Woman of the Woods

Ch. 11 An Alpha's Luna

The next few days consisted of endless gown fittings, uncomfortable poking and prodding, and worst of all, In Celendria's opinion, pampering. She detested everyone fawning over her like a precious porcelain doll. All she could find herself thinking about was running off into the forest. Not to run from Silas and her future with him, but solely to escape for a few hours and be wild.

Luckily, Silas saw Cellie getting stir crazy and assigned her a lady's maid but more for the sake of friendship than servitude.

As Celendria stood atop a small step stool enduring her final dress fitting. She chatted happily with her new friend. All the dress fittings took place in a small guest room on the opposing side of the estate. It was more simple and less boisterous over here. Less chance of someone interrupting the seamstresses.

"So, Cara. Do you have a mate?" She peers down at her newly assigned lady's maid just happy to have some kinship other than Silas.

"Yes, my mate is Terrin, Alpha's Beta and best friend. They have known each other since they were pups."

The name rang a bell in my mind...Terrin..Terrin..Terr. Ohhhhh. He was the one who barged in when we were in the Village. SHITE he saw me. He saw I am an elf. He could out me...I need to talk to Silas.

I nod smiling, in reality sheerly to hide my terror at the recollection.

"Make sure to come to breakfast tomorrow Luna. I will save you a seat. Terrin should actually be back from his patrol duties in the village, you could meet him."

Her voice was chipper, it complimented her hazel eyes and ashy blonde bob well. As the seamstresses finished they stepped back and observed me. The whispered amongst themselves, occasionally motioning towards my awkwardly stood form.

" Luna, the gown will be finished for tomorrow evening. we have some final touches to make and of course the final colors and accents. We will come to dress you at 6:00."

With the end of their statement they quickly stripped me of the gown and made their way out into the endless estate halls. Cara helped me down from the stool and handed me my day gown. I dropped the fabric over my shoulders and relaxed in the comfortable simplicity.

" I will be sure to attend breakfast tomorrow Cara." I answered with a smile. I treasured the idea of getting to spend time with my friend but the thought of Terrin still scared me a bit.

What if he tells everyone the truth about me?

With a hug and a hasty goodbye Cara left the room to continue with her other duties. I located my boots and slid them on my slender feet. I stood straight only to be met by a hard chest meeting my back and large hands wrapped around my arms.

His scent flooded the room, almost drowning me. I melted into his hold. He leaned down and inhaled deeply, his fingers weaved into my hair and skated over the top of my collar bones. His touch made my knees weak and my stomach knot in want. I could feel the crimson erupt over my cheeks and nose.

"Little one, pull yourself together. I can smell you a mile away." His voice was low and cavernous, I could tell his wolf Garret was present as well in his tone.

"Si.."

She was halted by his soft warm lips meeting her neck, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She tried to hold it back but a small whimper fell from her lips as his hands caressed down her sides landing on her hips and pulling her up against him.

"See what you do to me Cellie."

She could feel as he hardened against her. It made a sweltering heat birth between her thighs.

Silas spun her around hastily and sat her atop an empty table situated against the back wall of the room. His mouth captured hers roughly as his hand gripped the back of her head deepening his actions.

Cellie wrapped her legs around his waist and repeatedly pushed against his length. He groaned in a deep gravelly tone at her actions. She silently reveled at the fact she could make him react in such a manner.

His mouth travelled down her neck, leaving a trail of heat and sparks in its wake. She noticed his ebony eyes glowing with the shadow of an orange hue. There was no stopping this now.

She gasped breathy as Silas's hand pushed her dress up to her thighs and his palm cupped her heat.

"Mine." His voice was ragged and hungry.

She whimpered as he drew away from her. The lack of his warmth almost causing her pain.

He smirked darkly at her before kneeling down and spreading her legs apart.

"Say it Little one, tell me who you belong to."

Her burgundy eyes followed his face as it dived into her. Her knees quaked in his hold as his tongue danced over her entry, teasing ever so slightly.

She tangled her hands in his obsidian hair as his warm breath invaded every part of her core.

"Shite..." Her voice was broken and labored and his tongue delved deeper inside her.

Silas smirked into her as he felt her walls clamping down on his tongue.

While continuing his invasion his fingers trailed their way up to her bead and began to circle around it lovingly.

Her sweet moans filled the room.

"I...I'm yours, I belong t..to you."

As he felt her edging closer he withdrew from her and removed his cloths. Her took in her flushed and ecstasy ridden body before him. Ripping the dress from her form and tossing it to the ground, he lifted her from the table and held her against the wall positioning himself below her.

"Beg for me Little one."

She whimpered, the aroma of her want coursed through him like a storm taking over his every urge. Without warning he plunged himself into her, reveling in the vivid light erupting In her eyes as he grazed her sweet spot.

She attempted to close her heavy eye lids but was halted by his reverberating Alpha voice.

" Look at me Cellie, let me see your eyes as you succumb to me."

She obeyed as he quickened his actions, thrusting deeper and harder. She bit into her bottom lip enough to taste blood. Her insides tightened around him, undulating endlessly.

A deep rumbling growl broke from his red round lips. He locked his gaze on her vivid globes. He could see her struggle to keep them open as her warmth gripped tighter around him.

As their bodies fell in time with one another and pure ecstasy poured from both of them into their trembling forms they grew delightedly lax within each other's hold.

"Good job, Little one."

He lifted her into his arms and set her back on the table as he redressed and tied the remainder of Cellie's dress around her to keep her decent.

She fell asleep comfortably as he carried her through the estate to their quarters. He kicked open their bedroom door and delicately placed her on their bed. He locked the room from intruders and then crawled in the covers next to her. He smiled and relaxed as she curled against him with a small yawn.

"I'll never let you go, Little one."

They both slept soundly embraced within one another.