Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Agnar

The sight of Prairie Rose's sweet round ass nearly made him blow his load for the second time in a few minutes. His balls were heavy, and his cock was a weapon standing out in front of him, leaking from the tip. He ached to thrust inside his mate, to fill her and fuck her hard and fast and raw, until her tight little cunt was clenching all around him, milking him.

"Put your arms behind your back. I want you to clasp your hands together."

She hesitated and he grinned ferally, knowing how hard it would be for her to comply. Her ass had to go up further in the air and she had to press her cheek harder against the blanket and rely on balance alone to keep her upright.

She got her hands twisted behind her and then laced her fingers. She had to spread her legs just a little bit further apart, which gave him a full, lovely view of her drenched folds and wet thighs.

He loved to see her like this, open and ready for him. Prairie Rose was teaching him about sweetness, about tenderness and about love. But she made love like he did, with a ferociousness that knew no bounds. His hands stroked her ass cheek and then suddenly he slapped her.

She gasped and then moaned.

Agnar chuckled to himself, it was dark in the cave, but he knew he'd leave a handprint. Before the sting wore off, he ran his finger around her asshole, teasing her. They'd explored each other's bodies and he thought he'd never tire of learning about his mate.

She parted her legs even wider, almost taunting him with the sight, "Your cunt is greedy today," he said as he leaned over and licked her slowly. She squirmed and before she had a chance to say anything he brought his hand down again.

"Oh fuck," Prairie Rose gasped.

"That is the plan," he said, his voice rough with lust. "But first I want to give you a little reminder. When you shift later and run through the woods with the pack your ass will burn, and you'll think of me every step."

"I already think about you with every step I take."

He knew now that it was his heart that lurched. He knew what that slightly sick sensation was in his gut. It hit hard and felt like the pain of frozen skin plunged into red-hot water. It felt like he was exposing his insides, wearing them on his outside. Only for her. Only for his mate. He could allow the feeling, only because it was right that he should feel possessive of her. He should want her to give her the sweetest, most intimate and intricate parts of herself. It was right for mates to know each other beyond just their bodies.

He could allow happiness. It was no longer a sin. He was no longer in Arizona. He was done with that. The last door closed on that part of his life when he'd taken an oath to a new alpha. The ones they'd lost would stay with them. It was good to remember. It was good to hurt. But it was also good to heal, to acknowledge that his story was far from written, and to even find a sort of contentment.

She twisted around, wriggling so she could turn her face and look back at him. "You're beautiful, do you know that? The light coming in from the cave… it's just enough to frame you. You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen."

He shook his head in amazement that she could find beauty in the wreck of his body. He caressed her ass again, then brought his hand back down suddenly. It was gentle, but she screamed, unprepared. He leaned forward and drove his tongue between her folds, tasting her nectar as she ground her clit against his beard. Then sitting back on his heels when he felt her breathing quicken, he said, "That is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

She somehow kept her fingers locked together even though she was on the verge of coming apart. She was stronger than she looked. He knew that now. When they'd first met, he'd underestimated her completely, mistaking her kindness as a weakness. But now he realized she was as much of a warrior as he was, except her strength was on the inside.

"Agnar," she moaned, her pussy was so wet she was dripping, fresh, round, delicious beads of moisture. They were going to be wasted on the blanket, and he couldn't have that. He swiped his hand between her legs, coating his fingers in her juices, then brought them to his mouth.

He sucked his fingers clean, humming as the sharp tang of her blossomed in his mouth. The scent of her arousal sharpened in the small cave. There was no doubt about how much she wanted him. He could practically hear the thunderous pounding of her heart.

He grasped her hips and turned her around.

He was going to reward her sweet, needy pussy with his cock, but first he'd reward her with his mouth.

At the first lick, her head fell back, and she moaned.

She grasped his hair, desperate to pull him into her. He used his tongue to tease her clit, pressing down hard and then lashing it with slow, rolling licks. "Yes. There. Oh my god."

She tried to grind her hips into his face, but he moved away, parting her and licking slowly along her slit. He dug his fingers into her ass where he knew she'd still have the afterburn from his slaps.

He thrust his tongue inside her and she screamed. He lifted her hips higher and ate her like he'd gone crazy. She went there too, wild and disheveled, riding his face even from her back.

He kept plunging his tongue inside her until she was thrashing all over the place. She looked like a wild animal, wounded and begging for mercy. He wasn't going to give any. No quarter. He stopped filling her and gave her what he knew would finish her off, but not enough to let her come. He swirled his tongue over her clit instead of sucking it and licking it, scraping his teeth over it. He gave her the hot, horrible pleasure of it until she was begging. Sobbing. Broken.

