32: Sex, and two hard things.

**Raegan**

The second wave struck like fucking lightning, and I was quickly grinding myself against the side of Coal's body as he slept beside me. I couldn't bring myself to feel creepy for it, as I was just focused on getting rid of the budding feelings in me.

A soft moan left my lips as his hip bone touched my clit.

His eyes shot open and found me without pause.

They flashed black and I moaned again.

"Fuck," he breathed out, his hand around my waist tightening.

Small whimpers and whines were all that I could respond with as I continued to chase after the friction I was creating between us.

He gripped my waist and flipped us over so that he was on top of me, and my legs were in between his.

I whined and clenched my thighs together, "Coal," I drawled out.

"Be a good girl for me," he husked, "and I'll give you what you want."

I nodded my head eagerly, loving that he was turning the tables. As much as I loved demanding that he behave for me, I loved it even more when he demanded that *I* behave for *him.* When he asserted himself it made me feel wanted, and it sparked an unparalleled desire for him in me.

"What was that rule that you set for me, dove?" He asked teasingly as he bent down and nipped my jaw.

I moaned and tried to wrap my legs around him. In response, he closed his knees on my thighs to prevent them from moving. I whined and jutted my lower lip out. "Co--"

"What was the rule, Raegan." He growled.

"Words." I breathed out, "Words are the response needed. Not nods, or shakes, words only."

"So use your words for me, baby," he ran his nose along the length of my neck.

"I'll be a good girl for you," I licked my lips, nodding once more.

"Promise?" He kissed my neck softly.

"Promise."

"Good," he pulled back and then his hand found my clit.

I gasped at the feel of his calloused fingertips against the bundle of nerves.

"What do you want from me, Raegan?" He asked.

My brain was completely clouded over with the lust and need for him to touch me anywhere and everywhere he could.

"Tell me." He demanded, slapping my pussy gently.

I scowled and jerked away from him with a hiss.

"Tell me," he repeated, softer this time as his fingers returned to rub me.

I bit my lower lip, and tried not to sink too far into the pleasure he was giving me, "I-- I want you-- oh fuck!-- I want you to fuck me!"

I bucked my hips toward him and gripped the sheets underneath me.

"Such a vulgar thing to say, your Majesty," he tutted disapprovingly.

I glared at him as he slowed his pace on my clit.

"You asked me what I wanted!" I snapped, propping myself up on my elbows, "I want you to fuck me!"

A slow smirk spread across my mate's lips, and he leaned forward to kiss me.

It was a slow peck, no tongue, and no saliva exchange, just a sweet caress of lips.

I tried to deepen it, but he pulled back before I could.

"I'm going to fuck you, Raegan. Do you want to use protection?" He raised an eyebrow.

I shook my head. The question had broken through the heat temporarily and I came to the internal conclusion that it didn't matter if we did or not. I was pretty fucking sure that children were out of the conversation considering my reproductive organs, and if they weren't and I ended up pregnant from this time of the season, so be it. It would be better news than what the doctors were bound to tell me after doing all of those tests on me to see for sure if I could carry pups or not.

"No," I hooked my arms around his neck and kissed his nose, "I want to feel every inch of you, and every spark of your skin against mine."

A soft smile broke across his lips, "alright."

He rubbed my pussy some more, and then slid a finger into me, groaning as my walls clenched around the digit.

He got me worked up and then pulled his hand away just before I came.

Before I could protest, he leaned forward and kissed me as his hand that was once on my throbbing pussy gripped his cock and started to line it up with my entrance.

He slid the head through my folds, coating himself in my wetness before pressing it gently against my entrance.

"Are you sure you don't want to wait until after the fog?" I asked him quietly, pulling back from him and searching for his eyes.

They opened and in them, I saw nothing but raw desire and certainty.

"I love you, and I don't want us to waste any more time. Goddess be damned if you're ever taken from me, from here, again and I never see you again. I won't let a moment that could be shared with you out of my grasp ever again." He said, and then he started to thrust into me.

A sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan left me.

He groaned and pushed further into me. He was large, and I felt full as he stretched my walls to accommodate his girth.

He hissed and grunted as he moved back and forth, trying to get me comfortably sheathed around him.

How in the hell this virgin knew that he would be too much to just go all at once was beyond me, but I was thankful for it. I hadn't had sex since before I met him, and that was almost a year ago. Going so long without that kind of contact made getting it finally so much better, and I knew that if he'd just thrust straight into me all the way I would have cum immediately and his first time would have been with a nine-second Nancy. Embarrassing.

He was balls deep in me, and I locked my legs around his hips.

He locked his lips onto mine and kissed me gently as he started to thrust his hips back and forth.

The sensation of him inside of me was even better than his mouth, and I would have been screaming his name if his mouth hadn't claimed mine. Even at his tantalizing pace, I was ready to burst at the seams.

"You don't need to ask me to cum, Raegan," he murmured into my neck, moving from my lips to nuzzle me there.

When his skin touched my marking spot I shivered, and got that much closer to the edge.

He moaned, "oh fuck."

I tangled my hands into his hair and tilted my head to the side.

"Mark me," I said into the air around us.

He stilled in me for a moment and moved to try and look at me.

I met his gaze and smiled.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

I nodded, "Mark me." I tilted my head to the side again, encouraging him.

A grin broke out across his lips and he dived into my neck again as he started thrusting again.

He licked, sucked, and nipped at the side of my neck. At first, I thought it was strange that he was going for the side of my neck rather than the crook, but then I recalled my dream.

The knowledge that we were completing that part of our bond, mixed with the pleasure he was giving me, and the memory of my dream sent me over the edge, and I came with a scream as he sunk his canines into my neck forever marking me as his mate.