44. Remembrance
The first rays of dawn were tinting the sky when Shayde came to stand on the balcony. Showing little regard for his nakedness, having grown used to it over the years. He’d had little need of clothes in his lifetime, as he spent most of his days shifted. The only time he’d ever used clothes was during meals and meetings.
The only reason he’d made the habit of clothes was for Danika’s sake. He was pretty certain it’d come off odd if he went around naked all the time. It’d bring up questions he really couldn’t afford her to have. Namely, how he could be so calm walking around, allowing everyone to see his birthday suit.
He grinned at the reaction he’d surely receive from her if he tried.
His attention was dragged towards the woods where a cluster of his men were returning from a night of patrol. Shayde grimaced at the sight all of them made, exhausted and soaked to the bone. He had little doubt of their unhappiness of being out last night. Not that any of them would dare to complain. Not to his face anyways. This was their job, their sole reason for being, the protection of their people. The continued protection and safety of their people.
Guilt and remorse struggled for superiority in his mind at the thought of what they’d endured last night. He should've been out there with them, patrolling the woods. Shayde should’ve been the one leading through across the territory, fighting back those who thought to invade their lands. Instead, he’d spent the night inside of his room, safely planted between the delicate thighs of his mate.
At the thought of how he’d spent the evening, Shayde twisted around in his seat. Due to the change in his position he was given a perfect view of his bed. Danika lay there sleeping peacefully on her side, lost in dreams. Her dark hair cascaded around her in a wave of curls, the sheet the only thing to conceal her naked body from view. Just barely.
Last night when he’d carried her back inside of the castle, he knew his hunger wasn’t close to being sated. And boy, had he been hungry. Shayde had spent hours wrapped up in the arms of the woman, enthralling in a passion she alone evoked inside of him. In a way that no other female had ever been able to stir inside of him. It’d been several hours when both of them had finally collapsed, thoroughly exhausted by the night.
Even Shayde wasn’t spared. Normally a lover known for his unlimited source of energy, had been brought to a puddle of mush. In the end Shadye had been too tired to do more than wrap her up in his arms and had fallen asleep.
It hadn’t lasted. It’d been a matter of hours when Shayde had awoken from a deep sleep. He had felt a stirring inside of his body, a desire in his loins. He’d tried to comprehend where the feelings could be coming from. Although he’d become known as a man with an insatiable need to fuck, that was mostly due to Caspar. Yet, the beast had been somewhat of a puss in the days since Danika had entered the scene.
Honestly, from the moment he’d caught her scent the thought of all women failed to appease him. There had been a few that had come onto him, if only to get away from the human leach. Shayde had rebuffed them at every turn, the thought of them touching him brought bile to his throat. Those feelings had intensified since he’d climbed between her legs for the first time.
Shayde moaned in torment at the thought of the first time he’d climbed between the thighs of this woman. His mate. At the time he’d submitted to the desires for his wolf’s benefit, tired of the constant battle of wills. Though there was a part of him that wanted to wipe away the memory of the other men she’d been with. Shayde hadn’t been particularly thrilled at the knowledge she’d come to him impure. That another man had dared experience the flesh of his mate, the pleasure of her touch and kisses. If he’d known the identity of the men that’d dared defile her he had little doubt of his thirst for vengeance.
The first time he’d thrust his cock inside of her, it was both for pleasure, but her punishment. To punish her for daring to allow another man between her thighs. It was his right alone. His jealousy—he was jealous no matter what he claimed—turned into shock. Shayde hadn’t been able to deny the truth that was before him, the evidence of the barrier he’d torn through.
She was a fucking virgin!
Or she had been, until he cruelly thrust inside of her body, shattering the tiny barrier that’d blocked his path. Stunned speechless at the revelation he’d made, that she’d lied to him. There hadn’t been any other men before he’d come along, Danika had been pure. Untouched. A virgin.
