Betrothed to the Moon

by Wynter Boudreaux

  Serena rolled over to face him. “Nonsense.”

  “Nonsense?” Jared raised an eyebrow, his blue eyes twinkling. “So you dated a lot of werewolves before me? It’s your thing, huh?”

  She laughed again. “No, of course not!”

  “I’m old hat, I guess,” Jared said, a small smirk on his face as he abruptly rolled over on his back and put his hands behind his head. “Just me and my wolf. Nothing new for our worldly Serena.”

  She loved slapping those strong arms. It gave her a rush just to watch the mischief in his eyes as he soaked in her laughter, the two of them feeding off of one another. Finally he seized her again and they tumbled from one side of the bed to the other, with him landing on top at last. He gazed down at her. “You know it’s the truth, right?” For a split second, he actually looked shy. “I do love you. And I would in this world or any other, magic or no magic.”

  “You can’t be sure,” she breathed, too happy to know what else to say.

  “I’m sure,” Jared whispered, and when he kissed her this time, he didn’t let go.

  It took all of her strength to break the kiss. She could feel him wanting more, his body ready to be with hers; the electricity between them was far more powerful than the lust that had been part of her dream. But she needed to talk about that—and about the future, as he’d mentioned. “Jared,” she whispered, her lips inches from his.

  He understood. “Yes, my love,” he murmured, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her nose and chin. He finally pressed his own forehead to hers and took a deep breath, the desire in his wrought iron body overwhelmingly close. “Yes.” He sat back, all the way back on the other side of the bed, and studied her. “So. Tell me what the hell was going on in your fantasy.”

  “Are we done talking about yours?” She arched her eyebrow and he wiped a hand over his face.

  “I think so. I think you were right.” Jared took a deep breath. “I didn’t want—I couldn’t tolerate the idea—that you might say no. So I created a version of you, a scenario, where you couldn’t. I…” A shadow passed over his face. “It was important to me that you enjoy being with me, but you were also right about control.” He gazed at her. “I’ve always been the kind of man who liked to run the show. But I’m different now. I don’t want to just run the show, or be the boss, or whatever easy metaphor might work—I want to dominate. I want to own you, Serena, the way you own me; I want your body to be mine, the way my heart is yours.” His voice was even. “Whether that’s always been in me and you brought it out, I’ll never know. That’s just how it is.”

  “Owned…how?” She found she was excited. She felt like she should be scared.

  “I think the fact that you were asleep the first time was just a by-product of watching you while you were on the wall.” Jared sighed heavily, remembering; it didn’t seem like a good memory. “You were so beautiful. Naked, exposed before all, and pinned like a butterfly by the spell. And you were… Very aroused.”

  “Yes,” Serena said, watching him carefully.

  “The important thing about that moment,” Jared said, slowly picking his words, “was how badly I wanted you—I couldn’t think about anything but fucking you. Nothing. Anything that was between me and the primal need to fill your body was an enemy.”

  Serena felt her nipples harden. Her fingers clutched the bed spread. “So how did we end up—“ She knew the answer, and frowned. Kelorian had something to do with it. “Is this why you don’t like him? Kelorian?”

  “If I’m being honest, I’m probably more pissed about him interfering with you and I than I am about being kidnapped,” Jared said wearily. “Fucked up, huh? But you…” He sighed, staring at her. “You make me crazy, Serena.”

  “Why did you say yes?”

  “He had a very convincing argument. And to be blunt, he used how much I wanted you—it was obvious then, like it’s obvious now.” He gestured to the rise in the covers that indicated his constant arousal. “He understood things about becoming a wolf that I still don’t—I’ve never talked to another, and he knew a hell of a lot. I wish I hadn’t believed him but…” Jared quieted, then shook his head. “No. No, he was right, the bastard. I’m not sure about this body, even now—I know I can control it while it’s just you and I, laying together, safe in this private space. But could I control it if that fucking dwarf showed up again?” He swore viciously, and Serena was momentarily afraid.

