“Don’t ever leave me,” I said, the words tumbling free before I could stop them, knowing he would run and never come back.

My face was pressed to his throat, and I opened my mouth against the flushed, sweaty skin that tasted even better than it smelled.

I have my own mind just for that reason.” There’s nothing I should be doing but lying here with you,” he rumbled, easing gently from my body only to roll me into his arms and hold me to his wildly beating heart. The aftershocks were rippling through me, his cum was seeping from my body, and I didn’t want him out of me or off me, but still, finding my voice, I said, “You should-” But it wasn’t fair that just because all that I was had chosen him, that he had to live with the consequences of what I was sure he thought was simply taking me to bed. I was going to say something glib, give him his out, let him go even though I’d felt everything lock into place for me. He came hard, his orgasm seconds behind mine, and there was warmth inside me, and I was held tight as his body shuddered.

There was the beating of his heart, his woodsy, musky, earthy scent, the warmth of his silky skin, and then his mouth open on my back, kissing and licking, and it was as though everything I was, everything I was connected to that was chaotic and crazy, my land, the battle being waged, me being a guardian, all folded down from being enormous and out of control and insane…to simply us. What could I be expected to fix or keep safe? How could that ever work?īut then…but then…he was there. It was terrifying because it seemed like everything was out of my control. “You need to come!” he roared, and being so completely under his control, him showing me his strength and caring, his heart there for the taking, and giving me what I needed and craved, sent me hurtling over the edge.įor a moment, I felt like something was severed in me, something broke and I was floating free, cut off from who I was. The rutting undid me, made me shameless, and I howled his name, as he heaved over me, feeling the strain of having my orgasm just there, out of reach. “Already done,” he promised, turned my head, and ground his mouth over mine, sucking on my tongue as he moved inside me, finally letting me breathe as his hand wrapped in my hair, using it like a leash he pulled taut, curving my spine, lifting my ass, hammering inside. It wasn’t hard, and it didn’t hurt instead, with how insistent he was that he wanted me on my hands and knees, it made me beg for more of him, needing him deeper, wanting him to move faster, make me his. “I want you,” he said, taking hold of my hair and pulling.

Mine by mary calmes