Unleashed

by Abby Gordon

  His hands tore the chemise from her, then lifted her from the bed. As their mouths met, her arms and legs wrapped around him. She felt his balance shift as his left knee rose and then they were falling briefly through the air to land on the bed.

  His mouth was already at her neck, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of fire against her skin. His hands were at her breasts. As in the dream, they kneaded the soft mounds, then pinched her nipples. She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair to hold him against her breast. His mouth captured one puckered tip.

  Her body pressed up against him, her thighs parting for him. His hips ground against hers, his cock rubbing against the dark curls that were all that separated them. One hand drifted along her side. As his body shifted slightly, his fingers brushed the silken skin, teasing the folds dripping with her need. A finger circled the opening then began stroking in and out.

  “Wulfgar, Wulfgar,” she moaned, twisting beneath him.

  One finger became two as he prepared her tight channel for his cock. His thumb found her clit, hard and out of its hood. As he pressed it, she cried out, hips rotating, bumping against him.

  “Wulfgar, please.”

  His teeth raked over a sensitive nipple and she groaned. Then she felt the fingers push farther into her and gasped. Her eyes flew open and met his knowing gaze. Understanding the why didn’t lessen the burning need in her for what she really wanted.

  “Now,” she urged. “For God’s sake, Wulfgar. Now.”

  He smiled, taking her mouth with his. His tongue stroked in and out matching his fingers. Some part of her mind realized the pressure was greater. Three fingers. Still not what her body craved. Moaning, growing desperate from the Flaradian power she’d used earlier, she writhed against him.

  And was pinned.

  “Look at me. Look at me!”

  Lust-glazed eyes tried to focus on his face.

  “What is this? I’m skilled as a lover but a maid shouldn’t be reacting this wantonly.”

  “I…I…don’t know,” she gasped. Then understood some passages of her mother’s journal. “My mother’s people. It’s been building the past few days. After each dream. As if layers inside me were being revealed. Like the shell was being removed or wood being added to the spark of a fire. It’s been easier to communicate with Karl and I’m not as exhausted from it. And today, after I healed Anders, all I wanted was your touch. To feel the release you could give me. As if that would…” She desperately searched for the right word. “As if I would be balanced again. In control again.” He was silent and she became frantic that he would reject her as her father had rejected her mother. “Wulfgar, I didn’t know! She died when I was young and there are things in her journal I couldn’t understand, but now I’m starting to and…”

  “Shh, Beloved,” he murmured, kissing her temple. “It’s similar to what I must deal with.” He smiled. “The sexual release, the climax, is balance and control for us both.” His teeth nipped her ear. “You’ve been holding it back for hours, haven’t you?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered, her hips shifting under his. “I didn’t know what to do. How to explain what was inside me.”

  Wulfgar’s cock slid back and forth against her pussy and she cried out in need, writhing beneath him as if possessed. Her hands clawed at his back as he levered himself on his elbows.

  “Please. I feel like I’m going to fly apart.”

  “I wanted to go slower for you, but that time is definitely past, Beloved. You’ve gone too long as it is. I know what that is like.”

  “Wulfgar,” she was sobbing in her need, her legs wrapped around his waist trying to hold him to her.

  She felt his lower body move and then what was definitely not his fingers at her opening.

  “Trust me, Beloved,” he whispered. “It may hurt at first, but it’s necessary. Take a deep breath and let it out,” he told her. “Relax, Beloved.”

  She obeyed, her eyes never leaving his face. In one stroke, he took her, driving fully into her and breaking her hymen. With a cry, she lifted off the mattress briefly before his mouth covered hers.

  Her blood boiled over and the first, small release swept through her.

  Wulfgar.

  You’re mine, Beloved. Now and always.

  Now and always.

  His cock stroked in and out of her pussy—hard, deep, and fast.

  “Come for me again,” he told her. “Release again for me.”

  The fire was building and as he slammed back into her, hitting her clit, the heat engulfed her. Her hands clutched at his back, nails raking in her need as she screamed his name before releasing him, collapsing back onto the pillows. Her legs unwound from him, falling to the sides.

  The edge, that tight knife in her mind eased. She sighed and smiled, taking her first normal breath since the men had broken into the manor.

  “That’s it, my love,” Wulfgar murmured. “Better?”

  “Yes,” she smiled up at him. “But not completely.”

  His head came down and his mouth claimed a breast. He sucked, nibbled, and licked first one, then the other. He worked his way down her body and when his tongue flicked her clit, Amanda writhed. His hands gripped her hips holding her still.

  And his mouth claimed what his cock had. Her hands clutched the sheet as his lips and tongue teased her pussy and clit. Then one hand left a hip while the other lay across her stomach. Fingers entered her, hooking inside her pussy so she was caught between the pressure of them on the inside and his thumb on her clit on the outside.

  “Wulfgar,” she pleaded, coming off the pillows.

