My Female, Mine
"Deimos." I whisper running to him sitting upon the bed analyzing his wounds.
"We were ambushed when Alpha and I were scouting. Their target had been Alpha Deimos, not our pack." Ragon speaks.
"Why him? Why is it always him?" I ask my words shrieked out my fury rising.
"He has always been a target from the day he was born. He possesses the power and fortune that every Alpha wishes for. If they kill him what he owns becomes theirs. This cycle shall never end until Alpha kills them all." Ragon explains a sadness lingering in the depths of his eyes.
"My female is here. Come, I wish to hold you." Deimos laughs red-rimmed eyes gleaming at me his arms open wide. He welcomes me.
"What is wrong with him?" I question confused by his antics.
"They struck him with silver, his wounds were not healing and he was groaning with pain, to reduce his misery we injected him with something to make him drowsy so they can heal when he sleeps."
My eyes scan his flesh, all these scars he possesses. Now he has more that shall paint his skin. Why must he always suffer this way? I thought I was the only wolf who had to fight for things my whole life but he had been the same as well. We both have our demons.
"Is she not truly beautiful, Ragon? Perhaps our goddess envies her." Deimos mutters his head leaned upon the pillow that keeps him seated burning eyes feasting on my flesh scanning me from head to toe.
I notice his bandages are soaked through, he will need new ones. If his healing is slow there are chances of infections. "Where are the bandages, Ragon? What about the salve?"
Ragon moves to a tiny table placed at the other end of the tent, "Here is everything he needs." He says pointing to the variety of items kept to help heal him. "Alpha Cronus brought more from his pack."
"Thank you, Ragon. I shall take it from here." I say whilst Ragon's eyes widen slightly to my words and a smile plays on his lips. He bows slowly and with a lingering glance at Deimos and me he leaves the tent leaving us alone.
Silence consumes us the only sound that seeps forth is the crackling of fire over wood. Taking a shaky deep breath I head to the table picking up the salve and bandages I stride back to the bed where he patiently awaits. His eyes are never taken from my flesh, he is devouring me this I know.
Biting my lower lip I sit close to his warmth, the first in so many months I have felt it. Our bond spurs back to life sparks of electricity run down my spine. With trembling hands, I begin to remove his bandages slowly as to not hurt him in any way.
Deimos neither flinches nor makes a single sound, he simply stares at me his chest heaving but his breaths are slow and tremulous. His chest shines with the sweat the covers him, his beard uncut making him look wild and ferocious to me.
"Deimos I need you to sit at the edge of the bed, I cannot reach your back this way." I whisper looking everywhere but his eyes. I know he is waiting to capture me and bound me under his spell. One that I must fight and escape from for if I am taken I shall submit to his desire.
It takes a few seconds but he nods slowly his eyes fluttering close. I help him up removing the pillow from his back whilst he grunts and moves forward using the heels of his feet. Placing his feet upon the ground leaning back, the weight of his flesh carried by his palms he sits patiently.
I dip the cloth into the warm water holding it in my hand peering down at him I find that there is no space for me to reach him for his legs block my path to get closer. Deimos recognizes this and swiftly opens his legs wide for me to stand in between them. The velvet blanket slips down his stomach to cover his cock. His pubic hair peeking out from the edge of the blanket, my eyes widen to his unhesitant action. It was a painfully slow seduction.
With slow steps, I dive into the space he made for me. Bending down my spine curving, I place the drenched cloth on his wound wiping gently cleaning his cuts. Our faces are close to each other for his hot breath kisses my cheek.
"I want to kiss you." He whispers into the shell of my ear blowing gently that sends shivers down my body and I gasp yet I do not move away from him continuing with the cleaning. "No, I said that wrong. I need to kiss you." He utters shifting closer to me his lips almost touching my flesh.
"You cannot, Deimos." I reply. He does not know what he is doing or saying, he is under the spell of the drug. He will not remember any of this tomorrow.
"Why? Because you hate me now?" He questions opening his legs wider for me giving me more space. A space that he controls.
"I do not hate you." I mutter dipping the bloody cloth into the water squeezing it to drain the blood.
"You lie. You lie to me. I can see it in your eyes." He declares grunting when I begin to smudge the ointment on his open gashes. He speaks but he cannot control the arousal that seeps out his pores. His desire for me on display with the position of his cock. Upright and painfully waiting to be calmed.
