Woman of the Woods

Ch. 7 Fyre's Estate

Silas procured a pitcher of water and two glasses from the kitchen. He quietly made his way into his quarters and set the pitcher and glasses on the bedstand. He looks down at Celendria peacefully asleep, cocooned in the silk comforter.

Her scent, an intermingling mix of petrichor and lightening dances through the air. The smell alit his senses, making every nerve ending tingle.

His wolf took the lead, his ebony eyes now the color of flowing magma. He slid into the bed and laid down behind Celendria. Even with Silas protesting, his wolf wrapped an arm around her firmly and pulled her back up against the flesh of his chest.

Only then did the wolf back down and let Silas regain control. He didn't dare make another move and risk waking her.

All I want to do is taste her lips. She is so peaceful. If I didn't know any better I would assume she was a mythical Goddess. I just want her to be mine...and mine alone.

He brushed her deep emerald hair from her face trailing his fingers along her flesh till her hair was securely tucked behind her ear. With the back of his fingers he caressed down her cheek to her jaw line. Her ears twitched slightly in response.

"I can't hold back anymore..."

Celendria batted her eyes as he spoke, and before she could digest the moment her lips were captured against his. Her first instinct was to run, and get herself out of there but her body refused to fight it. Sparks sprung to life in her core. She sheepishly broke the kiss and turned to face him, quickly he replanted his claim.

He deepened, and crawled atop her. He slid one of his large hands behind her head and pulled her closer. She hesitantly wrapped her arms around him, and began to give into her whims and react. She arches against his firm chest curling her fingers into the flesh of his bare back.

He growls against her lips in response and breaks away trailing his lips down her jaw into the crook of her neck. He nibbles lightly at her collar bone, not enough to break her delicate skin, But enough to illicit a gentle moan from her.

Silas didn't want to scare her but he couldn't deny he was getting lost within her roaming hands and overwhelming scent. He's been craving this moment for months. His eyes landed above her collar bone, everything in him, including his wolf was begging for him to lay his claim.

It would be easier to locate her if she ran off, or Gods forbid was stolen. He could feel her emotions and understand how to make her want to stay. How to make her crave him just as much as he did her.

Celendria had given up holding back, she liked him holding her, she liked his affection, his smell, his odd protectiveness. She was honestly okay with the thought of possibly being his mate. She noticed him hovering over the area between her neck and collar bone just staring. She saw the pressure of his fangs against the back of his upper lip. She knew the stories, she knew what he wanted, and couldn't fight the feeling she wanted it as well. The idea of belonging to him made another small moan escape her swollen lips.

Silas turned his gaze to her, her burgundy eyes drenched with lust and affection. He looked at her for any sign of whether he should continue his exploration. He wasn't going to mark her yet, After all, in his eyes she was completely oblivious to how any of this worked.

She shyly nodded a wash of rose growing over her face. He didn't waste any time. With a gruff utterance he ripped his shirt from her body. He once again found her lips and pushed her mouth open invading beyond her pearly gates. His left hand found her breast and stole a firm but soft hold.

Heat raced through him as she moaned into his mouth and her eyes shut. The sound birthed tingles over his flesh and he moved his free hand to the small of her back and pushed her against him. In attempts to illicit another moan he began rolling the peak of her breast between his fingers. She obliged and moaned into him once more, her tongue exploring his mouth.

The heat between her thighs was becoming unbearable, she had never felt a pull this strong before. She couldn't wait any longer. She curled her fingers into the waist of his pants and tugged lightly, still self conscious of her actions.

He parted from her mouth and growled deeply, Rumbling the space. His eyes shining a deep burnt orange. He quickly discarded his pants and was startled as her small hand skated down his stomach and landed on his rigid shaft.

"Are you sure you want to do this, you don't have to?" The words almost burnt as they left his mouth but he wasn't going to be the kind of man that forced her into something she wasn't ready for, no matter how much he craved it.

Her doe eyes met his, and she gently nodded not once breaking eye contact. He swept her hand away and began to methodically kiss his way down her. Starting from her collar bone and settling briefly on her breast, massaging the peak with with his tongue and lips. She bucked against him, arching her back.

"Gods you smell amazing." His voice was deep and gravely against her skin. The warmth of his breath dance over her exposed chest. He took her breast into his mouth again and moved his free hand to the sweltering place between her thighs.

She whimpered with want as his fingers lightly danced along her most sensitive region. His lips found their way back to her collar bone and invaded leaving a trail of deep red marks across it's length.

His fingers found her c**t and began to massage small circles over it. He smirked at how her body responded. She leaned into him and cries of ecstasy erupted from her slender lips.

"Please....d...don't stop."

He smiled against her, his mouth moving back to her neck. As he could sense she was close he removed his fingers from her c******s and ran them down her seam ultimately diving them into her wet center. She immediately responded her walls enveloping his fingers. He curled them upwards inside her. Her whimpers and moans engulfed the room. The pressure inside her was immaculate, she had never felt anything like this before, she was drowning in the Passion and fire.

"D..don't make me wait anymore."

He smirked diving his fingers into her once more and then positioning himself at her entrance. He placed a strong hold on her waist and then pushed himself into her. He tilted his head back at the sensation engulfing him.

This must be what heaven feels like, if it isn't I don't want it.

He quietly groaned as he buried himself within her again, again, and again. She was trembling with pleasure beneath him.

As she sensed her time growing near she tangled her fingers in the hair at the back of his head and pushed his partially exposed fangs against the spot between her collar and neckline.

The wolf wasn't going to deny her, if that's what she craved even if Silas wasn't completely sure she understood the implications.

After a final deep plunge, landing flush against her perfect spot they both quaked with pleasure. The wolf buried his teeth into her flesh setting nerve endings she didn't even know she possessed alight. A few tears of pleasure slid from her eyes as Silas's length pulsed in time with her and he grew lax, releasing his teeth from her flesh.