Capturing Caroline (8 page)

Her sisters
gave her long, comforting hugs that didn't help and she and Torrent
returned home.

At home, she
and Torrent went about business in near silence. They didn't talk
about the upcoming expedition that would leave her a widow a day
after she got married. Caroline was too depressed to speak and
Torrent seemed to be respecting that. They made something to eat
and Torrent built a fire in the living room hearth. She leaned
against the wall separating that room from the kitchen and watched
him.

He glanced at
her, then suddenly threw down the log he held, stood up, walked
over her to her and swept her into his arms. "This is ridiculous.
We need to spend every last possible moment with my bare skin next
to yours."

Not waiting for
her response, he carried her upstairs, taking two steps at a time
as though she’d try to run away. No way. She could never resist
this man. She wound her arms around him and buried her face where
his shoulder met his neck, breathing in the scent of him and trying
to memorize it, attempting to commit the warm, solid feel of his
body to her memory.

“You feel our
connection, don’t you, Caroline?” he murmured against her mouth
after he’d laid her on the bed. “Right now I feel as though you’re
as powerless against me as I am against you. I trust you completely
and I think you trust me too.”

“Torrent,” she
whispered. “How can you affect me this way?”

He nipped at
her lower lip. “I’m glad I affect you at all.”

“You do…
so
much.
” Her breath came out heavy and aroused. “Torrent…I don’t
want you to take the herbs.”

“What?”

“The herb you
take to prevent pregnancy, please stop taking it.”

He cupped her
face in his hands. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never
been more sure about anything, ever.” She smiled. “Stop taking the
herb and try to get me pregnant every chance you get.”

“Do you want me
to make love to you right now? Torrent pulled back and watched her
face.

Caroline’s
eyelids were heavy and her lips were plumped and rosy from his
kiss. She grinned coyly. “Maybe,” she answered in a breathy
voice.

He gave a short
laugh.

Her fingers
found the buttons of his shirt and undid them one by one. “Let me
clarify my answer a little,” she said, fitting the tip of her
tongue to the corner of her mouth. After she’d pushed the shirt
away, she gazed at the bounty that was hers.

Sliding her
fingers over his smooth skin, she explored every glorious well-made
inch of him until he shuddered with pleasure and goose bumps
erupted over his flesh.

“I want to show
you how much you’re mine,” he purred, dropping his mouth to hers
for a kiss.

She opened her
mouth to tell him that human women didn’t like being owned, but
right before he kissed her he whispered, “As I am
yours
,
body and soul,” and she melted into him.

He undid
another button and slipped his hand inside her shirt to cup her
breast. Caroline drew a careful breath, feeling his touch all
through her body as he drew his fingers softly back and forth over
the erect nipple.

“I am yours, as
you are mine,” he purred again. “I want you to feel that as much as
I do.”

He kept one
hand on her breast and undid the rest of the buttons with his other
hand. Her shirt whispered over her skin as he parted it. He ran
both his hands down her body to her thighs, his gaze eating up
every inch of her. She felt beautiful under his perusal. Her full
breasts were tipped with hard little red nipples and her chest rose
and fell with her increased rate of breathing.

“You’re
gorgeous,” he murmured as they undressed each other.

Caroline’s
entire reality narrowed to his hands on her. Every inch of her skin
felt sensitized from his touch. Skimming his hand down her stomach
and between her thighs, he slid two fingers within her, stretching
her muscles.

She moaned as
he brushed his thumb over her clit. Whispering his name, she arched
her back as his hot mouth closed over her nipple.

Her body felt
hot enough that it might melt into the mattress. She squirmed on
the bed. Torrent moved away from her breast and kissed along her
throat. She bent her head, offering the sensitive area to him. His
tongue touched the skin just under her ear and then trailed lower.
She moaned at the sensation of the hot tip of it running over her
collarbones and then further down, down between her breasts, over
her stomach.

“Torrent,”
Caroline begged breathlessly. She was so ready for him. He was
tormenting her, teasing her, and soon she’d be past her limits of
rational thought.

