33. How it Should Have Been
33. How it Should Have Been
Sol Pov
He was staring at me as like some kind of treasure. I liked the way his eyes ran over me, it was as if I was special and not in a way that meant I have obligations, to be his protector and savior in a way. It wasn't the way people looked at me growing up. This was a heated look, like I was his or something and it made the moment hot, and I could feel his desire in the air. It turned me on.
It was strange to be looked at that way, it sent a nervous chill up my spine. I didn't know why I was nervous we had already done it. And it was not even two hours ago but my core ignited thinking about him being pushed against my body again. My skin felt a goose pimply, and my sensitive flesh between my thighs felt tender and moist. “Come here sweetheart” I don't know why I liked it when he called me that? It was something endearing that wasn't “future alpha” It was nothing related to the title I had been born with. It was what Cassius had called me from the moment he met me, and it made me feel like I was separate from my position.
I stood in front of him both of us bare under the moon next to the water and a roaring fire. I couldn’t help but think this is how it was supposed to be. This is what happened when you met your mate. This is how it should have gone, we should have met, I would have smelt him, and we would then go off together and spend the night consummation the mate bond outside and under the stars in moon in nature. It hadn’t gone like that.
No, Cassius wolf mated mine and I distrusted him. Then I went out drinking got mad but got all hot and bothered and we roughly fucked in his room. That is what happened, but now it felt almost like I was righting that wrong. The only thing that could have made this situation better was if I could actually smell him, as my mate in his human form.
I felt his large hands wrap around my long hair. He started at the bottom and twisted it up so he was holding it up at the base of my neck and I could feel his fingers brushing against my scalp., his mouth didn't directly go to my lips but instead my cheek and trailed along to the side of my neck using his hand in my hair to direct my neck, when he pulled my hair my neck would turn in the direction of his choosing.
His mouth moved down the column of my throat to that spot that had been bitten so roughly by his wolf, and he kissed it gently as he had my cheek. My whole body shuddered. His body began to gently persuade by mine to get on the ground. Then, he was like lightning striking everywhere. His mouth was everywhere: my neck, my chest, my stomach, my thighs, even on my ankles.
He seemed to like my hips because he took extra-long kissing them. His teeth I could feel slightly break the skin there. When he came back up and lastly, he put his mouth on mine. Our tongues began to tie and his whole body aligned with mine. I could feel the weight of him; it was the perfect amount of pressure all around. Pressing into me, I felt his hand moved gently between us grabbing hold of himself and placing it on my entrance.
There is a bit of pain when he pushed in inside me. The flesh down between my thighs and even on my core was already sore and abused from the romping previously, but the pain, though sharp, was pleasurable. Rather an aching that was soothed by the euphoria traveling through my body. The way he moved was agonizingly slow and made my body feel like it was being transcended to a different place. All the while his mouth stayed on mine, but his hands didn’t stay on one place. No, his hands wandered all over me. One of my knees came up to this side.
“Fuck you feel so good.” He spoke. “So tight,” he groaned,, and I knew I sounded like a mewing dog in heat, my sounds from my mouth and body where lude and only turned him on more, I knew because his pace was increasing, and my own hips were become frenzied and erratic meeting his thrusts. One hand was in his hair the other his shoulder. I could feel my nails digging into his flesh as the intensity of the coupling was increasing with each passing second.
I felt my back arching from the forest floor, “Say your mine, Sol” he said huskily. I heard him but only pleasurable was escaping my mouth. His hand on my thigh squeezed impossibly tight. “Say your mine!” He demanded. “I’m yours.” My lips formed the words, but it came out breathless, and even sounding human. My body descended into tightness, every nerve ending over firing, my body was pushed into orgasm. “Fuck” Cassius groaned pouring inside me.
His thrust came slower then, until he's stilled. His head resting on my chest “Fucking Hell” he said. My hands ran through his messy short hair. After a minute or so he looked up at me and asked if I wanted to go take a dip in the pond to cool off. I did, when he pulled out of me it was as painful as him entering me was. Getting in the water I knew would sooth that aching part of me.
The cool water was nice on our hot sweaty flesh. I went under the water completely, I knew it would acclimate me to the temperature. But when I resurfaced once more, Cassius grabbed my hips pulling me to him. My legs Instinctually wrapped around his waist. I didn’t care that I was aching, all I knew was I wanted him, and I reveled that he wanted me to. I wondered how people ever stopped doing this because once again he was in me, and I relished every second movement and moment.