  “What dwarf?” She was confused. Jared bit his lip, then shook his head again.

  “A monster. A complete asshole. When we meet again, I’ll give you his head on a platter.” His voice had dropped into a low growl; he seemed to realize it and forced himself to return to the moment. “He’s the guy that kidnapped us, among… Other things. Anyway, he’s dead fucking meat, and Kelorian—in his favor—also hates him, and arranged for you and I to have this dream together. I think I wanted you to be asleep so that I could control everything—so that I could dominate your body without fear of reprisal.” He took a deep breath, clearly nervous about her reaction. “And frankly, I want to do it again.”

  Serena thought for a moment. “You want complete control over my body?”

  “Yes,” Jared said, his voice low and full of longing. His eyes glittered in the firelight.

  “That is what I want,” Serena said, finding the words still difficult to say, even after all of their confessions. “I want to be dominated by you. Controlled by you, physically.” She felt the heat rising in her cheeks. “I like that.”

  “I didn’t dominate you in your fantasy—I barely did in mine, really,” Jared said slowly. She could tell he was resisting the urge to touch her. “Are you positive you want this?”

  “I didn’t enjoy my fantasy in the way I thought I would,” Serena said thoughtfully, and seeing another shadow crossing over his face, she reached out and laid her hand on his. “I enjoyed it enormously—I loved feeling confident in who I was—I loved the way you… But because I was calling the shots, I guess it felt a little staged.” She should just say it; he knew it anyway. “I like to feel… Used. Almost like an object—like someone you adore, but something that you use. If that makes any sense.”

  “I’ll work on it,” Jared promised.

  “I needed to say goodbye to that chapter of my life,” Serena told him. “I wanted to dirty it up, make all of the hypocritical pieces fall apart. Being able to do it with you was perfect.” She shook her head, remembering. “And honestly, Kelorian gave me a wonderful gift—a couple, in fact. I… I know you probably know this, just because you’re so experienced, but I… I’ve never had sex. And Kelorian took away my ability to feel inhibited or ashamed. He allowed me to be me, with you.” She placed her other hand on Jared’s. “So I am grateful to him, Jared, because I want you too—I want you in a way I suspect isn’t just magic, either.”

  “Even with the creepy wolf thing?”

  “I think it’s linked to how… How we relate to each other.”

  “I do too,” Jared said, his eyes taking all of her in now, slowly, steadily moving through each aspect and plane of her body. “I think it wants to relate to you right now.”

  Serena blushed. “How… I mean, I know the mechanics, and I remember how it feels in a dream, but…” She found she was very nervous, and Jared seemed to sense it. He came close and nuzzled her neck, gently wrapping his hands around her again. “I’ve never done this before,” she finally whispered, and he nodded and kissed her lips.

  “I love you,” he told her, and kissed her again. She could feel him, his hard length, against her, but he made no move to open her legs, to enter her.

  “I love you too,” she said, and he nipped her collarbone. It sparked the fire that had been smoldering since their last embrace, and she gasped.

  To her surprise, he pulled back again. “If we do this, Serena, you must know—there’s no going back. I will be bound to you, forever, and you to me. We will have one life, spread between our two bodies; I need to know that you b
elong to me. Completely.”

  Serena sat and thought, her body as taut as a wire. She thought about her life before, and how that was gone now—whether she wanted it or not, she would live here, with the Fae. Kelorian had told that was where she was, in her dream. And with someone who wasn’t Jared, maybe that wouldn’t feel exciting and lovely—but she was with Jared. And it did.

  She was with Jared.

  “Yes,” Serena said out loud, and his eyes glimmered.

  “You understand that I may not… I may not be able to control myself completely yet. I have to have you, Serena.”

  “Yes,” she said again, and laid a hand on his cheek.

