Ravenwood(74)
“Yes,” he said fiercely, his hand sliding from her belly to her flank, squeezing at the flesh of her backside. “Does that bother you?”
“And how will they know you are mine?” Elinore felt a surge of feminine strength at her question. If it was to be known to other wolves that she was Caleb’s, she wanted it known that he was hers. His lips quirked in an almost hesitant smile and the hand that was underneath her gown moved up from her backside, over her hips and then slid down her front until his fingers rested against her intimately - not yet inside her, but teasing lightly against her opening. Suddenly, she understood. He was marking her and, in the same way, she was marking him. It made her blush, but also made her feel powerful.
“Yes.” She yanked his head down so she could bite at his lips. His fingers slipped into her and it was still new and wonderful. She moved her other hand down between them and shyly touched his member, feeling it hard under her hand. It was also soft, so strangely soft yet hard. She tried to concentrate on how it felt even as Caleb’s fingers moved inside her, distracting her. Feeling braver, she wrapped her hand around the length of him and he cursed, like he had last night. He propped himself up on his elbow, creating space between them and looked down at her hand on him. Elinore couldn’t help but look as well. Those were her slim, pale fingers against the darkening flesh of him. Wetness pearled at the tip, pale against his skin. She was doing that. She was making him cant his hips forward, thrusting into her hand. Her eyes darted to where his fingers were sinking into her, her thighs spread wide, wantonly. She was mesmerized. His thumb found that extra sensitive spot inside her again and she gasped. His fingers slipped out of her and he rose up suddenly and threw the bedclothes off, irritated by them. He was just out of reach and she strained to come up on her elbows until Caleb dropped his weight back down on her, luxurious and decadent. She wrapped her hand around him again, feeling the silken texture of his skin overlaid on top of his hard length. He nosed against the shell of her ear and whispered filthy things he wanted to do to her, things she wanted to blush at. At the same time, she wanted to hold him down and make him fulfill each one like a promise.
His fingers inside her were relentless - pressing in, sliding out - and she felt the same building sensation that she’d had the night before, like she was chasing something only this time she knew what it was, she knew what it would feel like and she wanted it. Caleb kissed her hard and she reveled in it. She heard wanton sounds escape her mouth, mixing with similar sounds coming from him. Her back arched as she reached the crest of the sensation - feeling too much and not enough simultaneously. Her body relaxed against the bed all at once and he reared up and wrapped his hand around hers, still on his member. Even in her lax state she tried to watch how he touched himself, how he liked it, knowing she wanted to do this again. He tightened his hand on hers, holding himself in a firm grip, moving their hands faster. With a gasp he was spilling onto her, like he had last night. This time she understood it for it what it was - a marking, a claim, a declaration to any wolf who came near her. This belongs to me. She reached up and gripped at his neck, pulling him down roughly, wrapping her legs around him tightly, devouring his mouth even as his belly pressed against hers, spreading his seed on them both. If he was marking her, she would mark him as well. Everyone would know that he belonged to her and no one else. She arched her back, pressing herself against him, willing her mark to be on him the same way his was on hers. She wanted any wolf that met him to know that he was taken and they would have to answer to her should they attempt to discredit her claim.
Coming back to reality felt like floating on a bed of water. Caleb undulated his hips slowly against hers and she heard a low purring sound coming from her throat and marveled at it. It was decidedly feline and the thought made her giggle.
“What?” he whispered against her lips. “What are you laughing at?”
“I’m purring like a cat,” she murmured. “I thought we were wolves.”
He laughed along with her and she bathed in the sound, feeling warm and happy. He rolled them over so that she was atop him, her legs bracketing his hips. Caleb pushed her hair out of her face, trying to hold the mass of it back with his hand. She leaned over and was about to kiss him again when a knock at his door made her freeze. She stared wide-eyed at him like a child caught with her hand in a cookie jar.
“Mr. Vollmond? Shall I tell the cook to hold breakfast for you?”
One of the staff. Mary, if Elinore recognized her voice correctly. She blushed furiously, imagining what would happen if she was to open the door and come in, finding her astride Caleb, holding back her laughter by clamping a hand over her mouth.
Caleb cleared his throat twice before he could speak. At first, he started to decline breakfast, but Elinore pinched him, hard on his hip, gathering the lean flesh between her fingers and mouthing, ‘I’m hungry’ at him.
“Please tell the cook I shall be down momentarily,” Caleb called out and Elinore smoothed the pinched area of his flank with her fingertips.
“You,” Caleb began and he clasped her around the waist as he sat up abruptly and she nearly squealed, almost turned on her backside by the sudden movement. She clutched at his shoulder, steadying herself, threading her fingers through his hair.
Caleb sighed at her ministrations. “You shall be the death of me.” He kissed her once soundly on the lips and then smacked her leg. “We should ferry you back to your room before the servants find you missing.”