"Danny... Please don't stop..." She said in a hushed voice as I pressed my lips to my mark again. Her skin was moist against my lips, along the skin I trailed my fingers against, speckled with goosebumps like thousands of stars in the deepest part of the Galaxy. Like constellations certain spots guiding me to places that felt like home. The crook of her neck, her lips, the warm embrace of her breasts against my face.
"I won't." I replied, my voice rough in my throat; my obedience to her so engrained in me that I couldn't argue it if I dared to. And I wouldn't dare to. Leaving her embrace was like spiraling through a galaxy without air, harsh and controlling. Her embrace was one of the only places I felt peace- complete and total peace. Encompassing- maddening- peace; if such a thing could exist.
"Dan-Daniel..." She shuttered, her head falling back. I moved instantly to place my lips where she wanted them, to find that comfort and reward of pleasing her. This woman, the woman I have waited my whole life for, who willingly gave herself to me whenever either of us so wished it. She was the most comfort in life I had ever known, yet somehow it drove me crazy every time. Every time I touched her skin I felt on fire. Like a bundle of kindling near a blazing fire, I was consumed by her instantly. Enveloped in the fire she had within her. I didn't withdraw from it like a child daring to touch a flame- no- I rushed towards it. My body shaking, my hands trembling as they moved against her body- my movements too needy for my body to keep up.
"Oh- fuck, Coralie..." I moaned out breathily as she pushed back, pressing her lips against my neck and across my shoulder. She knew what she wanted and it turned me on so fucking much. Her small hands roamed across my back and sent a shiver down my spine, pleasure vibrating through every atom in my being. Warm soft kisses led to harder tugging at the skin of my neck, but I would never stop her. She was fierce and she was on fire, and I was willing to get burned if it meant pleasing her.
"Danny- we don't have time-" she whispered, but I stopped her worry with my lips and my hands on her body.
"I don't care." I replied, holding her face in my hands, as she smiled, as I pressed my lips against hers again. "Let them wait." I said, running my hands up her sides again, her dress moving about her like fluttering wings. She pulled herself closer and wrapped her legs around my waist, light as air I lifted her, and took her seat, her body clinging to me to stay balanced in my arms.
"The moons almost out." She warned as she glanced up at the sky, but I only took that as an opportunity to press my lips back on my marking. "They'll notice we're gone..." She breathed out.
"I want you so bad..."
"Danny please..." She gasped. She kissed me harder, like a wave crashing over me, swift and strong, and engulfing. I pressed my lips to her neck again, wanting to taste my mark on her, to know she was mine, to know she tasted of my affection and claim on her. "Oh... My god..." She moaned. I bit down on my claim, nipping at the tender flesh.
"Mine." I growled, my wolf speaking for the both of us. She nodded, humming as she writhed against my lips.
"I'm yours Danny... I'm all yours..." She agreed compliantly.
"Fuck." I said under my breath as she moved to kiss my neck again.
"Is everything okay?" She asked hesitantly.
"They're worried about us." I sighed and looked away from her, my breath heaving in my chest as I tried to calm myself down. I wanted so badly to take her, to make her body move in more magical, and captivating ways. To make her call out my name in pleasure. To make her squirm at my touch and grasp for any part of me she could.
"We should go back out to the bonfire, shouldn't we?" She said quietly, her breath in shallow gasps as well, her eyes darting across my face anxiously. I nodded, but cursed again. "Later? After we change?"
"Please..." I said as I pressed my lips to hers again, touching the small bump on her stomach idly with my fingertips.
"Actually- I can't wait Danny..." She said, before lunging for my lips as if she were dying of thirst, and my lips were the only source of moisture in existence. Longing lips against longing lips.
I felt the call of the moon, but her yearning was much stronger, her desire more desperate than the moons beckoning on me. Here in the spot where my lips first met hers- I wanted nothing more than to make love to her in the same spot, to caress parts of her body I only ever imagined caressing, before I kissed her here.
There was a bonfire tonight, another wolf is joining our pack, and we should be there to run things, celebrate, show face... But... When she laced her fingers through mine, not saying a word, just smiling coyly as she nodded towards the tree line, I wasn't about to argue it. Her wolf had said 'don't ask, just follow' , and when I heard that I obeyed. Like I obey her every move and desire now. "I love you so fucking much..." I mumble against her skin, as my lips roam her hungrily. "Fuck!" I groan again as she pulls away from me, both of us looking up to the sky. We hear a wolf's call in the distance. The young wolf can't help but be drawn to the moons beckoning. I could ignore that pull towards the night if it's what she wished though, I could ignore any demands, except hers.
"Well..." She stepped off of me and took a step backwards, walking towards the trees. "Looks like you're in for quiet the chase tonight Daniel..." She teased as she got further away, lifting her dress up and over her head. I smirked.
"I don't know..." I said slowly, taking careful steps towards her, tugging my shirt over my head. I stalked towards her, eyeing her every move for the moment she would take flight, leaving me clear in her dust. I wouldn't let her know she had me beat- any day- not yet at least. "Given your present condition-"
"I could still outrun you Alpha." She interjected swiftly, a smirk now on her face, and a determination behind her eyes.
Oh yeah?
Yep.
Her wolf only backed up her look of confidence.
"We'll have to see about that..." I replied, beginning the chase after her, as she threw off the rest of her clothes, her bright smile the last thing I saw before she changed, her fur coat shimmering in the moonlight as she disappeared into the darkness of our forest.
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HER Young Mate (Completed)
WerewolfCoralie loves freedom. And she has always had it. Her mother died during child birth, birthing her and her twin brother Owen, and her father treated them like little adults because of it. He had always been firm, but fair, but always gave them the r...