Rite of Submission (Rite #1) Unedited

When Worlds Collide

I felt myself wobble as I knelt there; desperately fighting off the dizzying head spin I was in. With agonizing slowness, the air was pulled back into my lungs, but it felt thick and heavy. Forcing my lungs to make a few more breaths, I finally breathed out, “That’s not possible.”

With an apologetic look, he shrugged, “I’d be inclined to agree with you, but here we are.” He pushed himself back up to his feet, flexing his hand as if trying to decide something. “It wouldn’t be the first thing that’s gone against everything I’ve known to be true for my entire life.” He offered me a hand to stand up.

Ignoring his offered hand, I stood up on my own. He caught my shoulders, keeping me from falling over as another dizzy spell washed over me. “I’m fine,” I steadied myself and brushed his hands away. I needed more answers, but I couldn’t stay in this room anymore, the air was too thick, and I was not going to be alone with him in a room with a bed right now. That just left the sitting room. I walked past him, refusing to look at him, and made my way to the arm chair so I could sit down but also not have to risk him sitting beside me.

He followed, sitting on the arm of the couch as he watched me. I couldn’t seem to make myself look at him. I felt like seeing his face would derail my train of thought. He was good at pushing my buttons and I wanted to get answers, not let him tie me up in more confusion. “What do you think is happening to me?” His wolf had said he was wrong, so I’d at least be able to rule that option out.

“I thought the wolfsbane was either killing you, or turning you feral.” He said it so matter of fact.

“Well at least I know I’m not dying, or becoming something that would need to be killed.” I sighed, whatever was happening, at least it wasn’t going to be the death of me. “When was the first time we met?”

“You’re parents used to bring you here for weekly visits, I assume for the medical tests and to finalize the contract they made with my father, until you were about 5 I think. Didn’t you read the contracts while I was gone?”

I curled my arms around my knees, I hadn’t, but that didn’t change that we’d met long before I had memories of anything. “Why didn’t they keep bringing me? I mean, why weren’t we raised together to be a couple?” I wanted to know why I’d been left in the dark about my fate, while everyone else seemed to have known all along.

“My mother didn’t like the fights that Sophie and I would get into over who got to spend time with you while you were here. She had it added to the contract as a clause that you and your parents stayed on the fringe of the pack until you were old enough to be mated.” Having to think of his mother must hurt, because his voice grew quiet.

“Most females find their mates between the ages of 15 and 21,” I huffed annoyed.

“The second contract,” he explained, “your parents insisted that you have more time to have a normal life, because I wanted to name Sophie as Luna.” He paused, “Sophie made me agree to give you until your 18th birthday.”

I finally looked up at him, “Because ‘you think that you’re in love with me?’” That’s how his wolf had phrased it. He’d also said that the truth was worse than that, what could be worse than thinking you’re in love with someone who didn’t even know who you were?

He pushed himself off the arm of the couch and knelt on the floor beside the chair to be eye level with me. “I used to believe that we could be real mates,” he studied my face before continuing, as if he was expecting to find answers himself. “You never even noticed me when I found a way to arrange to be in the same place as you. The more I was around you; the more I needed to be around you, like an addict needing a fix.”

“So you’ve been spying on me and stalked me like prey?” The thought sent a shiver down my spine, followed by a wash of frustrated anger. “You’ve been going out of your way to make sure you don’t even touch me, like I’m somehow repulsive now.”

His hands clutched the arms of the chair, the sound of leather tearing as his fingers dug into them and he moved his face an inch from mine. “If I let myself touch you,” he ground out through clenched teeth, straining to keep from touching me still, “I’m worried that I won’t be able to stop!”

I was so tired of his hot and cold antics, and I was tired of trying to analyze the clusterfuck of emotions he made me feel. Mostly, I was tired of feeling like prey. Faster than I thought I could move, I swung my legs around his waist, and balled my fist in his shirt closing the distance between us, I nipped his lower lip.

His entire body tensed, his face looking pained as he closed his eyes. “Please,” he pleaded, “Lexi, I…”

Something snapped free in me, and I pulled him down to me, crushing our lips together. His body froze, until I slid my tongue along his lower lip. His hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head to allow him to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping between my lips to swirl with my own.

