by M. L. Briers
“You saved him Isa. I don’t think I have expressed how grateful for that I am.” He was so gentle with his words and his touch that she could have mistaken him for someone completely different if she hadn’t of been looking into his handsome face.
“If growling, snarling and being an ogre is your way of expressing gratitude Alpha, remind me never to do anything to really piss you off.” She was using sarcasm to distance herself from him. He could feel her mood change within her and he tried to push through her shields.
“You already did Isa, but you found my growl to be worse than my bite…” When he brushed his fingertips lightly against the bare skin of her shoulder he saw the way she swayed towards him, pulled by the invisible bond that was developing between them.
“I can’t be what you want Elijah. If things were different between our people then maybe…”
“Let me take care of the vampire, and then we can worry about everything else.” He saw the look of indecision sweep across her face. “Don’t run from me Isa, if I have to chase you, or hunt you down, I can’t be held responsible for my actions…”
Her eyes registered the shock that his words caused her. So much for the element of surprise, she told herself as she dropped her eyes from his, considering his words.
“What does that mean?” Everyone can be held responsible for their own actions, it was how things worked.
“My wolf will take up the challenge of a fleeing mate. He will track you and take you before you can get away again. Claiming you for his and bonding to you…”
Isabel forced herself to take a step back away from him and he let her go, especially when he saw the accusation within her face.
“You would do that?”
“No. But my wolf would…” There was a resigned honestly within his words, but she shook it off.
“You are your wolf.”
“Not always Isa. Like today, it took a lot for me to push the beast away and to not hurt you. But that only happened because you are my mate and the beast recognises that. But hurting you and claiming you are two different things. If the beast feels challenged to claim you rather than lose you, he will.”
Elijah took a step towards her and saw her hesitate for a long moment before she backed away from him.
Isabel’s heel caught against the wall and she found her back against the coldness of the brick as his warmth seemed to cover the rest of her body. He was so close that she was certain she could hear the thudding of his heart within his chest.
“Elijah…” It was a half plea for him to back off and the other half for him to continue. Her mind was almost swimming with the mixed emotions within her as he palmed the wall on either side of her body, leaning in, but not touching her.
She kept her eyes down on the rise and fall of his chest. The hard muscles were evident beneath the fabric of his top and the urge to reach out and touch him was growing stronger within her with every beat of her heart.
“You want me Isa, I can feel you…” His words felt like caresses to her senses. Those beautiful deep tones were akin to velvet of the best quality that soothed her nerves as much as inflamed the desire within her.
“I want…” She didn’t know what she wanted. Everything was so mixed up within her. He seemed to be pushing against her shields, his very aura looking for a way in. But she couldn’t let that happen, could she?
Damn, the need to drop her shields, if only for an instant, was like a bittersweet taste in her mouth. It was as if his soul was calling to hers and hers was answering without thought or reservation for the fallout.
Just one moment. Just one instant. Just one taste of his being.
Elijah didn’t move his body towards her, but the need to take in her scent was overwhelming him. He used his face to brush her hair away from her neck and nuzzled into her, taking in her sweet scent, before he ran the tip of his tongue over the mark he had placed against her shoulder and heard her gasp in a breath.
Isabel couldn’t hold her shields in place any longer and they slammed down around her, opening her to everything that Elijah was, everything that he was to her. The floodgates of her emotions burst wide open as his soul reached out to hers. Her hands had no choice but to reach for him, the lightest touch of her fingertips down his sides as her head dropped back against the wall, rolling to the side in submission and allowing him in.
“Elijah…” His name slipped from his lips like a plea, but when his mouth came down on hers he silenced her need. His arms wrapped around her body, caging her inside, and he crushed her to his chest as his tongue pushed against her lips, seeking entry.
Isabel was powerless to resist his demands. The pull of him against her fragile psyche was more potent than she had imagined, and when she opened to his demanding tongue, he immediately pushed into her mouth, tasting and teasing her own, thrusting back and forth and tangling with hers until her body was alive with a need for him. The basal desire that burned through her very essence was overwhelming.
Elijah felt the exact moment that she answered the call of his wolf. Felt her reach out to him the way he was reaching for her. Her shields were gone and there were no defences left within her.
His kiss was akin to a possession of her body and soul. He was like an untamed force that swept up her desires with his and merged them into one. To say that she was powerless to resist his pull would have been an understatement of epic proportions. Her mind and body was devouring his touch, his essence, as if she needed it for her very survival.
He had never been this hard for a woman in his life, this driven by desire, by want and need to feel her sheath him. To bury himself so deep within her that he became one with her body, not able to discern where he ended and she began. He felt like a man possessed, driven to take her at the most basic level.
Elijah knew that there was little time for this, not for the way in which he wanted to claim her as his. But he couldn’t stop the pounding need within his blood to be inside her. She was his woman and he needed to stake that claim this instant.
His hands ran down over the thin fabric of her skirt, tracing the line of her hips and down her thighs until he found the bare skin of her leg. His fingertips dug into the flesh as he retraced his path, taking the fabric up with him until it bunched at her hips.
