His lips moved against mine again, hard and fierce. He lifted me then, again as if I weighed nothing, moving me up to a standing position even as he rose to stand himself. My panties already gone from our first encounter of the night backstage, when he lifted me up now so that I could wrap my legs around his waist, my wetness met his rock hard flesh, let his erection move into my folds. With one rock, he moved me to where his cock could slide right inside my body. Suspended, I used my feet on his ass in conjunction with my thighs to pull myself toward him. So ready, so wanting, I slid around him, took him inside of me, with ease.
As I stretched around him, an unhuman sound ripped from my throat. Luckily, he silenced it with another searing kiss. He slid in and out fast, his arms steadying me against the wall easily. My body welcomed the rush. I felt my inner walls contract around him, tearing a sound of longing from his own chest.
My back protected by the clothing I still wore against the rough brick of the wall, he held me steady as he thrust in and out of me. The sounds of our flesh hitting against each other’s created a perfect rhythm that increased at a fast and furious pace. I put everything I had into holding onto him, with my hands and with my inner walls. My muscles squeezed and released, edging him on, I hoped.
His pace quickened still, until I had to dig my fingers into his back just to hold on. I’d never been taken like this, not even backstage before his show tonight. We’d rushed then, but he’d been gentle about it. That moment had been more a reunion , thirst we’d had to quench. This moment seemed more primal, more about mating, if you will. Passion overwhelming each sense, each nerve ending, we bonded as our bodies collided together again and again and again. The edge of desperation, though, the force within him that he needed to reconcile with, it accelerated his hips, tightened his hold on me.
“I need to be inside you like I need to breathe. I need to be with you just to keep my heart beating. But, I can’t fail you. I can’t shirk my obligations to you,” he whispered in a rush of words in my ear. “How could I ever live without touching you now even though I must stop this?”
His hot breath sent shivers down my spine. He’d punctuated each word with quick, steady thrusts. I only met him move for move as I held on for dear life, burying my face in his neck.
“Don’t.”
My single word came out but a croak as contractions ripped through my core. He seemed to fall apart just as I did. The feeling of his hot cum hitting just that right spot sent me over the edge like I’d never been before. The world blurred into only hot passion, glorious orgasm, and desperate need. If asked later, I’d claim we’d truly become one.
“I think you need to re-evaluate your obligations. I need you this way. I need you as a man as much as I need you as a wolf. I can’t live with only one side of you anymore,” I said despite my heavy breathing. “Is my safety so much more important than my happiness? They couldn’t save my father, so wouldn’t they want to save me?”
Tears came then. I sobbed softly on his shoulder even as small contractions continued to ripple through my body. He folded me into his arms, one hand flat across my back for support as the other hand cradled my neck and head. He rocked me even as he remained inside me. The warmth of his naked body against me engulfed me, a mix of heat and power and electricity. It not only tingled over my skin, but it surged through me, giving me an inner strength I’d never known.
I sat up then, looked right at him. Calm, whole if that makes sense, I stated with the pure tone of authority, “I’m a better person with you as a man and wolf. I’m whole, confident, and alive, which would mean alert. I may be grasping at straws here, but wouldn’t that also make me safer, live longer?”
“Please don’t cry,” he said in a low, mournful growl. “I’ve screwed up again.”
“No!” I grumbled. “This is what I need from you. No more guilt or apologies. These were happy tears.” I swiped at my face, clearing them away.
“Okay. But, I doubt your argument would hold anyway. My biggest fear is asking them permission and being denied the right to protect you, being assigned then to another wolf, and losing you. I mean, I always knew I would someday. You humans have such short lives, but you are still so young, and I plan on keeping you safe, so it’s not that great a concern yet. Regardless, I can’t risk getting permission.”