"Rough day," he asked dryly against her hair. She groaned again, snaking her arms around his waist and burrowing her flushed cheek against his broad chest. But even the steady thrum of his heartbeat did little to soothe her frayed temper.
No, she was entirely too worked up.
He grunted, his arms circling tight around her, clearly discomfited. But she didn't mind. She had long since accepted that he wasn't the most verbose and never really seemed to know what to say when she got in such moods, though he tried his best for her sake, making up for it by listening and just letting her rant and rave and let all the poison out, as it were.
Either that, or turning to his favoured response to simply put it from her mind in other, far more satisfying ways.
Wasn't that an idea.
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She slammed the door behind her, shucking her work robes off with such force she was likely to find a tear or two when she calmed down enough to put them away properly. Tossing her bag down onto the crumpled pile of fabric she buried her face in her hands and screamed out her frustrations through clenched teeth.
Bigoted, doddering, antiquated, pig-headed, short-sighted, blustering old. . .
She groaned at the feel of his hands smoothing along her neck and up into the messy remnants of the braid she'd so meticulously wrestled her hair into before she'd left for work that morning, his calloused fingertips massaging at her scalp and his nose dropping to breathe deeply against her crown followed shortly by his lips.
"Rough day," he asked dryly against her hair. She groaned again, snaking her arms around his waist and burrowing her flushed cheek against his broad chest. But even the steady thrum of his heartbeat did little to soothe her frayed temper.
No, she was entirely too worked up.
He grunted, his arms circling tight around her, clearly discomfited. But she didn't mind. She had long since accepted that he wasn't the most verbose - she'd even come to appreciate it, truthfully - and never really seemed to know what to say when she got in such moods, though he tried his best for her sake, making up for it by listening and just letting her rant and rave and let all the poison out, as it were.
Either that, or turning to his favoured response to simply put it from her mind in other, far more satisfying ways.
Wasn't that an idea.
Squirming out of his arms, she shoved hard at his chest. Caught off guard - or perhaps just indulging her, she really didn't care just then - he stumbled back against the door with a startled grunt as she launched herself at him, winding her arms around his neck and burying her hands into his hair to claim his mouth.
If he was surprised, he didn't stay that way long. Immediately, he was kissing her back, all teeth and tongue and feral hunger. His fingers dug into her own hair, the last of her braid giving up as he hauled her closer against his hard body, canting his very clear, very insistent arousal against her stomach. Liquid heat pooled swiftly between her thighs and she moaned into his mouth, clamping them together against the needy throb surging to life between them.
Hands tugged and tore at garments, their fingers tangling at the fastenings of his waistband. He groaned, low and viscerally, tearing his mouth from hers to nip his mark at the juncture of her shoulder as her hands closed around his cock.
"Pet," he warned, the word nearly lost in his growl against her skin. She paid it little mind, nipping sharply at the underside of his throat in challenge. She wanted to push him.
And then his hand was between her legs and with a sharp sting her panties had been yanked down and his fingers were determinedly working their way deep inside her cunt. She whined and shoved his hand away. He growled, baring his teeth against her neck. But she just hauled his mouth back to hers, hiking a leg up around his thickly muscled thigh to rock insistently against him while dragging his hand around to the flesh of her arse, making it very clear what she wanted.
She was in no mood for foreplay. She just wanted him, needed him, hard and fast, inside her.
He was more than eager to oblige.
Before she could do more than yelp in surprise, he had her pinned between his large frame and the wall next to the door. She couldn't do anything but gasp as her hips and shoulders dug into the uneven plaster, clutching at him, her feet dangling off the ground, as he shoved her skirts roughly up around her waist.
His breath was hot against her face, his eyes gleaming a dark, wild gold as he sheathed himself between her legs with a single hard, brutal thrust. She moaned with pure relief, welcoming the delicious burn of his invasion as he filled her to the brim.
So full it ached.
It was exactly what she needed.
His mouth was bruising, silencing her cry as he drove up into her over and over, relentless. Her thighs shook as he hooked them around his narrow waist, his hands hard on her hips as he held her steady against his onslaught. It was all she could do to hold on, her fingers white-knuckled and aching and her chest heaving as he ravished her. His lips burned and his teeth stung against her throat where her pulse throbbed in time with the desperate pulse in her core.
It wasn't long before she shattered, shuddering and spasming around him with a hoarse cry, her nails digging sharply enough into his shoulders to draw blood if it hadn't been for the fabric of his shirt. He snarled out his own release a scant moment later, his hips grinding roughly into hers as he emptied himself deep within her pliant body with an uncoordinated jerk.
His chest heaved against hers, his breath hot and damp on her sweat-slicked skin, causing her to shiver as he slumped heavily against her. But the heat beneath her skin hadn't abated. Not with him still so very hard and thick where he was still impaled very securely between her legs. She squirmed, mewling in frustration, her fingers clawing at his broad shoulders and her thighs clamping tight around him. He chuckled, the sound a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated though her down to her very bones.
"More?" he grunted, echoing the question with a deliberate flex of his hips. She keened, her head falling back.
