Saturday dawns cloudy still and the pack wakes to normalcy, save for one thing - the Ross wolf that remained guarded and chained in the back building.
Erich woke alone in his bed and found he missed the small warm soft presence that had been Madeline. He was going to have to petition the Tucker Alpha to bring her into Wyeth, even if only for a week or so.
Stephanie woke in the woman's quarters cranky and out of sorts. She headed immediately to the training room.
Emmett woke to Lyssa's hair in his face, her head on his chest. And he listened. To her breathing, to the beat of her heart. They were close to being two years mated. His mate. He tightens his arm around her.
The fingers on his chest move and her middle finger circles his nipple. "When was the last time there was an unmated gathering?"
"About six years ago."
"Did you go to it?"
"Yes. Like the rest, I kept looking for my mate," Lyssa flicks that nipple and he jerks, "searching for her in Wyeth and the other packs." Lyssa now pinches his nipple and he gasps. "Happily, I also looked outside of the packs."
"So, how many gatherings did you attend?" Her hand works slowly down his chest.
His mind is firmly focused on that hand. But she had asked him a question. "All of them."
She strokes across his stomach and he groans. "How many is that?"
"I'm not sure. Eight or nine." He wills her hand to move lower as she runs her fingers through the line of hair that travels from his navel to the base of his cock. It twitches and starts to fill.
"So, two or three females a gathering. You've had sex with a couple dozen females."
Her fingers circle in that line of hair. It was probably about three dozen, total, but he wasn't about to tell her that.
He reaches up to cup her face as she strokes his swollen cock. "I've only ever slept with one female that I love."
He feels her smile against his chest as her fingers continue to trace up and down his shaft. He thought he might go mad with the soft, gentle touches. He wanted her to wrap her warm hand around his length, to pump it up and down, to take him into her mouth, to impale herself on him so that he could worship her body. A low growl starts in his chest.
"Right up until the time you met me."
"No. Once I saw you the first time, I was done. Why the questions? You and I were both with others before we were mated."
"It's just.. The gathering made me wonder."
"Sweetheart, I wonder something."
"Hmm?"
He growls, grabs her, and rolls them over, holding her wrists to the bed and locking her legs under his. He looms over her, the head of his cock rubbing between her thighs. "Were you planning on making me mad with your touch?"
She smirks, looking up into his chocolate brown eyes. [How is your arm?]
She clenches her fist and flexes her wrist. [Good.]
[And your ribs?]
[Good.]
He smirks back down at her, seeing dark eyes hazed with lust. "Good."
He leans down and engulfs a rose colored and erect nipple with his mouth, nipping at the tip. She gasps.
Her fingers turn into claws. Her neck is already arched backwards, straining against the bed. She moans as he continues to alternate between sucking on her nipple and lightly biting it.
Her legs try to open wider so that he can settle between them but they're trapped under his. The head of his cock rubs against her entrance, sliding past towards the bed. She can't even shift her hips to capture him.
Emmett has moved his mouth up to her collarbone and was slowly bestowing kisses and small nips from one shoulder to the other.
Lyssa grunts. He pauses, a moment, and she feels the smile against her skin. He then sucks her skin into his mouth and pulls strongly. [What are you, 16? I don't need a hickey!]
[It'll be gone by the time I'm done with you, mate.] He releases the skin he's held in his mouth and looks down at the dark purple mark he's left. A quick dip down to suckle at her nipple again, then back up to her chin, kissing and nipping around her jawline.
He chuckles when she tries, unsuccessfully, to latch onto his mouth with her own.
She was stuck, couldn't touch him, and was increasingly frustrated, which he seemed to be enjoying, but she was not. Not in the least.
In fact, it was really starting to piss her off.
Now he was licking the side of her neck, where the mating mark was. She took a deep breath. [If you intend on licking me all morning I'd just as soon you get off me so I can take a shower!]
He pulls back, wincing, to look at her. "Sweetheart, are you in pain?"
She stops and takes another deep breath. "No."
"Then why the yelling?"
"I don't want to be teased. I don't want to be held down. Can't you just love me?"
Was that it? Because he was holding her down? She was out of sorts. But, she had been captured, chained, hurt, hobbled because of her injuries, then the party and the gathering. So much had gone on in such a short amount of time. She needed her mate's love.
Well, then.
"Of course, my mate. Of course I can." He released her hands and, braced on his elbows, leaned down to kiss her.
Then, in one fluid movement, he rolled them again, so she was on top, and lifted her body above his straining erection. He lowered her slowly, making sure she was ready, and moaned when she had enveloped him completely.
"You feel so good around me, mate."
Lyssa exhales, her hands braced upon his strong chest as she shifted her pelvis. "And you feel good inside me." He watches her lip tremble slightly and her voice cracks a little. "I love you, Em."
He reaches up and pulls her down to him. "You're strong. You're beautiful. I love you, Lyssa." He cradles her against his chest, holding her tightly to him, and waited for the emotion that he thought would break free.
But, after a couple of minutes, she takes a deep breath and kissed his chest, then pushes upwards.
He releases her and she rotates her hips before settling down on him once more.
Then it begins. She moves up and down on his shaft, lifting and dropping herself on his engorged length.
He allows her to set the pace, wanting her to feel comfortable, wanting her to feel pleasure.
She scratches down his abs lightly and is rewarded with a light growl.
As one of his hands moves upward to touch her, she takes hold of it and sucks one of his fingers into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the enclosed digit and he stiffens further inside her. How can that one little action turn him on even further?
His other hand traces up the side of her hip, her waist, and runs along the edge of her breast.
At this, she releases his finger and tips her head back with a moan.
He watches her, the gorgeous body of his mate above him, and feels his knot grow.
Her head comes up and her eyes widen as the swelling is embedded in her slippery pussy. And, now, he takes her hips and starts his short thrusts. [Touch yourself, sweetheart. Bring yourself over with me.]
Dark slitted eyes look at him as her hand traces down from her breast, to her navel, and through the dark curled hairs to the sensitive nub that resides below. He feels her dip into the juices flowing from her womanhood as she moves the lubrication to her clitoris and begins to rub.
His thrusts come faster. [Lys. I can't..] With a howl that's almost a roar, he releases deeply into her.
She's gasping for breath, mouth open wide, finger furiously rubbing near where their bodies are joined. As his cock begins to slow its pulses, he feels the tightening around him that signals her impending orgasm.
In a haze, he reaches up, grabs both breasts, and tweaks both nipples. She shrieks and arches backward over his legs.
He snakes an arm around her waist, to prevent her from going all the way back and bending his embedded cock in half.
She comes back forward, gasping, and he pulls her back against his chest. He nuzzles her ear and murmurs, "You are marvelous."
