Runt of the Litter (Halfbreed Chronicles Book 1) (13 page)

Chapter.
26 – Riley

Finally, finally I have this man pinned under me.  My
whole body has come alive, and every cell in my being craves his touch, to have
him fill me from the inside out.  And I find myself still shuddering over
him, my hips gently rocking, almost lazily because I can’t seem to stop, even
with the orgasm waning.  The heat between my legs reaches a feverish
pitch, and all I want, is to keep riding him.  Let one orgasm roll into
another.  

I had partly hoped that finally having his dick inside me
would satiate my own needs a little, give me a break from this constant ache
for him, satisfy an itch that’s been bothering me from day one.  But
instead, I want him more than ever.  

When I finally open my eyes, I look down, because I want
to kiss him, caress him,
let
him take a breath -
before I beg him to go again.  However, when I do, I realize almost every
muscle in his body is tense.  His heart is beating furiously.  And
his eyes are shut tightly.  I know he came, because I can still feel
the cum
dripping from his dick inside of me.  But he
looks frozen in place, even when I rest my hands on his chest once more,
“Avery?”
Instantly, his eyes snap open, and I see the wolf at the forefront.  Just
underneath the skin, he’s looking up at me, and licking his canines, as if
ready to mark me completely.  I should be terrified, but I can handle
anything he wants to do.  And besides, Avery is still in there, and never
would he allow his inner wolf to take full control.  I trust him
completely.

Suddenly, his hands come back to my hips.  His fingers
grip hard, the sharpened nails digging into my skin, and holding me in place.
 But he’s not breaking the skin, and it doesn’t hurt.  In fact, I can
tell, that even though he just had his own orgasm, his wolf wants a turn too,
and I have no problem obliging.  He growls at me, letting me know he wants
the control, and I don’t mind giving it to him.  Avery begins to buck his
hips, and within a few thrusts, he’s going at it so hard, that the force makes
my whole body go up, and slam back down from the gravity.  

I moan, feeling our juices combined between us, and
suddenly, he drags me down, and flips us over, so I’m pinned down underneath
him.  I want to giggle, not because I think it’s funny, but because I’m
happy his wolf is willing to do some of the work!  I silently wondered if
Avery would always be more reserved in the bedroom (not that he had anything to
be shy about).  But I suppress it, because I don’t want to interrupt him
when he sinks back into my pussy.  He groans out my name, and I wrap my arms
around his neck, wanting to press him against me, so I can get him in deeper.

With how hard he’s pumping into me, and feeling his skin
rub against mine, I know another orgasm is coming, and I’m not afraid.  I
want us to come together again, feel his warm load shoot up into my welcoming
center.  I don’t care if I get pregnant, because if our babies are
anything like Avery, I’ll welcome a dozen of them.  I love him, I knew
right away, but wasn’t sure exactly what I felt, seeing as I have never been in
love before.  But with the way we cling to each other, the way he moans
into my neck, I can’t imagine ever feeling the same for anyone else.  From
this moment on, we are mated, and all that’s left is for his wolf to mark mine
. . . a single little bite, sealed with his tongue.  

I quiver at the thought, and my hands yank at his hair,
insisting he look at me.  His head rises and he kisses me hard.  I
know it’s his wolf still fighting for dominance, because the need behind it
feels almost overwhelming.  As if he needs me so much, he’ll die if he
doesn’t taste me soon.  When he pulls back, I see him licking the edge of
his canines, and I can see that they are slightly longer than they were.
 He looks about as wolfish as he can, without fully shifting (and even then,
he’ll only be able to shift during the full moon, unlike me, who can do it on
command).  
Halfbreeds
are like watered down
primitive versions of us (or so I’m told).  But I could care less in the
moment - I clench my own teeth, fighting against the growing ache to let my
body shatter underneath him in a brilliant orgasm.  I need to make sure he
knows to mark me while we are still riding the wave.