Torrent
leisurely dragged his tongue over her skin, briefly dipping it into
her belly button before going further downward. He ran his lips
along her skin, leaving heated kisses the whole way.

He continued
over her pelvis, to the inside of her thigh. There, he kissed the
crease where her inner leg met her body.

Caroline’s
aroused clit pulsed with the desire to be caressed and licked. When
he finally reached her cunt, he licked her labia and then
finally
twirled his tongue around her needy clit.

She arched her
back and closed her eyes. “Oh, yes,” she moaned. “That’s
heaven.”

“You taste so
good.” He groaned deeply. “I have been dreaming of this for so
long.”

“Don’t stop,”
she whispered. She would die if he took his mouth away now.

He didn’t
disappoint. Torrent licked her with big, lazy swipes of his
skillful tongue. She wriggled at the sensation of his hot, slick
mouth exploring her. It was almost too much to bear. He pushed his
tongue inside her and fucked her with it, drawing a low moan from
her throat.

Torrent pinned
her thighs apart with his powerful hands, keeping her spread wide
open to him as he licked and sucked her.

He slipped a
finger inside her cunt, then another, widening her while he laved
her clit.

Slowly, he
massaged the inner walls of her sex with his fingers while he
continued the torment with his mouth. The energy of her orgasm
built, rising higher and higher.

He fucked her
with his fingers faster and harder, finding a place deep inside
that was especially sensitive and rubbing his fingertips over it.
His other hand found the entrance to her rear and stroked.

She gasped and
opened her eyes. The sensation was foreign to her, but very nice.
She tried to object, but it felt so good.

He momentarily
lifted his mouth from her clit. “All women who are mated to two
know the pleasure of double penetration. I am only one, but you
shall know it too.”

Before she had
a chance to protest, he lowered his mouth back to her clit and
sucked it between his lips. The burst of pleasure stole the words
from her throat.

At the same
time, his fingertip breached her rear and thrust in and out. She
jerked on the mattress, fisting the blankets in her hands. God,
help her, it felt so good—a sweet mixture of incredible pleasure
and just a hint of pain.

He went a
little deeper, matching the thrusts into her cunt. The double
penetration was magical, mesmerizing. Never had understood how such
stimulation would feel—like one big wave of pure sexual ecstasy
overwhelming her. What Torrent did to her was taboo in her world,
but she didn’t want him to stop…not ever.

Her climax
burst over her body like a bomb, pleasure exploding out and
enveloping her. Her back arched and she cried out, scrabbling at
the blankets on either side of her as sexual bliss washed through
her.

He hovered over
her, a needful look in his blue-gray eyes. “I’m going to make you
come harder than you ever have before.”

She groaned at
his words and panted, “I just did.”

He slid between
her thighs and pressed the head of his cock to her entrance.
“Harder. I want you to come even harder, Caroline.”

She moaned as
the wide crown of his cock pushed all the way into her. He was huge
and stretched her muscles so deliciously. Inch by mind-blowing
inch, he slid into her. He did it slowly, carefully, as though
afraid he’d hurt her.

Caroline met
his gaze. “I’m not made of china,” she whispered. “Don’t treat me
like I’m fragile. I want you. All of you.”

Holding her
hips and her gaze, he thrust forward steadily, all the way to the
base of him.

“Yes,” she
sighed. She felt completely possessed by him, totally filled up. He
was a very big man—in all ways. Every square inch of her seemed
touched by him. Slowly, so she could feel every centimeter, he slid
out, and then back in. She squirmed beneath him, tears stinging her
eyes at how good it felt to have him inside her.

He lowered his
head and kissed her as he moved slowly in and out. Her lips parted
in wonder at the look of love in his eyes and the intimacy of this
act, having him within her and face-to-face. He parted her lips and
brushed his tongue against hers. Tightening her hands on his
shoulders, she whimpered in the back of her throat at the
perfectness of the experience.