"I hold my truth." I whisper dipping my finger into the holder taking more of the balm. Deimos is quick to make his move, grabbing my waist pulling me to his flesh. He nestles his face into my stomach nuzzling taking in my scent. I startle a soft scream leaving my lips. He has captured me.
"Let me go, Deimos." I command softly. A command that is unclear, a command that is said just for the sake of it. A command he shall not listen to.
"My female, mine." He keeps on whispering in his drowsy state eyes closed indulging in my warmth and scent. A soft and deep kiss he gives to my stomach nudging me with his nose as if he were a pup. He is content with our position.
"Deimos!" I begin to push him with the heels of my palms but he does not make a move rather his hold on me tightens. Eyes peering upward his emeralds meet mine, I look away from him taking my attention elsewhere and this upsets him.
"What have I done so wrong that you won't even look at me? Tell me!" He demands his eyes getting wet for he has no control over his emotions. They are all over the place fighting within themselves to come forward. What he says, what he does is his truth. His truth that he hid shall come to light.
"Deimos, stop this." I say grabbing his wrists clamped behind my back trying my best to pry them away from me.
"This here." He extracts one hand from around my hips to point at his heart. He beats upon it harshly with a clenched fist. "It does not want to beat anymore. I cannot breathe without you. I cannot live." He speaks his truth as I stop fighting his clutch and watch all that he holds within pour from his soul. "So tell me, do you still feel the same way for me? Do I still have a place here?"
He grabs my palm and places it over my beating heart. Emeralds sink into me with undying hope, with everything he has in him he pleads with me. "Please have mercy on me, my female. Have mercy." He implores me.
"You-" I begin whilst he gulps visibly, anxiety swallowing him whole. "You still have a place, Deimos." And I speak my truth. I shall be generous with him tonight for he shall not remember tomorrow.
With no warning, he pounces upon me as a predator would seizing and throwing me upon the bed climbing over me a wide smile dancing upon his face a single lone tear drips down his cheek that he quickly wipes away. My words excite him bringing him the peace he needed.
Swiftly he swoops down pushing his lips into mine, my eyes broaden and my fists push at his chest. Mouth devourers mine with a burning passion, teeth bites into flesh. Trying to turn my face away from him is a challenge for his palms holds it in place. The blanket pools down further towards his feet as he lays bare hovering over me.
Pushing his mouth deeper into mine I clench my eyes shut with the fire he gives way. Unrelentlessly, unmercifully he takes my mouth as if he owns it as if it belongs to him. He has his way with my lips.
His kiss that I dreamt of every night, his kiss that haunted me even in daylight came alive. The sound of our mouths making love entices the serenity of the room. The fire burning over wood is nothing compared to the one burning between us.
I take what he gives, I take what I had yearned. Lips slide down to love my neck. Teeth bite only for his hot tongue to soothe the burn. Pain and pleasure he gives me. I whimper beneath him unable to fight against our bond. The hardness of his cock taunts my core with his slow thrusts as I spread my legs further for him.
He moans and grunts, I whimper and whine. My thighs quiver and the entirety of my being trembles. We are in heat, one that we cannot escape from. I taste him, he tastes me. A delicacy we had starved for. I drink him, he drinks me. A beverage we had thirsted for.
I breathe him in, he breathes me in. The air our lungs were deprived of.
The moon has bound us under her trance, we are hooked to the other. His face is red and he pants sweat dripping down his flesh. My chests heave buds protruding asking for his attention. He struggles to remain awake.
I frown scanning him from head to toe. My eyes widen when I find understanding within me, the burning passion dissolving quickly. Placing my palm over his forehead I sigh, I was right. "Deimos, you are burning up. You are unwell." I whisper trying to quickly remove myself from under his body so that I could aid him.
The drowsiness in his eyes increases showing me this male shall lose his inner battle to remain awake any moment now. "Stay with me. Stay."
"I cannot, Deimos." I whimper. My fight is dying. I do not know if I mean the words I say anymore.
"Sleep with me." He mutters eyes fluttering close he falls upon the bed losing the battle sleep taking over. He lies on his side face turned towards me. No tension boils within him, he is in peace.
I shift backwards to give him more space to sleep but he merely pulls me to his chest unconsciously his nose tucked into my neck he whispers, "My female, mine."