Cycle and Bonding

Layla

Running felt incredible at this moment. My energy was high, my body was craving movement. I sprinted as fast as I could, eventually finding a meadow to frolic in. Sure, it might not be the smartest move to be out alone in unfamiliar territory, especially during my cycle, but Axel’s scent on me provided some comfort. Plus, I wasn’t in the mood to overthink. All I wanted was to let my wolf take over and ease the tension until my mate returned.

I left the meadow behind and headed toward a lake. I decided to run around it before heading back home. He had to be home by now, he had to be close. The things I wanted him to do to me right now were downright sinful.

I couldn’t stop thinking about it, about what it would lead to. The urge to sink my teeth into his flesh, marking him as mine, was as strong as the need to feel him knotting me.

I was halfway around the lake when I felt a shiver run down my spine. I slowed my pace, my fur standing on end. I took a defensive stance, scanning the underbrush. I heard a sound, something fast approaching from behind. I turned and snarled. I might be in my cycle, but that didn’t mean my wolf was suddenly docile. I was a wild creature in human form. A werewolf was far from a domesticated pet.

A black lycan emerged, slowing down at the sight of me and my bared teeth. He responded to my challenge, showing his own teeth. He was larger than me, but I relaxed slightly when I recognized Axel’s scent. Despite the tension, his black eyes seemed wilder, darker. They held an edge of darkness that made my insides melt.

He made me feel hot, he wasn’t hiding any of his traits right now. His energy was powerful and commanding. It screamed of the dominant alpha he was. My wolf wanted to submit to him right then and there.

But my rational mind held me back. I wasn’t sure of his mood. He had clearly come looking for me, advancing slowly. His clawed hands dug into the ground, and I had to tilt my head to look up at him.

~Are you mad?~ I asked through our mind-link. I needed to know his state of mind. He had to know I was in heat. I needed to know how to respond to his approach. His teeth weren’t bared, but I could see the tension in his muscles. It seemed like he had rushed straight from the house to find me.

~You shouldn’t be out here.~ His tone was tense, angry. I moved as he approached, circling him slowly, keeping my guard up. He turned with me, watching.

I could see his desire to pounce, his eyes searching for the right moment. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to let him close, given his state of mind. But he was talking, which was a good sign. And I was a she-wolf in heat. I might want him, but we were known for being teases.

~I can run if I want. I wasn’t out here with anyone. Didn’t you see my note?~ I asked him.

~I read it.~

I watched as he inhaled deeply, the breeze carrying my scent toward him.

~We’re not mated yet, and this was a foolish choice. Guess I’ll have to fix this.~ He moved toward me quickly, his intentions clear. I took off on impulse.

His speed caught me off guard. He darted in front of me, stopping abruptly. I nearly ran into him. He immediately got his mouth around the back of my neck and scruff, forcing me down and moving over me. It was all instinct for both of us.

~Shift.~ His command was potent, filled with alpha authority. In my current state, and considering he was my true mate, I obeyed. One moment I was a wolf, the next a human. He released my neck as I shifted, and I tried to get up and move. But Axel didn’t let me. He grabbed me, pulling me back under him, then flipped me onto my back.

I squirmed a little, the need for a chase hitting me. But Axel wasn’t having any of it. He kept me pinned beneath him, a growl rumbling in his throat. I relaxed, and he positioned himself between my legs, ready to enter me. My body clenched as he pressed against me. His mouth met mine for a moment before he spoke against my lips.

“I wanted you waiting for me at home, but I have to admit, the idea of bonding with you here is even more appealing,” he said, biting my lip as he slid into me slowly. I moaned. Yes, this was what I wanted. His body inside mine, I was hypersensitive and needy. A female yearning for her male. I liked being outside too, letting the wild energy of nature fuel my animal instincts. It was far more thrilling than being inside a house.

“Not going to punish me for not listening?” I asked, breathless. He thrust into me hard, filling and stretching me. My head tipped back, a deep moan escaping my lips. There was no waiting, just the primal need of male and female. The intensity between us was always so powerful.

“Of course I am,” he growled, his tongue tracing a path up my neck to my ear. “But first, I want to fuck and mark you.” He moved with a fluid rhythm, his body sliding against mine. It was exactly what I wanted. He could do whatever he wanted, as long as he satisfied my needs.

Axel

When I entered the house and smelled her cycle, my mind went blank for a moment. The air was thick with her scent, but it was slightly stale. I called out her name as I moved forward, but I already knew she wasn’t in the house.

Anger surged within me. Why wasn’t she here? Where was she? Was she with another male, satisfying her needs instead of waiting for me? If that was the case, there would be hell to pay. But then I saw the note in the kitchen. I don’t remember shifting. All I remember is entering the woods and taking off. She was out there, in her cycle, for anyone to smell, and it made my wolf anxious, needy, and insecure.

True mate or not, we were used to being lied to, to having to assert our dominance to keep what was ours. And she wasn’t where I had asked her to be. When I picked up her scent, I was relieved to find she was alone. No other wolves were in the area, which helped calm my volatile emotions.

Then a whole new set of emotions surged. All I could think about was catching her. Catching my female and making sure my mark was on her. That I had hers.

When I found her, she was in a fighter’s stance. It inflamed me even more, if that was possible, even as it annoyed me. Her stance changed, though, and when she tried to run, that was simply unacceptable. I told her how this was going to go, that I was going to mate and bond with her.