  He kissed her deeply, and then, to her surprise, he leaned back on the bed. “I want you to take your dress off, Serena,” he said. There was something new in his voice. The wolf was guiding them now. She started to move on the bed, but he put a hand on her arm and pointed. “There, by the fire. I want to see you.”

  This wasn’t a dream, she suddenly realized. This was real. It made her nervous, and she staggered a little bit getting out of the high bed and moving over to the fire. She thought Jared would stay there, but instead he got up and swiftly followed her.

  Very slowly, Serena felt for the clasps at her shoulders. She made herself face him, and the reward of seeing the desire on his face made her shiver as she undid the tight ribbons and felt the gown drop to her feet. The room swirled with magic; she wasn’t under a spell now, and had to fight her inhibitions on her own.

  Jared was standing a few feet away, and he slowly circled her, taking in her body from different angles. She tried to keep his gaze, but grew shy, and when he wandered just past her periphery she let him, feeling slightly relieved. In spite of the heat her nipples were so hard they ached, and she felt the warmth of the fire against her backside.

  “You’ve never been with anyone else?”

  The question surprised her. “Not… No, not the way I was with you in the dreams.”

  He stood in front of her, his expression difficult to discern in the dancing fire light. “Were you, in some other way?”

  “My… My fiancé, Shaun. He used to…” She realized she didn’t want to talk about this. Not because she didn’t trust Jared, just because it made her feel… Ashamed.

  “Tell me,” Jared commanded.

  “He used to make me perform penance, by pulling up my skirt—we weren’t allowed to wear underwear—and then he would…” She bit her lip. In spite of herself, the memory still turned her on. She didn’t understand why. “He would masturbate behind me. I would find sticky patches on my skirt afterward but I didn’t know what they were until you and I—“

  She fell silent. Jared was watching her. Finally he took a step closer, and his voice was low, a rumble underneath it all. “Tell me the truth, Serena.” He was rock hard. “How did it make you feel?”

  “Ashamed,” she whispered. “He never treated the other girls like that—no one else got spankings but me. And…” Jared abruptly reached out and cupped her breast.

  “Don’t move, and go on,” he said softly.

  “And it made me feel excited.” She gasped as he squeezed her nipple.

  “What else makes you excited?”

  “You,” she whispered, and he cupped both of her breasts, using the weight of her there to turn her towards the fire. Jared stood close behind her, so close she could just feel the velvet touch of his cock as it brushed against her ass.

  “What else makes you excited?” He repeated the question, and now Serena could tell he was stroking himself, slowly, languorously, just to tease her. Once again, the very tip touched the small of her back; she could feel a sticky residue, and knew he was working his pre-cum through his cock, to touch her with it—just the way she wanted it.

  “That,” she gasped, and shivered, waiting for his touch.

  He stayed right where he was. “Say it. Say what about that you like so much.” He slid the tip of his cock between the crevice of her buttocks, but quickly retreated.

  “I like to feel like you want me.”

  “And?” This time his cock slid along her thigh as he drew closer. Serena hissed a breath.

  “I like to feel used.”

  “And?” His cock was between her legs. She felt it between her thighs, inches away from her increasingly damp slit.

  “I want you to use me!” Serena moaned, feeling his cock finally massage her labia, using the shaft to slip back and forth, not entering, only teasing her. Jared was so long he easily stimulated her entire opening, from clit to anus.

  “Oh?” His hands were on her hips. Serena wasn’t looking at the fire now; she was facing the ceiling, her head rolled back and her eyes closed. He kept her body still, half-holding her upright, and continued to stroke length-wise along her cleft.

  “Please, Jared,” Serena begged, and her spine arched against her will so that she leaned back against his muscular torso.

  “Please what?” He kissed her behind her ear, his hands moving along her ribs, then teased her nipples mercilessly.

  “Please use me,” Serena said, and twisted to kiss him; he caught her hair in his fist and kept her where she was.

  “Are you mine?” His voice was a wolfish rasp in her ear.