  Lifting his head, she saw the hunger in his expression.

  “What do you want, Beloved?”

  “You. I want you, Wulfgar. Inside me.”

  “Mm,” he growled. “Shall I show you how the beast releases and regains control?”

  “Please, husband,” she whispered, hands smoothing over the rippling muscles of his back. “Unleash the beast.”

  He pulled his fingers from her pussy and as he stalked up her body, she was pressed back against the pillows. His hands became fists by her shoulders as he leveraged his upper body up.

  Mine. Mine. Mine.

  He lifted his hips and dropped them down, entering and filling her in one stroke. He drove hard and deep and the waves crashed over her. Her body stiffened as her pussy clamped hard around his cock.

  Her cry echoed around the room as he continued stroking, harder, faster, deeper, pushing her further and further. She could feel the heat coiling inside her, hotter and tighter than before. His mouth covered hers and his tongue did to her mouth what his cock was doing to her pussy.

  Her body stiffened as a wave of heat overwhelmed her.

  Wulfgar!

  Then, as if pushed beyond what it could do, her body collapsed beneath him, drained. She panted as he continued his steady stroking. Managing to open her eyes, she lost her breath again at the fierce expression above her as his gaze locked on her face.

  “Mine, mine, mine,” he chanted, low and continuously.

  Sweat covered his face, indeed, his entire body as he put everything into one single action—claiming her body. Briefly, she could see the wolf he’d become in the forest over his face. The Flaridian blood in her responded with a golden glow.

  Gasping, she reached up, framing his face with her hands.

  “My wolf.”

  Growling, Wulfgar stroked one more time into her and howled his triumph as he released into her. The rush of him pushed her into another release as she pulled his head down to kiss him. Their breaths melded together as he collapsed on her. The beast flared in a golden glow before both subsided.

  Gathering her to him as he rolled to his side, he brushed the damp strands from her face and kissed her forehead. Slowly her breathing became normal and her eyes fluttered open. Seeing his concerned countenance as he watched her, she smiled at him.

  “I think I need to go through your mother’s journals with you,” he sugge
sted.

  “Yes,” she agreed, snuggling against him. “Apparently there is much in there I do not understand. Like how using my gifts makes me so eager for my husband’s bed.”

  “Mm, I might have you using them quite often, my love,” he replied, kissing her brow. “But, now that I know Karl is your cousin,” he replied, reaching for the comforter and drawing it over their bodies. “It makes some sense of some of his behavior.”

  “What…” She shook her head. “No. I don’t need to know that.”

  “No, indeed,” he agreed with a chuckle. “But I’m sure that meeting you helped ease his mind greatly in certain areas.”

  She sighed and for a long moment neither spoke.

  “Cousins,” she said quietly.

  “Cousins.”

  “I think Elise will be an excellent match for Hunter,” she murmured. “She needs his protection. She has an inner strength that will help him.”

  “Who is she?”

  “Let me see if I can tell the story properly,” she frowned. “Her father was the eldest son of a squire. He was visiting the capital and saw a young woman being educated at a nearby abbey. He was more persuasive in his suit than the abbess and married her. However, she had no dowry and his mother hated her. He was killed in the southern rebellion. His mother promptly removed his wife and young daughter to a tiny cottage in the middle of the woods, leaving them practically penniless. The younger son married with his mother’s approval. The younger daughter of the Guild Master of smiths.” She met his gaze. “Bettina’s mother’s sister.”

  He frowned. “Did they have children?”

  “One son. A spoiled boy who is now sixteen and the terror of every girl in the shire.”

  “He wanted you.”

  “He wanted anything wearing a skirt,” she retorted. “Market days are…were,” she corrected, “difficult. He used the fact that Bettina married Father as an excuse…” She sensed the beast stirring in him and hastily put her palm against his chest. “Wulfgar, no.”

  “Why not? We could go to your home with Heinrich and Bettina and I could then introduce him to my beast.”

  She stared at him and then giggled, wrapping her arms around his muscled upper torso.

  “Going back with them sounds like an excellent idea. But leave him for Hunter.”

  Wulfgar frowned.

  “His own cousin?”

  “Yes. He knows that she is the heir to the title, the lands, and the wealth. The past couple years, Elise has barely left the cottage in fear of meeting him alone.”

  Wulfgar considered that, but his bride’s nude body was distracting him. And he decided to put aside everything else.

  “No more talk about my cousin or yours, or anyone else’s,” he murmured, nuzzling at her neck. His hands stroked her body. “I can think of much better things to do tonight than talk.”

  “Teach me, Wulfgar,” she whispered. “Teach me to touch you.”

  He met her eyes and smiled. “Excellent idea, Beloved.”

  About the Author

  Being published has been a dream of mine for so long that it’s appropriate that my first story accepted, Beck and Call, was inspired from a dream.

  I believe that dreams come true, that there are such things as soul-mates and that there is a crazy little thing called love.

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