to change tactics, he threw off the bedding. Before she could react, he pulled her down in the bed and straddled her. Looming over her, he grasped each of her thighs in one of his hands, spreading her legs wide and positioning himself between them. He leaned down, using his body weight to pin her beneath him on her back.

  He growled at her seductively as he held her head in place and devoured her mouth with his own. He reached between them and freed the opening to his breeches. He purred at her as his cock sprang free and began probing for the opening to her core. Ruari slid his fingers into her sheath, fluttering them inside her as he did so. He smiled as he felt her pussy tremble at his touch and immediately begin to produce the slick that would make it easy for him to mount her and fuck her into submission.

  Arielle still struggled, but he could feel her succumbing to his call. He was a most fortunate wolf in that his fated mate was a she-wolf of extraordinary passion. Her distress was rapidly being replaced with arousal.

  Still trapping her beneath him, he took her buttocks into his hands and, steadying her, he sank his full length into her in one slow, prolonged motion. He wanted her to feel every inch of his cock as he took possession of her body. Her pussy contracted around him and seemed to pull him deeper as her wailing turned to a sigh.

  Ruari moved inside her with long, deliberate strokes. He reveled in the feel of her cunt as he pistoned into her repeatedly. Her resistance melted away as she yielded her will to his. As he plunged into her, her inner walls shook and quivered as she wrapped her arms around him. He could hear her breathing speed up and become more shallow. The noises she was making became little whimpers as her orgasm approached. He felt her body stiffen and her muscles clench as she fell over the edge of the abyss. She screamed in ecstasy, her pussy spasming as her sheath clamped down hard on his cock, her legs trembling as she writhed in his hold.

  Ruari increased the power and rhythm of his own thrusting until he too succumbed to the need to release himself into her. He growled and groaned as he emptied a torrent of cum into her greedy pussy that seemed to milk his cock dry. He savored the small tremors that raced through her body as she whimpered in abject capitulation to his dominance.

  Ensuring that he was lodged to his hilt inside her, he rolled to his back, taking her with him.

  “Now, my beloved mate, you will tell me what vexes you this morning.”

  Arielle shook her head. “I won’t.”

  The words had barely left her mouth before he brought his hand crashing down on her vulnerable derriere. He targeted the area that still ached from the welting she had received in Britannia. The stripes were mostly gone, but she still had some residual tenderness. She yowled.

  “You will,” he grumbled at her.

  She squirmed and pushed at him, trying to extricate herself from his embrace; he rewarded her with another strike to her bottom.

  “Ow!” she wailed.

  “That’s enough, Ari. Something has upset you and you will tell me what it is.”

  “Let me up!”

  “No. I’m warning y
ou, Arielle, the swats will only get worse the longer you persist.”

  “I am entitled to my own, private thoughts.”

  “You are only entitled to what I allow. I will not allow you to wallow in distress and not share with me the cause. I may not be able to remedy it, but at least you will not have to bear the entire burden of it. I will not see you suffer.”

  She collapsed on top of him and wept. He held her wordlessly and stroked her back as he rumbled soothingly to her. Finally the tears started to abate.

  “I don’t want this...” she said.

  “Don’t want what, to be held in your mate’s arms as he tries to comfort you?”

  “Any of it—a fated mate, mistress of a great pack...”

  “But you were raised for that purpose,” he said, confused.

  “And had no more choice in the matter than Rowan had to become a warrior.”

  “Do you not care for me?” he asked.

  “I would be lying if I said I didn’t. I know I’m not Rowan or even Sloan, but it would have been nice to have a choice.”

  Trying to understand, he said gently, “So it isn’t me you wish to reject or even what fate has chosen for you, but the fact that you feel as though you had no say in the matter.”

  She nodded and lifted her tear-streaked face to his. “Wolves get to choose, but she-wolves are told what their lives will be...”

  “That is the way it has always been...”

  “But that doesn’t make it right or fair. There was a time, before I ever found myself face down over a man’s knee, that I thought it was fine and we were spared from many of life’s burdens. But now I feel as though we ought to be mistresses of our own destinies.” She gave a harsh laugh. “It was, in many ways, Tristan’s spanking that I thought had set me free.”

  “Then you found yourself in Dundalk, where I forced you to run and then marked and claimed you without your freely given consent.”

  “You understand?” she asked incredulously.

  “I may only be a wolf, but I am your fated mate. I could no more deny that than you.”

  “But you wanted the Arielle that they all thought me to be—sweet, obedient, meek...”

  He cut her off by kissing her with his feelings wide open—passion, lust, and love in equal measure.

  “But that is not the she-wolf whose virginity I took and who I marked as mine. By the time I had disciplined you the first time, I knew that the face you had showed to the world was just a shallow façade. The she-wolf who I was called to mate is one of rare beauty and courage—part great lady and part fierce warrior. Never have I been so afraid as I was when I knew you were close to the battle. And never have my fears been more relieved than when I felt your soothing presence as you faced and killed Edwyn.”

  “You aren’t angry with me for that? But you welted me...”

  Ruari chuckled. “Such is the conflicting nature of wolves. I have never been more proud or more humbled than when you saved my life. The fact that you risked your own to do it was what got you welted.”

  “That makes no sense...”

  “Thus why it takes a she-wolf who knows her own mind and is beyond compare to take pity on a poor alpha, such as myself, to lower herself to accept my dominance.”

  “I’m not always going to obey you.”

  “I hope not. The feel of your bottom when it bounces beneath my hand as I spank you is quite intoxicating, but not nearly as much as the feeling of sinking my cock into your wet heat or breaching you with my knot.”

  She smiled serenely down at him and he felt her resistance and duress begin to fade away.

  “I do rather enjoy those last two,” she said dreamily.

  “Then I will ask you, Arielle of Dundalk, will you choose to stay with me, call me your mate, and be the mistress of Dundalk?”

  She nodded and he felt the floodgates of her feelings for him open wide.

  “Aye, Ruari, alpha of Dundalk, I will.”

  The End

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