  “Always,” she whimpered, and he grunted as he pulled away from her, then used her hair to guide her to the bed and sit her down.

  “Lay back,” he told her, and Serena immediately did as she was told. “Spread your legs,” he whispered, once she was supine across the pillows. Very slowly, she forced her legs open; something about it was incredibly erotic, yet terrifying. Serena had never acknowledged this part of her body herself until recently; it was a completely disconcerting sensation to have another person—a man she adored—demand to see it. “Wider,” Jared commanded, and she opened them further still, flinching in spite of herself when he climbed between them and firmly pushed her thighs apart and in the air, lifting her pussy up so that he could see it. “Good girl,” Jared told her, and came closer; she wondered if this was finally it, the moment when he would enter her, but instead he placed a hand on the inside of each of her thighs and squeezed. “I want to feel how wet you are,” he told her, and began sliding his hands along the smooth skin and towards her opening. “I want to see if your asshole still shivers when your pussy gets tight.” Serena gasped at the language. It turned her on. “In your fantasy, I did things to you I wouldn’t have imagined a girl like you would enjoy--but you loved it, didn’t you?”

  His fingertips were finally at the edge, brushing the soft hair that signaled her entrance. “Yes,” Serena gasped. She would have agreed to anything, but this happened to be true.

  “You loved it when I fucked you.”

  “Yes!”

  “You loved it when I came in your mouth, on your face.”

  “Yes, Jared, I loved it!” Oh god, she wanted him to fuck her now!

  “You loved it when I came in your perfect little asshole.”

  “Yes, yes Jared, I did!” Serena’s nipples hurt; they were so hard and had been hard for so long she felt like they were sore. Her legs were stretched wide open, and her hands were now holding the backs of her thighs to show him more of her body, as deep inside as he could look. “Jared, please, please I want—“

  “—I know what you want,” he said in a low voice, and then, light as a feather, he ran a finger around her lips, skimmed her clit, her asshole, the damp center of her pussy. Just once. Serena cried out. “You’re a saint, Serena, but this little girl here?” He lightly tapped her clit. Stars exploded behind Serena’s eyes. “This little girl is a bonified slut.”

  “Yes, Jared,” Serena moaned, her body as tense as a hurricane.

  “Does your beautiful, perfect pussy want to cum?” His voice had dropped another octave. His finger made another round of her opening, touching all of her in a light loop, driving her out of her mind. “Does it want to show me how that gorgeous little asshole likes it when you cum?”

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bsp; “Yes Jared,” Serena cried out, her spine arching.

  “Does it belong to me?”

  “Yes Jared, yes!”

  “Do you belong to me?”

  “Yes Jared, please, yes—“ Serena was on the verge of thrashing, her chest heaved, her breath came short. It was then that he finally entered her.

  He used one finger to slide effortlessly into her damp pussy—just one, the natural lubrication of her ecstatic body enough to help it enter. Another finger simultaneously rubbed the sensitive bead of her clit, using the slick moisture to stimulate it into a quaking, immediate orgasm. Serena had never had one in real life before; the sensation was what she might imagine exploding would feel like, if it felt amazing and wonderful and you never, ever, wanted it to stop.

  Her body oscillated on the bed unselfconsciously, rolling waves filling and ebbing inside of her as she came. Jared continued his light stimulation of her clit and slipped his single finger in and out, in and out, forcing it past the contractions and then adding a second finger, which prolonged them. Serena had tears in her eyes. She screamed his name shamelessly, the sound echoing around them for a long time in the dark stone room before it finally quieted and she lay there, shaking.

  Jared slowly climbed up from his position between her legs, his weight on his arms as he pulled himself face to face with her. “Serena,” he murmured, “come back, my love.” She took several deep, slow breaths, her eyes still spinning.

  “Yes,” she whispered, finally, and he cupped her face and kissed her, the length of him now pressing down on her body, the delicious heat enveloping her and his strong, hard cock gently but firmly pushing against the now drenched center of her body.