Bawdy Ballads

Bound Together

I pulled back and he gave me a confused look. “How can I help you be free too?”

“The only way to break the wolf curse was to find a woman raised by women. A woman who reached maturity without knowing the touch of man, who can accept the man and the wolf and agrees without coercion to be this wolf-man’s mate forevermore will the curse be undone,” he recounted like it was a prophecy.

“Mate forevermore,” I repeated nipping at my lower lip in thought.

He growled a deep rumble in his chest and I gave him a quizzical look. “That is sexy Scarlet,” he warned. My lips lifted pleasurably. “So yes, if you agree and we mate my curse will lift but I couldn't command you to agree so I had to break your curse first.”

“So, um, we’d have too . . .”

“Make love,” he answered and I blushed hotly, “and you would need to say aloud that you want to be with me alone forevermore.”

“Like marriage?”

“Yes sweet morsel,” he smirked. “Will you marry me, Scarlet and allow me to stay with you always?"

“Yes,” I answered, realizing my heart was screaming the truth to me for so long. I fell in love with Avery years ago. I missed him wholeheartedly when he was away. I never wanted to be away from him again.

“My sweet little lamb,” he growled, walking us from the kitchen back towards my room. He knelt on the bed and I dropped back blinking up at him. “Stay,” he grinned. I gave an eager nod. He smirked, hooking the waistband of my leather leggings rolling them down easily, shucking them and my boots in a single move. His eyes glowed as he scanned my body. I trembled and he smirked. “Naughty lamb.”

“I want you Avery, please.”

“Sweet morsel, I love you so much,” he said as he shucked his own pants standing nude and aroused before me once more. “Take off your shirt, little lamb.” I leaned up enough to tug the linen up and off laying back against the bed naked before him. He knelt between my legs. “Spread your thighs for me.”

My legs obeyed and he grinned wickedly as he leaned down licking along my already wet p***y. “Avery!” I cried out.

“You taste so good,” he purred, inserting a finger sliding it in and out slowly until my hips moved demanding more. “Stay still little lamb or I will spank you.” I froze as my heart raced at the idea. A shiver of wicked delight burnt through my body imagining that sharp sting on my ass. He flicked his tongue over my throbbing c**t and I cried out as all that want stormed inside of me demanding release. “Not yet,” he cooed. His eyes captured mine as he shifted between my legs sliding his hard c**k along my wet slit.

“Avery, please love,” I begged achingly, needing so much more than the incredible tease he could do.

“It might hurt a bit sweetheart,” he warned and I gave a nod. He pressed in and we both moaned as my body stretched and pulsed to fit him. He rocked back and I growled. “Oh was my lamb a wolf in sheep's clothing the whole time?” he teased.

“Avery,” I groaned, “more.”

He leaned down, kissing me deeply as he slid in deeper before rocking back. He repeated the move a few times until I bit his lip in frustration. “Put your legs higher on my hips baby,” he instructed. My legs lifted and I felt him slide in so much deeper. His hard c**k pressed tight and I felt a sharp sting move through me followed by immense pleasure. “Perfect love,” he moaned, moving faster. This was what my body was aching for.

My hips moved to match his thrusts as he moved quicker going deeper. My whole body quivered around him as that heat threatened me like a tsunami. “Avery, god I’m going to . . .”

“c*m for me baby,” he growled and I came so hot, so wet. My p***y pulsed clenching around his hard c**k. He drove in deep and I felt his c**k throb as he came deep inside. I curled my arms around his neck locking my entire body to his.

“I love you so much Avery,” I whispered into his chest.

“By the gods,” he groaned, shivering against me. I guess the icy chill moved over his back but the shivering made me quake and he started thrusting again deep and fast drawing out orgasm after orgasm before rolling us so he was beneath me once more. I laid on his chest listening to his racing heart.

“Avery, your heart,” I breathed.

“The better to love you with my sweet morsel,” he replied, rubbing up and down my back softly. “Thank you for breaking my curse, my love.”

“You broke mine first,” I shrugged but kissed above his racing heart. Maybe a life in the woods with the gentle wolf who stole my heart wasn’t a bad command to obey.