While the thought of her being a virgin excited him, it also angered him. Angry that her first experience in lovemaking had been born of such violence and hostility. When it should’ve been a moment of happiness and pleasure, he’d turned it into one of anger and violence. Typical fashion Shayde had punished her for that. Repeatedly he’d jackhammered inside of her body, a consequence for lying to him.
Only she didn’t seem to think of it like the punishment it’d been. Oh no, Danika had been enthralled in his violent passions, grew excited by it. Gripping onto the bed as she was planted on her knees, she’d screamed, begging more, demanding he fuck her. Virgin or not, she’d screamed like a pro and had fucked like a whore. And he’d loved every second of it.
It’d been no different last night. When he’d chased her down in the woods, he thought for certain she’d deny him. While fucking out in the middle of the woods was common for his people, it wasn’t exactly ideal for the humans. It was the animals inside of them that begged for the animalistic cravings. Humans weren’t exactly built for this lifestyle.
Shayde had only been with a couple of humans over the years, but enough to know he spoke the truth. Those he’d entered had been timid and weak, submissive, unable to voice their own thoughts and wishes. And the few times he’d thought to bring them into wooded sex, all of them had rebuffed. Protesting the mere suggestions with claims of not being a bitch in heat or something to that effect.
Danika was different. Last night had proven that. When he’d thrown her against the tree she’d moaned like a hussy. And when he ripped clothes from her she’d been soaking wet. When Shayde had followed her descent to the ground she hadn’t balked or protested. In fact, she’d been encouraging him every step of the way, grounding into him, begging him to fuck her. Then right in the middle of the woods, during a fierce thunderstorm, he’d taken her like a wild animal.
His cock hardened at the thought. The memory of last night's foray into the woods was the most intoxicating experience of his life. To have this woman want him just as badly, submitting to his animal side. In his arms he’d experienced the most potent, primal and dark passions of his life.
No joke. Danika had taken him better than any werewolf had ever been able to. Despite she-wolves having higher levels of energy and tolerance for the wild side, very few could handle him. Even less could take on Caspar. Dozens of she-wolves had tried and failed horribly, reduced to weakened shells of themselves. A single she-wolf had only ever been able to take him a couple of times, before it became too much to bare.
He wondered how those same women would feel at the knowledge a human had beaten them. That Danika had succeeded where the rest of them had failed. When he’d carried her out of the woods he’d thought for certain she’d be too weak for another go around, believing he’d have to compel her for a second round. He’d been wrong. When he’d placed her on the floor before his bed, her body shook from desire, her eyes almost glowing in lust. Hearing her tell him she wanted him was his own breaking point.
For the next several hours Danika had submitted to the raw passions that burned between them. She’d touched, kissed, and demanded everything that she’d wanted.
And it’d been Danika who’d woken him up from a deep sleep. It’d been her hands roving across his chest and down to his lower regions. Her lips that’d been smothering kisses down his body, licking and nipping wherever she could. In the end, Shayde had submitted to the wishes of the woman, giving her the sexual attention she’d needed.
Watching as she shifted, giving him a clear view of those succulent breasts, he considered returning to bed. Reacquainting the both of them with the arousal that burned between them. He vehemently shook his head at the thought, unable to give in to the urges. It’d only been a few hours ago when she’d fallen back asleep. Of course, she hadn’t wanted to. Danika had been born with a strength and stamina he’d never seen in a human before. Hell, it even outdid his own. Caspar hadn’t been any better, whimpering inside of his mind, pleading for it to stop.
That was saying a lot. His wolf had always presented an insatiable hunger that could never be cured. He’d tried. Caspar had the worst ravenous hunger he’d ever seen, having spent days going from one place to the next, fucking anything he could get his hands on. The beast wasn’t choosy in his lovers, as long as it had a hole he’d fuck it. Yet, a few hours of fucking his mate had resorted him to a blubbering heap, too exhausted to go on.