Seeming to know what I’m going to say before I say it, he
grabs my breast.  His fingers coil around the base of the porcelain skin,
and it forces my nipple straight into the air.  His mouth opens a little,
and sudden fear sends a shiver down my spine - I’m scared he means to bite my
nipple, and I don’t think I could handle the pain.  When his eyes meet
mine, he immediately stops thrusting, and freezes: halfway in - halfway out.
 His wolf retreats, and Avery comes right back to the forefront.  He
eases his grip on my breast, and begins to pull out further, about to leave my
primitive grasp on him.  The fear I had about his wolf biting is
me
, is nothing compared to our lovemaking being done
already.  

My legs quickly lock around his waist, and he stills once
more.  His head is hanging close to my chest, but he doesn’t seek
sanctuary there by resting on my breasts.  I can sense the shadow
beginning to form over him, even before he says it,
“I’m so sorry - I let him have too much control.”

My hands roam up the hardened muscles of his arms, over
his rugged shoulders, and settle on either side of his
jawline
,
“Avery - I promise I’m okay.  I’m
better than okay actually.”

He hesitates, but when I wait for him to reply, he finally
looks back at me.  His eyes go from sadness to looking slightly hopeful,
“I did okay?”

I smirk, because he knows he did more than okay.
 When I gently rub my fingers across his cheeks, he leans forward,
cherishing even the simplest touch from me.  I don’t have to say anything
else.

When he looks back down at me, I can see his wolf flashing
before his eyes again.  But he’s gone as quickly as he came,
“Riley, I hope you know I would never let
him hurt you.  Never.”

“You act like you
lost control, but even just now, when he wants to go at me again, you won’t let
him - because you’re stronger than you think, and you’re the alpha, not him.”

I can tell he questions my reasoning, at least at first,
but when he once again is able to keep the wolf at bay, I smile, knowing I’m
right.  I have nothing to be scared of, and now, Avery knows for sure that
he’s like me.  A shifter, whose wolf will run with mine every full moon,
and whose abilities - his senses, and the strength that comes with it, will
never make him a runt to others again.  I can still sense the tense
muscles, the new ones, under his skin, but the canines are retracting a little,
as well as the sharp nails.  He’s in complete control, and the muscles
left behind are only to help him finish getting me off.

He gives me one glance, in case I hadn’t caught on, before
plunging right back into me, making us both moan.

Chapter.
27 – Avery

The fur under my skin keeps gliding back and forth, like
my wolf is wrestling around on the inside, hoping to find an opening to get
back to the forefront.  But he already had his taste, too rough for my
liking, and I won’t let him fuck her the way I do.  Looking down at my
beautiful Riley, I know I’ll need to bite her to complete the first mating
ritual.  It might not be necessary to most other
halfbreeds
,
but it will be something respected by the other werewolves.  It’s the
cardinal rule among
them
- not to mess with someone’s
mate.  It won’t matter where I mark her, or how deep I go.  My smell
will linger on her, just like hers will on me.  And the mark will seal a
part of me, inside of her permanently.

As I pump a little faster, I can feel her heart beat
racing, see the pale skin getting flush, ready to be marked when she peaks,
“Riley.”  
She looks up at me, her
beautiful big round eyes letting me know she’s ready, and I slink forward,
reaching for the same breast my wolf did.  I cup it gentler though, and go
for the creamy side, a far less scary place to sink my teeth into.  Though
she’s silent, the way her body leans into my grasp tells me she’s okay with it,
“Do you want me to mark you, darling?”

Her back arches a little off the bed, trying to get her
breast closer to my mouth.  I don’t plan on doing this often, once will be
enough for the both of us, so I want it to be perfect.  Every time I’m
near, the spot will tingle a little, and she’ll welcome me between her legs
every full moon - though I hope it’s more often than that.  I allow my
wolf to join me, which lets my canines grow a little longer, and sharper, so I
can pierce the skin easily.  