I let my arms reach up around him, annoyed by the barrier of cotton beneath my palms. After a few fruitless tugs at the shirt, he pulled away, breaking the kiss, but pulling the offending garment off. I struggled to catch my breath, both from the frantic kissing, and the mouthwatering sight of him shirtless and kneeling before me with my creamy white legs wrapped around the golden skin of his waist.

I didn’t get to drink in the sight for long, as soon as the shirt was tossed aside, his lips found mine again. His hand tugged my hair lightly, trying to tilt my head further, and I answered with a light raking of my nails over his shoulders and down his back. He growled softly, moving from my mouth to my neck. I only froze for a second as his lips grazed past the spot from my dream, but he continued on, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck and along my shoulder.

The green satin offered little resistance when he bit it and pulled it down my shoulder, leaving half my chest bare. His lips worked steadily from my shoulder and down until he found the breast he’d freed. I gasped as he bit down gently on my n****e. My fingers tangled in his hair as his tongue flicked the little bud held in his teeth, my back arching up towards his mouth as a low breathy moan escaped my lips. I wanted more, but lacked the ability to speak.

His hand slipped from my hair, sliding the strap off my other shoulder, and cupping the newly freed breast, his thumb gliding over the n****e in time with his tongue on its twin. My legs wrapped tighter around him, trying to pull him closer. He answered with more pressure on my n****e between his teeth, and pinching the other between his fingers as if to reprimand me.

I pulled back on the hair wrapped around my fingers, unsuccessful in breaking his hold on my n****e, but still making him look up at me. His eyes looked glazed over and hooded, but not a hint of the dark shadow. “Take me to bed,” I breathed, moaning as his tongue flicked over my n****e again. He moved his mouth over to the other n****e, sliding his hands up my thighs as he sucked it into his mouth, earning another moan.

His hands curled under my hips, in a surprisingly smooth movement he stood up holding me to him as his tongue swirled around its new query. I had to focus to keep my arms around his neck as he walked through the rooms, to keep from falling. I whined quietly when he sat me on the side of the bed, and moved to untangle my limbs from him.

He pulled me to my feet, pushing my arms away when I tried to pull him in for another kiss. He fingers hooked into the fabric that was draped over my arms, sliding the rest of the gown down over my hips, pushing it all the way down to my feet instead of dropping it to fall free, so he was kneeling before me again. He leaned forward, kissing my bare hip, nuzzling against me. He inhaled deep and purred, the vibrations from the sound rolled through me, making me sigh. His lips moved along my hip until they found their way to where my legs met. He let out a low growl, just before grabbing my hips and pushing me back onto the bed, making me fall back. As I was knocked off balance, he moved between my legs. He drew a deep lusty moan from me as his mouth closed over my s*x, his tongue gliding slowly up the wet slit he found. There was a muffled ‘mmmm’ as his tongue slid over my c**t, making me moan deeper.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, desperate for him to continue, and he obliged. His hands cupped under my buttocks lifting me up to him as his tongue made long, steady strokes against the knot of nerves, building the pleasure in me until I was gasping for air and felt like I was going to come undone.

He pulled away just before the coil of bliss that had wound around me could release, making me whimper and sit up. It was like he moved in slow motion before me. Unbuckling his belt he stared down at me with heavy, hooded eyes. Without pulling the belt free, he pulled the button and zipper of his pants open. He stepped into me, kissing me as I sat there. I couldn’t keep my hands from pulling the slacks down, pushing them off his hips so that they fell and his c**k was free. He moaned into my mouth as I wrapped my hand around the increasing width of the shaft, spurning me on.

His kisses became a savage assault on my lips as he lifted me against him, kneeling onto the bed and laying me out under him. I could feel the length of his hard c**k, as it pressed against my belly. For a split second I panicked, unsure of how anything so large could possibly fit inside anyone. The thought was shoved aside by his lips moving along my neck, shoulder and breasts again. It felt like electricity was moving from his lips, through my skin, back down to my wet and hungry core. My mind was consumed with a need to be closer to him.

His mouth closed over mine again, making my hips roll so the length of his stiff c**k slid along my wet folds, until its massive head found my opening. I let out a pitchy moan as the width of it stretched me open ever so far. He pulled his lips from mine, staring down at me, his brow furrowed as his entire body tensed and froze in place.

