Chapter Forty-Eight Hers

I took a deep, calming breath in, slowly exhaling before I gripped his neck and pulled his lips to mine. This kiss felt like water in the desert after the earlier burning feeling from his touch. And boy, was I thirsty. I licked his lower lip, requesting access to his mouth, but Ollie pulled back. His hand moved to the middle of my chest, and he closed his eyes. I took a few shaky breaths, trying to understand what Ollie was doing. When he opened his eyes, they were entirely wolf now; the coloring and shape had morphed into his wolf form, and I instantly felt a primal need at the apex of my thighs. Something in the way he watched me called to a dark warmth deep in my soul. Liquid heat pooled between my legs, and I scooted closer into Ollie's arms.

Once I settled, his fingertips lazily stroked my spine. Ollie gruffly asked, "How are you feeling?"

I ran my fingers along his neck and jawline, replying in the sexiest voice I could manage, "Much better, but I still have a burning ache between my thighs."

Ollie chuckled and shook his head in disbelief. "After your fever broke, I could feel your powers smoldering. It felt like a small ember gasping for life."

His hand pressed slightly into my skin, and I could feel this strange warmth pulsing with each beat of my heart, "Now I feel it growing stronger like a small kindling fire. Yet, it spreads like night." I looked up at him, and his expression jumped to surprise, "Your teal eyes now have a halo of black around the edge of your iris. Theo's use to change colors from time to time. It must be signs of your powers returning."

"Oh? I can feel a power rising." I slid my hand down his neck and collarbone, dancing over his sternum and arching into his belly button. Before I could move lower, he grabbed my hand.

"Nyx." He said my name in a mock reprimand.

I sighed, giving up on the idea of sex right now, turning until my back was tucked perfectly into Ollie's torso. I looked around and realized daybreak was peaking over the mountain peaks in the distance. I loved that Ollie kept the doors wide open, so I woke to the breathtaking view. As we cuddled in silence, my brain kicked into overdrive, reviewing the events of the last week. A tiny cloud of doubt snuck up, and I wondered how long this peacefulness would last. How long would Ollie's love for me last? The sudden ache in my shoulder made me pout, "You bite me again."

Ollie laughed, running his free hand through his hair before kissing the soft spot behind my ear, "You, my goddess, didn't give me a choice. Your power surge was consuming you, and the ice wasn't helping, so you grabbed my head to make me bite you. Then you pushed all that extra power into my body, and fuck, it was a lot of power."

"Are you alright?" I asked, worried I'd done something to hurt him. After he nodded, I continued, " I don't know how to respond. I'm unsure how to use this power or how I pushed it into you."

"Yeah, I was thinking we should find you a teacher, maybe get you some physical defense training while we're at it." Ollie moved some of my hair off my forehead and stared into my eyes. His reflected a simmering heat. Ollie fell back onto the bed without warning and stared at the ceiling. He raised his hand, and I saw his veins pulsing in a few areas. "I still feel the power inside. I need to wolf-out and run it off at some point."

I giggled at his use of wolf-out and pushed myself up so I could straddle him. Ollie's eyes greedily roamed over my naked body, and he licked his lips. I met his eyes as I grind myself along his length, creating delicious, wet friction between us. "I can think of another physical activity to help you work off steam."

Ollie's eyes morphed into his wolf form, but this time, the grey was clouded in a dark mist. I could feel my desire grow at the sight of it. There was something so alluring about that darkness. I didn't wait for a response; instead, I reached down to line his dick up with my opening before lowering it all the way down. Ollie grabs my hips as I pull away. I watch him grit his teeth before I slam my body into him. Rocking like that at an increasingly rapid pace, Ollie growled, "That's it, Nyx, ride me."

His fingers dug into my hips when I slowed down, circling my lower body as I went down and up. Ollie's hands slid from my hips up my back, pulling himself to me so his face was in my neck. He moans, "You feel so good."

I continued to ride him slowly as he licked his way from my neck down to my breast. His tongue circled in rhythm with my hips from one nipple to the other until I was panting his name. I grabbed both sides of his face, pulling his lips to mine as I slammed down fully, taking him in and squeezing my walls tightly. "Ollie! Please!" What I was beggin for I really wasn't sure at this moment. Ollie adjusted his grip so his hands wrapped around my body and held my shoulders down. His pelvis pushed upward, driving into me until he couldnt move any deeper. Ollie's tip broke through my cervix, causing both of us to lose control completely. My name tears from his lips, like he was drowning and I was his last breath. After a few more pumps to come down from our orgasmic high, we stilled. Ollie's forehead lay on my shoulder while my chin pressed into his hair. His arms held me around the waist, and I reveled in the stability of it. Without removing him from me, I leaned his head back to kiss him softly.

Suddenly, a ridiculous image popped into my head when I remembered what Ollie had said. I giggled against his lips. Ollie flopped down on the bed, releasing me, and watched my giggle fit with amusement. "It's not good for my ego when you always laugh after sex, you know."