Not for the first time, she silently thanked every power, god and deity that she could think of that his wolf-side meant that he rallied quickly. Even as he began to rock harder against her, the need deep in her belly flared, craving, demanding more. She leaned forward, biting at his shoulder to forestall a frustrated cry. He tugged her face to his, nipping at her lips, his large palm dwarfing her jaw as she panted.
"Knot me," she groaned, pressing hard back against him, "knot me, please!"
His hips stilled, and his golden eyes darkened dangerously. She shivered, her core quaking around him.
"Sure about that, pet?" Whining, she nodded, trying to lunge forward to resume her feast on his lips.
His arms were steel bands around her as suddenly she was no longer crushed against the wall of their entryway.
In a delirious rush, he crossed the greatroom of their little cottage to the hall and down it to the bedroom at the end. Their bedroom.
She cried out in dismay as she was deposited swiftly on the mattress, suddenly painfully empty. Her core clenched in protest, her hips jerking instinctively as he eagerly shucked and tore the rest of the clothes from their bodies.
But then she was being hauled around to her stomach and up onto her hands and knees. Already, her limbs were shaking from the aftermath of their first round and she nearly collapsed back into the covers as his broad body covered her. Her breaths came in shallow, heaving pants as his arm curled securely around her waist hauling her back against him.
It was the only thing that kept her upright beneath him as he mounted her. She whined deep in her throat as she was once more filled impossibly, brutally, comfortingly full. His thrusts were rapid and rough as he took her, their flesh slapping lewdly in time with his rasping grunts and her breathless whimpers. Already she was so close, still riding the wave of her first peak. The pressure deep in her belly was building almost painfully as he surged deeper and deeper, the veins and muscles of his arm taut braced as it was beside her while the other tightened further around her waist to hold her in place.
His breath was hot and fast against the back of her neck, his weight on her back almost too much. They were both sweat-slicked and feverish, his skin nearly too hot against hers and their hair tangled and clung damply to her neck and shoulders. With each thrust, her whole body jolted and jerked, her swaying breasts aching. But the feel of his cock plunging and sliding thick and heavy inside her overwhelmed all of that.
All too soon, she was crying out his name in the midst of an incoherent wail as the pressure building deep in her belly snapped without warning. Her limbs shook as her quaking core clenched tight around his length. But he didn't stop. If anything, his pace increased, snarling as he bucked hard and fast against her, driving her remorselessly through her release. She whimpered, every nerve ending in her body on fire as she writhed and arched beneath him, her thighs sharking and instinctively trying to clamp shut even as she pressed eagerly back against him. Dimly, she could feel the beginnings of his knot slipping in and out of her, growing swiftly with each feral thrust. Her hands fisted in the coverlet, her head falling forward as she struggled to catch her breath, bracing herself against the excruciatingly exquisite pressure of it forcing its way inside her at once eager and reluctant entrance. His teeth clamping down on his mating mark nearly hard enough to draw blood, he roared out his success against her shoulder, his hips rutting sharply against her.
Her head spun, tears welling in her eyes as pure bliss surged through her veins as another release crashed violently over her, the cresting wave threatening to drown her as her breath caught in her chest as pleasure-pain radiated out from where his knot had finally caught tight within her and where his teeth bit into the juncture of her shoulder.
And then he stilled with a guttural groan, his hips grinding hard against her bottom as he went rigid, his cock pulsing and twitching impossibly deep within her to spill in a hot gush. She whimpered, her vision spotting as the last waves of her orgasm shuddered through her, her arms trying to give way beneath her as he wrenched her tighter against him as he jerked and grunted and snarled through his own release.
With a nearly pained groan, he fell back, still clutching her tight against his chest as he rocked back on his heels. She mewled as his cock prodded hard deep within her, twitching eagerly against her twinging cervix as another wave of his spend gushed within her in lazy spurts even as her legs splayed almost uncomfortably on either side of this thickly muscled thighs.
Warmth suffused her deliciously aching body, every square inch of her feeling wonderfully loose and every sense blanketed in a comforting haze.
She couldn't truly remember what she'd been so angry about when she'd stormed in through the front door.
Hell, she could barely remember her own name in that moment.
Humming, she reached back, carding her fingers through his tangled hair in silent adoration and thanks as he peppered exhausted kisses against the back of her neck.
But eventually, they had to move. Despite the afterglow soothing the worst of her discomfort, her hips were beginning to ache from her splayed position on his lap and she could tell from his stilted movements beneath her, his knees and legs had grown similarly sore. She squirmed, heat and discomfort flaring as one as his cock prodded and his knot tugged between her legs as they awkwardly rearranged themselves, him helping her from perched astride his lap to cuddled back against his chest, one leg carefully propped over his thigh to help alleviate the pressure within her entrance.
It was only once they were comfortably sprawled, spent, on the rumpled bedclothes that he allowed himself a dark chuckle.
"Better, Pet?" he rumbled against his mating mark, pressing his lips against the newly re-inflamed skin. She chuckled, tugging his arms tight around her middle as she melted back against his chest, automatically canting her hips into the familiar angle that she'd long since learned helped her accommodate his knot best. He groaned as the movement caused his cock to lurch within her and resume spilling. She sighed, her core fluttering and warming pleasantly as a much milder release radiated out in a gentle, soothing wave.
She twisted to capture his mouth in a tender kiss, reaching back to card her fingers along his bearded jaw.
"Much."