Biting down on my lip, I rolled my hips again, moving him a little deeper into me. He kissed me softly after my hips stilled again. He started to withdraw, and I groaned from the loss until I felt his hand move up my thigh and his fingers slid into me. Slowly, he worked to slip in a second and then a third finger, slowly stretching me open. Everywhere he touched left a scorching need to feel more, my entire body burned for him.

I was left whimpering again as he removed his hand, sliding it along his shaft before settling between my legs again. “Please,” I pleaded softly, pulling his lips back down to mine as my fingers tangled in his hair, “I need you.” His hips moved, sliding the length of his c**k between the lips of my vulva until its bulbous tip found my opening.

He moved slowly, working in a little more of his length with each stroke. His hand held my hips still, keeping me from working him deeper faster. Each movement he made electrified my body with jolt of pleasure that made my fingers curl, digging my nails into his back while deep breathy moans and gasps poured from my throat.

When I finally felt his hips press against mine, and the tip of him hit the back wall inside me, I could feel the tsunami of tension ready to crash over me. Letting go of my hip, he kissed me fervently, like my lips were the only thing that could keep him alive. His tongue swirled against mine as he started to withdraw from me again, a whimper-moan passing from my lips to his. My back arched and my toes curled as he entered me fully, a loud long moan rolling out from my chest, followed by another as he set a steady pace of sliding in and out of me.

I screamed when the orgasm crashed through me. Every muscle in my body clenched and relaxed all at the same time, but unlike the other times, he didn’t stop. I could feel another one building, even as the first was washing over me. He continued to thrust his hips, pumping into me with faster and harder strokes, his mouth finding my n*****s to suck and bite at as he moved.

Like a supernova exploding, stronger orgasm spasmed through me. I bit down on his shoulder to keep from screaming, afraid he’d stop. He growled as I bit down. I could feel the muscles in my center clenching around his shaft as he continued to plunge into me. He slowed, pulling back slightly to watch me writhe beneath him. Without his shoulder to bite down on, rough breathless moans poured out of me.

His icy blue eyes were bright as he watched me pant and moan beneath him. I was struggling to keep up, raising my hips up to meet his as he buried himself into me. Even my legs were losing their ability to stay wrapped around him. All of my muscles started to coil impossibly tight. As if he could feel it building, his thrusts came harder and faster, coaxing a continuous moan from me, moving too fast for my voice to keep up either.

He began to growl quietly, and then I was silently screaming as my entire body arched, the orgasm rocketing through me so hard I couldn’t do anything but convulse. With a guttural moan, his body shook with mine, until he lay over me, gasping for air.

After a while, he kissed me softly on the lips, helping to mask the groan I made as he pulled himself free of me. I smiled as he laid his head on my chest, still wrapped in my arms. Every once in a while, I would feel a small twitch between my legs, and my body would shake slightly, like little orgasmic aftershocks. I felt like I needed to sleep for a week, but I also wanted more, my body just wouldn’t respond to my thoughts and I didn’t know if he felt the same.

“Are you ok?” I whispered, not wanting to wake him if he was sleeping, content to just lie there together.

There was a soft chuckle, but he lifted himself up onto his elbows to look down at me again. “Are you ok?” he whispered against my lips, leaving a soft kiss and brushing my hair back.

I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I blushed, suddenly embarrassed at the thought of all the sounds I’d made. “I think so,” I whispered against his lips before kissing him back.

He rolled off me, over to his side, making me wince at a slight pain between my legs. He face instantly shifted to concern. “I hurt you,” he frowned.

Biting my lip, I curled up against his chest, nuzzling his neck I murmured, “I’m just a little sore,” I sighed still feeling his muscles tensed, “Virgin, remember.” I sighed embarrassed again. I snuggled into him again, “and tired…” I yawned, “Can we over think things later?”

He wrapped his arms around me and placed a kiss on top of my head. “Anything you want, Princess.” I could hear the smile in his voice, but I was too exhausted to think up something witty to quip back. Instead, I just lay contentedly in his arms, sighing as his fingers began tracing small circles on my back while we lay there.

I hadn’t really slept much the past few days, and my entire body felt like it’d fall apart any moment now. As soon as I closed my eyes, I fell down the dark, peaceful quiet of a dreamless sleep.