God, sinking into her body was incredible. I felt my body respond to the pheromones she was releasing in her cycle. The painful arousal I was experiencing intensified, a throbbing pulse at the base of my shaft making me thrust deeper. The sensation of pushing into her tight, slick channel and feeling it grip the most sensitive part of me was almost enough to send me over the edge after just a few thrusts.

She was moaning and gripping me with her hands. Her nails, more like claws, dug into my shoulders and dragged down. I loved the feeling, the slight pain adding to the sweet sensation between her legs.

The intensity of the sensation and the pulsing need low in my body threatened to knot and fill my female. I hoped like hell that she was truly fertile and receptive right now. The thought of coming inside her was a thousand times more potent to me.

I loved how vocal she was. How much she gripped or pulled. The way her body clung to mine, begging for release. She was clearly more than stimulated, and as she came, I bit down over the mark already on her. It was going to stay there, and I would keep sinking my teeth into her over and over.

Even after I got her mark back. My body was moving frantically in hers, searching for that release. It wasn’t going to be enough, though. I knew that. The hard-on I had would take a couple of releases, even after knotting, before needing a break.

“Axel.” My name was a sweet, loud moan from her lips. I knew I was being rough, but I couldn’t help it.

“I love how desperate you sound. You like how rough I get,” I demanded more than asked.

“Sure,” she breathed out, her voice barely above a whisper. “I think you’d enjoy it if I was a bit rougher,” she added, her nails digging into my skin, likely drawing blood, before she bit down hard at the junction of my neck and shoulder.

I couldn’t identify the sound that escaped my lips, but I thrust into her, feeling my climax and an unusual swell. I made sure I was as deep as I could possibly be as I filled her with my seed.

Layla

I kept my teeth in him throughout his release. It felt better that way, and I held onto him tightly. My eyes closed as I felt his body lock with mine, intensifying my own climax. I moaned into his shoulder, biting down just a bit harder, judging by the sound he made, he seemed to enjoy it.

Eventually, I slowly released him from my teeth. My mark was clearly visible, red and deep. I felt a satisfaction I had never experienced before. Axel was quick to push me back onto the soft ground and claim my mouth. His kiss was harsh and demanding, but I loved it. I could also feel him filling my mind and soul.

It was an experience I was not prepared for, seeing all of Axel in that moment as our bond formed. It was as if we had switched minds. I had heard that this sometimes happened with good pairings, but unless you were with your true mate, you were not guaranteed to have the full bond like we were experiencing. In a way, the bond formed by opening yourself completely to your partner, allowing you to see into their mind, their soul, and they into yours. I let it all wash over me, craving it.

He was fiercer than I had realized. I saw the things he had done, his memories. What he was ashamed of, proud of. The events that shaped his life, the secrets that Axel kept hidden in his heart. The damage inflicted by his pack growing up, and his own family was part of the reason his trust in others was so slow.

Why he knew he had to take, or no one would ever respect him. I also saw the changes in him. What it meant to have a friend at his side, the impact of taking Harper and Grace in. Their impact was strong, as were a few others, but I was not prepared to see my effect on his soul. It was humbling and made the sensation of strings pulling us closer.

You can’t change a person who doesn’t want to change, but every person you meet will shape you. I knew that he saw all of me, my regrets, my shortcomings. My strengths, and those who shaped me through my memories.

It was as humbling as it was arousing. It felt like we were one being for a moment and then back in our own minds. I leaned up slightly, a hand on his face, and searched his dark gaze. His mouth was close to mine and I saw all the things I wanted to see in a mate. Was he dangerous? Yes, but he was so much more than that.

“I must admit, sweetness, your soul is far better than mine, but I love knowing you like a bad boy ruining you.”

I felt a small smile spread across my face.

“Or fixing you,” I corrected, and he had a darker smile on his face. He pulled away from me and I wasn’t quite prepared for how he flipped me over and got me on my knees. His hand gripped my hair fiercely to bend me down and hold me in that position. He thrust into me and I nearly screamed at the sensation. It was hard and forceful, he started to rock his body in mine all while holding me in a downward dog pose.

“If your method of fixing me is playing whore for me, then baby, you’ll get all you want.”

I could hear the dark edge of humor in his voice, and I just relaxed into what he was doing. He was so damn hard, so thick and it felt more so in this position. I did like it. I liked the way he spoke to me just then and the sharp way he suddenly smacked my ass. I knew exactly how he felt about me, what was going to grow and so the darker dirty talk I loved.

“Tell me how you like it, Layla, how much you like the feel of my cock filling you. You want it don’t you?” His thrusts were harder and he gripped both my hips to take me fiercely and deep. I stayed down in the pose I was in, gripping the ground and tearing it a bit. I cried out hard as he slapped me a couple of times. I knew he did it because I didn’t answer right away. I felt the burn of his hand on my backside and the rush of wetness it brought to my body.

“Yes! Axel please just fuck me like the whore you want me to be.” I never thought I’d utter such words and mean them. Where before I would have been mortified being asked such a thing, saying it to him, hearing him say it, turned me on like no other.

The sound of his body sliding in and out of mine was slick and with such ease with how wet I was. I could feel the mix of him and me on my thighs. It had brought me to that edge quickly.

“Good girl.” He growled it, and I knew his eyes had to be black. “Good girls get what they ask for,” he said with that dark edge of humor right before he started taking my body in a sweet punishing way I craved. I came crying out for him and wanting him to tie our bodies together again to heighten it.