The Wolf's Song

Surrendering to The Uncontrolled

Diana

Returning always took shorter than going and we reached Martha’s house in record time. He slammed his truck in park and twisted in his seat to stare at me.

The love was there, I could see it, I could feel it, but he was hiding and thus running from it. Did he think he would hurt me? He could never. He inhaled and I prepared for some speech about needing to keep me safe.

“I’m sorry about tonight. I wanted it to be perfect and I nearly ruined it by focusing on the wrong thing. Your safety is a priority for me, and sometimes I let it cloud the moments we create. I just can’t lose you,” he said.

I realized then that I couldn’t lose him either. I glanced back at Martha’s house, I was grateful to her, but it didn’t feel like home. I looked back at Michael, his lips were parted, his brow slanted with worry, his natural state as of late. I wanted his smile back, that cocky smirk that seeped into my core and shattered my defenses.

“I can’t lose you either,” I heard myself saying. I closed the distance and pulled him in for a kiss. I took my time, but only because I knew I would be kissing these lips all night. Tonight, was too perfect to not end it the way I craved. I didn’t want to undress in that tiny room. I wanted this dress stripped from me, I wanted strong hands, learning the curves of my body, and I wanted Michael. I pulled back and panted up at him.

“Take me home Michael,” I sighed on his lips, nibbling his bottom lips. He darted his tongue out to tease me.

“You are home,” he said, confusion making him even more desirable. I shook my head at him.

“No, I’m not. Take. Me. Home,” I kissed him after each word, saying what I needed without stripping him right here.

He got the hint, and the car was in drive before I could get back to my seat. He glanced over at me as he sped down the road and I studied his profile, loving watching him try to calm himself down. He was probably a better man than I deserved, his control admirable. The house came into view, and I clicked my seatbelt off and leaned over to trail kisses down his neck.

“Diana,” he groaned. I could feel his growl on my lips and lick from his neck to his ear. He shuddered.

“Michael,” I whispered in his ear, replaying our previous moments of challenging each other.

That seemed so long ago, my defiant days long behind me. He reached up and held me to him, and I rewarded him by teasing his ear.

I bit his lobe and his hiss made my core burn, my dress suddenly restrictive and a nuisance. The car slammed to a stop and with all of his secret wolf strength, I was pulled from the car and wrapped my legs around his waist. The cold of the woods was lost on me as his ever-present heat entered me.

I buried my hands in his hair, dragging him closer to me, the breath of space between us too much. I was hungry for him, and his firm grip on my butt confirmed he felt the same. He started for the stairs but got up half up them as I distracted him by rubbing myself against him. He lowered me to the stairs; his playful glare immobilized me.

“You are driving me, mad woman,” he growled at me, and I responded by pulling him to me.

His weight pushed me against the stairs, but it was not a discomfort, more like a Michael blanket, his scent engulfing me, his hard body a direct contrast to my soft one. My n*****s brushed against him and drew a moan from me. I arched yearning for more contact, his hips rocking in a motion that promised endless pleasure. Needing to feel his skin on mine, I crawled backward, forcing him to follow, which he happily did. It was surprisingly easy to kiss and crawl, the eroticism of our urgency fueling us. He wrapped an arm around my back and lifted me to my feet. Soon I was pressed against the door as he fumbled with the handle.

“Damned door,” he grumbled.

I laughed into the kiss, then gasped when the door flew open. There was no fear of falling as he held me tight to him. The door slammed, and my body was used with force.

Hands planted firmly on the now-closed door, Michael unzipped my dress, kissing down my spine. I kicked off my shoes, loving the feel of his lips on me, his stubbles bruising my delicate back.

My dress slipped off and he pressed up against me, rocking his hips against me. I could feel his nature against me and leaned back more, seeking the confines of being pinned against him. Secured to the door, I reached around and pulled his lips to mine again, his motion increasing as the kiss got more passionate. He shuddered and backed away from me, but I spun before he added too much distance.

“Don’t,” I panted. I reached for his belt and pulled it loose, tugging him forward. “You won’t hurt me,” I reassured him.

His panted now undone, I grabbed his shirt and with his help pulled it off him. I ran my hands down his chest, the texture smooth despite the discoloration from healed scars. I kissed one before grabbing his hand and leading him to the bed.

I sat on the edge and kicked myself back to the center, letting him know it was his call. He was breathing hard as he stared down at me, debating if this was a good idea or not. He decided and removed his pants. His member was free and ready, but he lowered to me and kissed down my neck.

My senses took in all of him, his taste, his smells, and the roughness of his hands as he freely roamed my body, discovering my triggers easily. Reaching my core, he buried himself in me, squeezing my thighs as I thrashed under his skillful mouth, my moans echoing off the walls.

His hair danced about my stomach as he searched for my treasure. I buried my hands in his hair, pressing him on me, raising my hips, taking all I could get, needing all of it. I felt pure bliss coming to the fore, I screamed his name as I came undone, his mouth not stopping until I rejoined the bed. The sensation shivered through me as he towered over me, giving me his lips again, my taste in his mouth.

He shifted his hips and I felt him teasing my wet center, I wanted to move, but I didn’t want to rush him, the pleasure was ours to share. Slowly, I felt his shaft sliding through my folds, his growl unmasked now, as he buried himself deep.

I grabbed his arms, his size was overwhelming. He was still and checked in with me, I wiggled trying to adjust to him, and he rolled his eyes and shivered. He thrust slowly at first, getting me used to him, but my body relaxed around him and soon I was meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Don’t hold back,” I moaned, wanting all of him, wanting his true nature.

I clang to him as he took what I freely gave to him, his roughness only increasing my pleasure. He grabbed my hips and I wrapped my legs around him, drawing him deeper. He moaned my name, and it touched every inch of me.

I felt the beginning of my second undoing and held him tight within me. He roared as he lost that last shred of control and brought us to and over the edge together. Rocking into me, my body erupted around him, and my vision blurred as I finished, holding him for dear life. His hot breath blew my hair, warming my neck.

“I love you,” I panted into his ear, making sure he heard me this time. “I love you, Michael,” I repeated, now there could be more doubts, for either of us.

He eased out of me, and settled beside me, pulling me to him. We rested a while, our hearts beating in sync as I danced my fingers over his chest. I had always noticed his scars, but I assumed he was a soldier, but I was no longer naive. He suddenly grabbed my wandering hand.

“If you keep that up, I might not be able to control myself,” he teased. I yanked my hand back and continued.

“Who says I want you controlled?” I smirked, before climbing on him, keeping my promise of having those lips on me the whole night.