He felt her hands at the fly of his jeans, working to release the ache of his arousal from the fabric and when her fingers brushed against him, the groan of longing was lost inside her mouth. Her tiny fist wrapped around him felt like a blessing and a curse as she freed him from the bonds of the fabric.
Releasing her mouth, they both pulled in the oxygen around them. And when he looked down on her beautiful flushed face, her kiss swollen lips, there was only one thought within his mind.
“Isa, I need to be inside you…” He traced the line of her panties with his fingers, first over her bikini line and then when she shivered her response, down between her thighs. Hooking the edge of the flimsy material and pushing inside, as she stroked her fist down his shaft, making him growl with the pleasure and desire her touch brought him.
Isabel didn’t respond to his words because she couldn’t. She was so caught up with the feel of him, his touch over her body and the promise it held, her fist wrapped around the girth of his thick shaft that her mind could focus on nothing else.
When his fingers skirted over the moist folds between her thighs she let out a moan of desire, of want, need that burned to be sated. Her hips moved towards him and she sought his touch in the place she ached to be filled by him.
With one finger he pushed into her core, the wetness of her channel narrowed around him as her inner muscles longed for more. It wasn’t enough, she needed more. The small whimper that escaped her lips urged him on and he slipped another finger into her, thrusting knuckle deep inside. She rolled her hips against him. The stroke of her hand down his shaft became harder, tighter, and more insistent.
Elijah nuzzled against his mark on her shoulder, his lips closed over the smooth
skin and he sucked hard until she squirmed against his fingers within her, searching for more.
“Let me bury myself within you Isa…” He breathed in a husky voice that wasn’t solely his own against her neck. Stroking another finger into her, he stretched her inner muscles around him, preparing her for his thick shaft.
“Yes…” The whispered word from her lips had his heart racing and the need within him surging to the surface. He pulled his fingers from within her and grasped the thin material of her panties, tearing them from her hips and opening her to him as he brushed her hand from his shaft.
Elijah palmed the tight globes of her backside in his hands and lifted her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around his hips as the tip of him probed the wet opening of her channel, and she thought she might go insane from the need to have him inside her.
With one solid thrust he buried half of his arousal within her. The growl of pure satisfaction rumbled over her neck as his mouth hesitated against her skin as he savoured the feel of her warm muscles encasing him. He needed more, he needed to be buried to the hilt, but he didn’t want to hurt her.
Isabel had cried out when he entered her, he was like steel encased in satin, but he hadn’t taken her nearly deep enough, and she pushed her hips towards him, searching for more, needing more.
“Elijah, please…”She hadn’t even realised that she had spoken the words aloud until he growled back his response. Pulling his hips back he thrust to the hilt, the cry of pleasure that left her lips mixed with his growls into her skin, and when she tightened her inner muscles around him, testing and revelling in the feel of him he nearly lost all self control.
“Isa, don’t do that, you’ll make me lose control…” The warning was like a rush of adrenalin to her system. To know that she was having as much of an effect on him as he was on her was a heady mixture of pleasure and empowerment.
She released her muscles and he almost growled a sigh of relief, pulling back to stroke back into her and she clamped her muscles around him again. A tight pulse of clench and release and felt him tense his body around her.
“Isa…” He warned against her lips, and she opened her eyes to see the ebony of his starring back at her, a warning, and a plea for her to comply.
“Lose control Elijah, I won’t break.” When he stroked into her she used her muscles to massage his shaft and the growl that tore from his throat told her that she had driven him to near wild.
The room spun around her as he tightened his arm around her waist and stalked over to the bed. With one hand he reached down and tore the bed sheets from the mattress, discarding them on the floor before lowering her down beneath him, his eyes intent on hers, the constant low rumble of a growl within his chest.
“Little Fae should know to be careful what they wish for.” His wolf was so close to the surface that his jaws ached with the need for his fangs to descend. He was holding onto his beast so tightly that one wrong move might cause that rein to snap and then she might not be so damned sure of herself.
Elijah reached for her wrists, snagging them in his hands as he eased her arms up the bed above her, his hips never missing a beat as he pulled back to stroke within her. With both her wrist held under large hand, he used his other hand to yank her top up over her breasts, his eyes feasting on the pebbled nipples that poked against the thin material of her bra.
With one snap of his wrist that thin material split down the middle between her breast releasing her to his eyes, and then to his hand as he cupped the globe of her flesh, his thumb tracing over the hard bud. He dipped his head and laved over the nipple, teeth nipping against the flesh as she squirmed beneath him, her back arching towards his mouth.
“I won’t break Elijah…” She breathed out on a ragged breath and he growled long and hard. His lips closed around her nipple and he sucked it into his mouth, his blunt teeth working over the bud and he pulled against the flesh, her answering moan as the jolt of passion flowed through her urged him on.
He pulled back his hips and thrust into her, taking her deep and stretching her around his flesh as he released his lips and tugged against her nipple until she cried out. Her inner muscles clenched hard around him, but it wasn’t of her doing, she was getting closer to release.