He brushed her
hair away from her face and held her gaze. “I haven’t been this
happy in a long, long time, Caroline. I never want this to
end.”

A tear squeezed
from the corner of her eye and he kissed it away. His motions
became surer and longer and harder with every stroke. A moan ripped
from Caroline’s throat as she arched her back. She could barely
form a coherent thought. Her entire reality had narrowed to only
him and she suspected he likely felt the same—his awareness
completely filled by her.

He placed a
hand to the back of her knee and hooked one leg over his hip,
changing his angle and deepening the penetration. This position
caused him to move back and forth over an especially sensitive area
deep within her. She braced her other foot on the mattress and
thrust her hips up at him, driving him harder and deeper inside
her.

“Caroline,” he
breathed.

She went to
pieces beneath him as an incredibly strong climax washed over her.
She moaned out his name, clutching his shoulders as the muscles of
her cunt pulsed around his cock.

He answered in
kind. Torrent groaned and she felt him spill within her.

Breathing
heavy, he rested on top of her, bracing his arms on either side of
her. He buried his face in the hollow of her neck and laid a line
of kisses to her skin. She wrapped her arms around him and smiled
happily, never wanting him to leave her body.

They stayed
that way for a long time, basking in the aftermath of their shared
pleasure. She kissed his shoulder and inhaled close to his skin,
reveling in the musky male smell of him. Caroline hoped the scent
of him stayed on her, had worked its way into the pores of her
skin. She wanted to be marked as his—completely and totally.

* * * *

"Come on,
Caroline, you're going to be late!"

"I know! I'm
hurrying!" Caroline called back to Paige as she emerged from the
bathroom still trying to get her dress buttoned right. "I had a
busy—er—late night, that’s all."

Kaitlyn peeked
her head out the door of the bedroom and grinned at her. "Yep.
Heard that story before."

Caroline's
cheeks were bright pink as she emerged into the room. "In any case,
Torrent will wait for me."

Paige came
around from behind her and examined the buttoning job Caroline had
done. Her sister
tsked
, then buttoned her up the right away.
"Torrent would do anything for you."

She smiled. It
was true. Torrent was the best man in the world. All of the
worlds.

The previous
afternoon she’d been surprised to find all of the items she’d
showed interest in at the shop earlier that day arrive on her
doorstep. Among the pieces of clothing had been a gorgeous, flowing
white dress that Caroline had decided to wear today as her wedding
gown. She had no shoes, but that was okay. She intended to go
barefoot down the aisle and wear her hair long and loose. It was in
keeping with the natural tendencies of the Lycaon, of which she
felt more and more a part.

Once Paige
finished buttoning her gown correctly, she turned Caroline to face
her. “I know it’s hard to set the future aside, Caroline, but today
I want you to live in the moment. Know happiness
today
. Know
love. Know the deepest caring from any one person you will ever
have. Wrap yourself in it, absorb every moment, and hold the memory
close.”

Emotion clogged
her throat. She nodded. “I will.”

Paige hugged
her. “You know we will always be here for you.”

“I’m very
grateful for that.”

“Now,” said
Paige, “let’s get your hair done. The carriage will be here any
minute.”

“Carriage?”

Paige grinned
and tipped her head to the side. “What did you think, we were going
to let you shift to dire wolf and
run
into town? You’re
riding in a carriage to your wedding, woman.” Now, come.” She took
her sister’s hand and led her into the bathroom to finish her
hair.

After she was
declared presentable, the three women went downstairs and found a
covered carriage drawn by four black horses. They all wore
something over their noses to confuse the scent of dire wolf around
them. Horses didn’t enjoy wolves—not in any form.

Caroline
clapped her hands together and laughed. “This is incredible.”

“Came from
Torrent,” Kaitlyn answered.

They all
climbed into the carriage and rode to a chapel near the town. The
“building” was made from interwoven tree trunks interspersed with
huge clear glass windows that gave the impression there was no
chapel, only the forest.

S
he
could
never imagine a more beautiful
place
to be married
.