She tried to speak, but there was nothing but low whimpers and hiccups, sobs wrenched in half. She dropped her hands from his hair. He wasn't something she could hold onto. She grabbed for the blanket instead and she showed it no mercy either. She clutched it with strength beyond her normal ability, her body twisting, on the verge of breaking.

It was glorious. She was glorious. His sun, his sunset, his light.

His love.

He thought he was done with living, but then she fought for him, and she gentled him and she held on to him. She made him hers.

She was almost there even though he refused to give her what she needed. He could feel it coming in every feral twist and broken moan echoing through the cave. It was her own special place, and she'd brought him here. She'd brought him to fuck him and love him and make him truly hers now that he'd given his oath and become a part of her pack for life.

She tried to shove his face away and get her fingers in place, but he wouldn't let her finish herself off like that.

He gave her what she needed, only because he desired to see and feel and taste her coming more than he desired to keep tormenting her. He repositioned, getting on his knees. He picked her shaking legs up and threw them over his shoulders. When he grasped her hips, she cried out as his fingers sunk into her skin.

He hammered into her, one brutal thrust, filling her until his balls slapped against her ass, which made her cry turn guttural.

He could already feel her clenching around his cock, so needy, aching to come.

He worked her hard over his dick, thrusting at the same time. Every single thrust was met with euphoria and pain. His fingers on her ass, her sensitive skin smacking up against him, his cock splitting her in half. She had to be full to the point where that stretch ached. She vibrated with pleasure anyway. With need.

Her back bowed off the blanket. Her shoulders were pretty much the only thing connected. Her head curled into her chest. Her eyes were closed, and he loved seeing the violent, passionate expression that she wasn't even aware of. She struggled to breathe against the onslaught, her belly rippling and her lips parting with every breath she dragged in.

He tried to reach deeper with every thrust. He was hungry for her. It felt like a hunger that would never be sated. He wanted her more with every touch, every kiss, every taste, every thrust. He wanted to make her his. He wanted to open up the locked away parts of himself and let her in. He wanted her stamp of ownership written all over his insides.

He wanted to let her love him.

Maybe she'd even teach him how to do the same.

He made sure that he twisted with every long thrust, and then he increased the pace, their bodies slamming together, the friction hitting her against her sore skin but also against her clit.

She must have felt like she'd been on the brink forever, and when her pussy started clenching him, he wondered if she was even aware it was happening.

She was aware when it finally exploded over her. Her whole body twisted and warped violently. She shuddered and strained against him, trying to grab him. He grasped her hands and hauled her up so that his cock was taken away from her, but he slammed her down on top of him hard, her legs stretched out behind him. She went wild in his lap, either still coming or thrown into a second orgasm.

She was so tight, her muscles clenching around him as her pussy spasmed around his cock. He shuddered against her, wrapped his arms around her. His hips rolled again and again, until he was a pillar of fire. Every single cell pressed forward, finding that release, and when it did come, he poured it into her, filling her until he almost blacked out.

She kept moving against him, riding out the waves of her own climax, shuddering and moaning. Their bonding scent flooded the small cave as he claimed his mate and she claimed him back.

Mine.

He'd filled her full, and every movement caused some of that sticky wetness to spill out of her and coat both of them.

He kept rocking with her until he was sure the pleasure was spent, but even then, it was still a long while before either of them moved.

It was Prairie Rose who opened her eyes first. She took his face between her palms and kissed him, a satisfied, fulfilled, leisurely kiss that made him want to chase another round of passion with her there in that little cave.

"As much as I'd like to stay here all day with you, people will look for us. We're late, but that doesn't matter. Couples break off all the time." She untangled herself and stood up. She held out her hand to him anyway.

He clasped it, his heart pounding out that same sentiment she'd expressed. He was torn, half of him wanting to participate in that run with the pack and the other half that wanted to keep her with him, just like this, skin to skin, for the rest of eternity.

She ducked outside and came back with the braces. She sat down across from him and held them like the boys did, with reverence and care, and she looked at them with something close to love, not disdain. Because they didn't look at them as a weakness, he'd lost that sense of shame.

"I'll help you and then I'll shift and I'll be right behind you."

"I'm sorry." He still felt the need to apologize for not being whole. For her having to bear this burden right along with him.

She arranged the braces in her lap and caressed his face. "I'm not sorry. Not at all. I'm so honored that you're my mate. I would make that choice over and over again that day, to put myself in the hands of fate and be delivered to you."

The entire world was in her eyes. He saw himself there, fitting into it. Maybe romance could be hard and cruel, and love could be grief and bite and imperfection.

Somewhere inside him, that deep and secret place, gave a sigh of relief.

He was home.