Finishing What We Started

RHIANNON

As soon as we’re alone, I feel Isaac’s hands on my hips. He pulls me back into his chest. “I said the first opportunity, didn’t I?” he growls against the shell of my ear.

“In an orchard?” I snort. This man is insatiable.

“In an orchard, in a car, in a supply closet, wherever I can have you.”

I lean back in surprise, away from his chest. “Have we had sex in a supply closet?”

“Yes, after your luna ceremony. The celebration went on too long, I couldn’t wait another second. Especially after you told me you weren’t wearing panties under your dress.”

I gape at him. I’ll need to ask for more details on this another day.

His lips crash against mine. His hunger for me is always just below the surface. I feel it, spreading like fire through my body. Our mouths meld together, our tongues twisting, tasting, desperate.

I feel his hands traveling down my body, greedily touching me everywhere.

When he’d asked me to wear a skirt earlier, I didn’t really pay it any mind. I guess he was planning ahead.

He lifts me by the backs of my thighs, wrapping my legs around him. The cold air rushes up my skirt, hitting my exposed skin.

He brings his large hands around my thighs, covering them with his warmth.

He carries me a few steps off of the path in between a row of trees. I feel my back connect with the solid trunk of a tree.

“I-Isaac,” I moan onto his mouth, “are you sure we can do this here? No one will see?”

He runs his tongue over my mark. “No one will see, baby. I’ll hear them before they get close enough to see us.”

That’s good enough for me.

I tighten my legs around him, hoping to spur him on. After the interruption this morning, I have no desire to waste time.

In absolutely no time at all, I have developed an unquenchable thirst for him. It flows through my veins. I feel it at all times, like an itch just out of reach that can’t ever be satisfied.

He runs his large hand down between my legs and rubs the wet spot on my panties. The rugged features of his face are dark and animalistic. He looks like a wolf in human form, predatory and wild.

I whimper under his gaze. He pulls the seat of my panties between his fingers then quickly rips them away. The fabric rips against my hip sharply before snapping.

He brings his fingers down to my exposed core, touching me everywhere but where I really need it. I groan and push my body back into the tree.

“What’s the matter, little mate? You don’t like to be teased?”

His devilish grin makes me shudder. His revenge for this morning’s teasing will be sweet misery.

When he finally touches my needy, swollen clit, I can’t help but let out a loud, relieved moan. He doesn’t move his fingers, just holding them there, applying gentle pressure. I want to scream.

I try to move my hips, but he grips me so tightly I can’t.

“Isaac, please,” my needy voice echoes through the bare trees.

“What do you want?”

“You, please.”

“What do you want me to do?”

My eyes shoot open to look at him sternly.

“I want you to stop fucking teasing me.”

He chuckles before circling his finger over me. I ball my fists, I feel like a child throwing a tantrum. He’s moving his thumb, but his pace is slow and he isn’t putting enough pressure on it.

I lean forward and bite down on his neck, right where his mark would go. A shiver ripples up from the base of his spine and a rough groan permeates the air.

His eyes go dark, deep obsidian. It’s like he’s in a trance, like his wolf is in control of his human form.

He pulls his teasing fingers from me, pulling on his pants. His huge cock drops from his pants and falls forward against my wide-open core.

He pulls his hand around himself and pumps his shaft a few times, letting pornographic sounds fall from his lips.

He runs his swollen, leaking tip through my folds one time. I moan with the contact, willing him to fill me, stretch me, bruise me.

He leans forward, putting his weight against my body, pinning me to the tree.

“I love you,” he whispers as he plunges into me with no warning, pushing all the way in to the hilt.

My wetness is no match for his size; I feel a deep, burning ache, my walls stretching to accommodate him.

I scream at the sudden intrusion. My body clenches around him.

He sobs against my skin, a sound that spikes the temperature of my blood.

“Oh my…fuck,” he chokes.

After a moment of adjusting, for both of us, he rocks his hips back, every thick inch of him sliding out of me.

“You’re so tight,” he grits through his teeth. “I’ll never get used to this.”

“Faster, Isaac, please,” I beg against his ear.

He tightens his grip on my thighs and thrusts so quickly I can’t take a breath.

A low hum of pleasure rumbles deep in his chest and it makes my core clench violently.

I hold onto his shoulders tightly as he continues his frantic pace. I can’t focus on anything else—there is nothing left but his body and mine.

“More?” he pants, sweat forming on his brow even in the cold.

I make a small, barely audible sound like a breathy coo. My mind can’t focus enough to formulate a real response.

He shifts his arms, twisting them so that he’s holding me behind the knees in the crooks of his elbows. I’m spread wide open for him, completely at his mercy.

His movements are slow for a moment, his eyes trained on my fully exposed opening. His bottom lip is pulled tight between his teeth as he watches himself, feral pleasure carved into his face.

When he looks up, my body shudders. There is a gleam in his eyes. He rocks back, then thrusts forward so quickly I’m nailed to the tree.

I’m wound so impossibly tight. I feel like I’m going to explode from the pressure.

He leans forward, dropping his face into my neck, his labored breaths hot against my skin. He sucks my mark and my body ignites.

I scream into the cold air, his name falling from my lips through broken sobs. He doesn’t let up, his brutal pace prolonging the spasming of my muscles.

I thrash against him as he pummels me—everything is too sensitive now. My hands hold his shirt limply, doing nothing to help support my weight.

The muscles in his chest and arms shake. He meets my eyes and he looks…surprised. A cry straight from his gut rips past his lips as he clings to me tightly.

His body jerks forward, his weight against my chest as desperate, begging whimpers fill the air. It’s like he wasn’t expecting it, like he doesn’t understand what’s happening to his body.

I feel him, deep inside me, twitching over and over again. “Fuck,” he barely whispers against my chest.

After a moment he spins us around so that his back is against the tree. He slides down to the ground with me over his hips. I yelp in surprise, clinging to him.

“Sorry, baby. I thought I was going to fall over.” He presses a kiss to my neck. “That was…”

“Yeah, it was.”

He rolls his hips beneath me, his length still inside of me.

“Oh God, nooooo,” I whine.

He throws his head back against the tree and laughs. I watch his face and it brings tears to my eyes. I want him to be this happy always, this carefree. But it’s such a rare thing.

He stops and nuzzles his face into my neck. “I’m not always tense, little mate. It’s what you’ve known since you regained your memories but…when you’re safe, when we’re home…”