Elijah’s fingers found the little nub of flesh between her legs and he heard her moan as he worked his fingers over it. Thrusting into her with long, deep hard strokes that had them both closing in on the release they sought.
He felt the overwhelming urge to sink his fangs into her soft flesh and released her breast to nuzzle her neck. His fangs descended in an instant when his tongue ran over his mark.
Isabel’s hips slammed up to meet his with every thrust, but when he started to pump his hips against her, she stood no chance of matching his speed or his rhythm.
Her wrists tugged against his hand for release, she wanted to bury her nails into his flesh, but he held her firm against the mattress, her whole body now pinned down beneath his and he was taking her towards release at a phenomenal speed.
When her muscles tensed, a heartbeat before release, he took her hard and deep with one long thrust that sent her over the edge and she cried out as the orgasm exploded through her body. Hard pulses of pure pleasure shot through her with such force that she bucked against him, but with nowhere to go.
His hips were still powering against her, he was taking her hard and fast as he sought his own release, that found him when he pressed his fangs into her soft skin, cutting through the delicate flesh like a hot knife through butter, deeper than before, but not as deeply as he would need to take her to bond.
He felt the muscles tense throughout his body and released his fangs from her skin. The orgasm tore up his spine and shot his seed deep inside her womb as he roared his pleasure. Grinding hard into her, before he pulled his hips back to thrust back again and again.
The rhythmic clench and release of her inner muscles massaged his seed from his body as he pressed his fingers against her nub, keeping her orgasm rolling through her, increasing both of their pleasure, until he was spent.
With his muscles quivering around him, he eased himself down onto his elbows, releasing her wrists from the bond of his hand, and he nuzzled against her neck, taking his time to clean and seal the wounds from his fangs within her flesh.
Isabel felt the aftershocks of her orgasm rolling through her body and worked on regaining her breathing to something approaching normal. No man had ever brought her to such heights before. But then she had never wanted a man the way she had wanted him, still wanted him, as he remained within her, tempting her flesh towards more delights.
When he finished caring for her wound he lifted his head and stared down into her face. Strands of her hair clung to her cheeks as a thin film of perspiration cover her flushed skin. Her lips were swollen from his kisses and they trembled slightly as she tried to steal in the air around her. Her eyes were closed to him, but his tongue teasing her lips made her open her eyes and he saw the passion within her.
Damn, but she wanted him again. The claiming had awakened her needs and desires and she was almost begging him with her eyes for more.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Not even close Alpha, but eight out of ten for trying…” She teased and he growled low and hard.
“Are you saying I only rate an eight?”He looked more than a little put out and she couldn’t help but chuckle.
“No, I’m saying, next time, don’t hold back.” She lifted her head and snagged his bottom lip with her teeth, tugging the flesh and causing him to growl as he grew hard within her.
“As much as I want to cut my own tongue out for saying this little Fae, now isn’t that time. The others will be back and darkness beckons the vampire from the shadows.” He eased from within the tight sheath of her body as she tried to clench her inner muscle tight enough to keep him inside her. A devilish little chuckle of mischief on her lips as he growled down at her.
“Perhaps you are just too tire
d out too…” She felt her world spin all around her as his hands came down on her hips and he spun her onto her stomach, dragging her up onto her knees and thrusting back into her to the hilt in one movement, as she cried out with the force of his thrust.
His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the flesh as he pounded into her, hard and fast. Each wild thrust threatening to push her up the bed on her knees, if he didn’t have her anchored in place.
Isabel fisted the mattress beneath her, digging her nails into the soft fabric and she was about to lower her head to the bed when he fisted her hair, tugging her head to the side as he leaned his body over hers, the hair of his chest brushing against her back as he breathed hard against her ear.
“You- were-saying?” He breathed out each word on a thrust inside her and she wanted to answer, but she couldn’t get the breath into her lungs. She was climbing towards another orgasm, so hard and fast that when it hit her, the muscles within her body practically convulsed into tight knots and she moaned out through the rush of powerful throbbing pulses that stretched out to every nerve end in her body.
“I-haven’t-finished-with-you-yet-sweetheart.” He ground out each word between clenched teeth as he increased his speed, pumping hard and fast. His fingers searched for and found the sensitive little nub, and he worked hard in mesmerising circles over the flesh. Her breath started to hitch again as she squirmed beneath his touch, her body caught somewhere between, oh god yes, and I’m gonna rip your face off.
“Elijah…”His name escaped on a cry from her lips as he hurtled her back over the edge. The orgasm took her away from everything but the pounding of her heart within her body, and the hard clench of her inner muscles, all timed with the throbs of pure pleasure that coursed through her body.
Elijah felt every muscle tense hard within him, as the surge went through him. Buried deep against her womb he exploded his seed into her. The hard massage from her inner muscles was practically squeezing his seed down his shaft as he pulled back and thrust in again, over and over until he had nothing left to give her. His legs were shaking beneath him as he fell sideways on the mattress, taking her with him so he could stay buried inside her.