FORTY-ONE

Xander

I'M GOING TO FUCK HER ON MY FATHER'S GRAVE.

Stalking toward his headstone, my fingers pull the zipper at her back down while my mouth continues to consume her—her lips, her tongue, and her warm blood. I can't get enough, and my wolf howls for more.

Moving one hand to her shoulder, I trace my fingers down her toned arm, pushing the thin strap of her top off. And then I do the same to the other side. Her bare chest heaves with her shallow breaths, her rounded breasts lifting with each inhale. My fingers tingle, begging to touch every inch of my mate's flesh. My hands clasp around her sides and glide down her hips. Dipping my fingertips under her jumpsuit, I push the smooth material over her rounded bum until it pools at her ankles.

Her hands move to my neck and trail down the front of my shirt. Gripping the material, she growls and pulls it apart, popping the remaining buttons off as she does. Her arms readily encircle my naked waist, tugging my chest to hers. We both moan at the feeling of being skin to skin, of the heat of our bodies and the sweat slickening our flesh.

Setting her against the headstone, I step back panting. Tossing my shirt off and unbuckling my belt, I take a moment to stare at her. The soft blue of the moon darkens her normally pale-pink nipples to a dusky rose. Her black lace thong stands out against the milkiness of her smooth skin. Her face is partially hidden in soft shadows, with her eyes glowing green and white. Her fox is with her, as my wolf is with me. With my shirt gone, belt open, and zipper down, I return to her—return to my heart.

Her arms reach out for me, and I pull her in, letting our chests rub and caress against each other, while our hands stroke and brush our backs. Inhaling, I smell nothing but the scent of her arousal held frozen in the cold night air around us. My hand travels down to her seam, and my fingers dip under her thong, finding her hot and soaking. All for me.

Seeking my cock, her hand slips under the waistband of my boxer briefs, eagerly rubbing my tip and stroking my shaft. Our eyes meet with a knowing. We can't take our time. I turn her around and bend her over, placing her hands on the top of his headstone. Covering her fingers with mine, I wrap hers under the buffed stone before trailing my hands down the sides of her body to her hips. Standing up, I pull her ass back and up, lengthening her out until the middle of her spine dips below her hands and ass.

My hands rub and fondle her rounded backside, which is high on exhibit in her hot-as-hell heels. My fingers hook her thong, pulling the delicate material down to just above her knees. Stroking my cock with one hand, I hold her hip in the other. Bending over and bringing my mouth to her ear, I whisper, "A primi il mio cuore. "

She gasps, and her legs step apart within the limits of her lace binding. Standing back up, I watch my fingers slip through her slit and spread her lips open, allowing my cock to slowly breach her entrance. My chest constricts, and my breath gets strangled in my throat feeling her heated flesh welcome every inch I have to give her. We're both shaking with need by the time I'm full sheathed inside her, and her ass rocks back for more.

Brushing my hands along her hips and up her ribs, I take hold of her breasts, kneading and massaging her plump titties. I speckle kisses along her spine all the way up her neck. "I love you, Wilhelmina," I murmur worshipfully into her skin.

"I love you, Alexander," she says with a moan as I pull my hips back, dragging my cock through her tight inner walls. Each stroke of my dick is long and powerful, owning the depth of her from my balls, which kiss her outer lips, to my crown tapping her cervix. Her body quivers under my mine, and her breasts jiggle in my hands while my fingers pluck her nipples. Peppering kisses along either side of her neck, my ears tingle with the sounds of the whimpers she fails to silence between her gasping breaths. With each thrust of my cock, my kisses turn to sucks, and my pants turn to grunts. Her inner walls begin to swell, and her pussy clenches tight around my shaft with the rising pressure of her building orgasm.

Kissing my way to my newest mark, I growl, "Come for me." Then I press my teeth into her, biting down on the sensitive flesh. The flesh I own on her body.

Wilhelmina's breathless whimpers soon become strangled cries, and her shaking body stills to stone, bracing for the impact of her own pleasure. Closing my eyes, I will myself not to get swept up by the flooding of her core and the pulsing of her narrow channel around my shaft. My dick will do what is needed to keep her pleasure rolling, while my mouth savors the flavor of her blood and my chest soaks in the warmth of her body. My ears prick at her sounds of pleasure amplified in the cold night air. Sounds that are calling for mine.

Giving my bitemark one last long, lavish lap, I brace my hands on her shoulders and erect my spine. I trail my hands over her shoulder blades, feeling the bumps of her ribs down her narrow waist, until I firmly clasp the sides of her hips. "Hold on, il mio cuore ," I command. Her body stiffens, and her fingers tighten their grip on my father's headstone.

He's dead. He's buried. We danced. Now we fuck.

I'm fucking my true-mate, my little fox, my heart, as the divine has chosen, on the grave of my abusive and tyrannical father, the dead alpha wolf. My hips pull back, showing my hard shaft absolutely coated in her cream. Digging my fingers into her meaty flesh, I snap my hips forward, impaling her with my slickened rod. She cries out, but her body holds. Her body always holds. My pace increases, and my force with it. She takes it. She'll take all I have to give, because she's mine.

She is meant for me. It is her mind that confounds my brain. It is her spirit that excites my soul. It is her love that soothes my heart. And it's sure as fuck her cunt that my cock craves.

The buzzing of blood pulsing through my veins fills the open spaces between the guttural grunts and groans thumping through my chest. Sweat beads on my forehead and drips from the ends of my hair, blurring my vision. All of the emotions from the day are wrapping around each other, coalescing into a tight sphere of painful pressure behind the cage of my ribs. The pressure continues to wind and grow, pushing outward, looking for a release. Arching my spine, I expand my chest and throw my head back, whipping my hair out of my face and the sweat out of my eyes, while my dick continues to pound into my mate.

The rising emotions eclipse my vision, blurring my perception, and I watch the cosmos breathe. The twinkling stars against the darkening sky brighten and dim. Amid all the specks of light in a vast universe, our sun is but one of them. My head throbs, and my heart catches at the enormity of it all, of how everything is both miraculous and meaningless. Under the truth of the stars, the coiled sphere of pain evaporates, leaving only love. It all happens within the blink of an eye, and soon I'm back on this earthly plane. Feeling lightheaded with the wisdom of the stars swirling through my consciousness, I glimpse down, seeing us joined, feeling us joined, my body, her body, and my body in hers. I know she is my peace.

In her, I am sanctified .

My thrusts take on a power fueled by the universe, and I let myself embrace the spiritual, the belief in the divine surrounding me. I'm gifted with the overflowing of her juices. Little drops of her slick form on the underside of my balls drip and splash down onto his grave. I grit my teeth at the sight. It seems sacrilegious that her precious nectar would fall on such unworthy ground. Her tart, molten pleasure is more holy to me than his entire being. I'd gladly get on my knees and pray to her pussy every Sunday. "FUCK YES!" I bellow out like an animated televangelist as my cock hammers into her with naked devotion. Glorious, magnificent, pleasurable pressure coils and builds from the base of my spine all the way to my crown. My entire being trembles and quivers spastically as my cock swells, until I explode inside my fated mate, paying homage with my seed and howling out my prayers for her, for the divine, into the night.

I collapse over my mate's body, my fingers gripping alongside hers. The music continues to drum with our panting breath. I pry Billie's fingers from the headstone and pull her up to standing.

Before leaving, we deposit the worms and wipe our hands.

Dead. Buried. Danced. Fucked. Worm food. Done.