We’re both so close, that I know just one or two more hard
pumps, and she’ll be mine.  Forever.  I sink as deep into her as I
can go, and then let my aching teeth sink into the warm flesh.  She cries
out, a mix of pleasure and pain, but it turns into a moan as her whole body
shakes underneath me, and I lick the wound to seal it.  She clings to me
as her hips rock against mine, and I land one last time before allowing myself
to follow.  I wrap my arms around
her,
cradle the
back of her head in the palm of my hand, as we slowly come back down from our
highs.  

After just a few moments, when my heart feels a little
less likely to beat out of my chest, I look down into her eyes, and match her
smile.  It’s time, I can feel it . . .
“Riley, I just want to say, that I know you might feel like we’re these
destined mates, who have no choice other than to be together.  But I want
you to know, that even if we weren’t mates, I’d be yours anyways.”  
I
lean into her, and just before I close the gap to kiss her, I whisper,
“Because I love you.”

She kisses me so intensely, that I realize she wants
another round, but the ribs that hadn’t bothered me before, are now in fact,
starting to become noticeably sore.  That, or the medication is wearing
off.  Either way, I wince a little, and instantly she pulls my head back
by gripping my hair, and if I had anything still left me, I’d cum right then
and there.  She wants me, and I want to give it to her, but I need a bit
of a break, even just a few minutes.  Yet, she’s got other plans and
merely
raises
an eyebrow up at me,
“You can’t just tell me you love me, and
not expect me to show you some loving.”

I chuckle, thinking she’s just being playful, but within a
moment, she’s pushing me back onto the bed,
“Let me do the work this time, we’ll go nice and slow, and I’ll be
careful.  I promise.”  
I nod, not being able to deny whatever she
wants to give me, and lay back, so she can straddle me.  But before she
puts it back in, she looks down at me, and the passion, the need, has been
sated.  What’s coming
now,
is just pure love.
 From her wolf, to mine,
“Because I
love you, too Avery.  With all my heart.”

This time, when we do it, it’s slow and steady, and almost
delicate.  I
lay
underneath her, and watch her
bounce up and down, mindful of my side, but still clinging to me in every other
way.  She’s so filled up that I’m shocked it’s not running down both our
legs, but afterwards, when we both cum again, she just
stays
on top me.  A part of her doesn’t want to be without me, and neither do I.
 We love each other, and we’ve just mated, and though to some people,
three days might seem like a recipe for disaster, I know that for us, it was
meant to end this way. 

For now, we have this cabin for the next two nights, and
if the first thirty minutes are any indication, we’re going to be busy getting
to know each other from the inside out, carnally.

The thought makes my wolf growl a little, and Riley looks
down at me, probably confused after she’d been idling on my dick for the last
five minutes.  I lick my lips, feeling the elongated canines, and put my
hand on her ass, helping to guide her up and down a little faster.  And
she moans her response,
“Why the rush
baby?”

I pull one arm back, to rest up on my elbow, so I nuzzle
between her perfect breasts bouncing against my cheek.  The mate mark on
the side feels almost hot against my skin.  It won’t take much, I know,
and maybe it’s unfair to rush an orgasm when it seemed like she wanted to take
her time, but I can’t help it,
“I want
to clean you up, so I can make you sit on my face.  I was just thinking of
how good you might taste against my tongue, and I can’t wait.”

Between the way I’m pumping into her, and my declared
intentions, it doesn’t take long till she’s quivering on top of me, and I
follow for the fourth time because I can’t even help myself anymore.  I
don’t know if it was because until thirty minutes ago, I was a virgin, or if
it’s some sort of supernatural passion between our mating
ritual
(or both).  But once it settles, she rolls off of me, and settles into the
crook of my arm.  I think there’s a part of us that could just
lay
here for a little while . . . yet, my mouth feels dry:
like I need to dig my tongue into something nice and wet.

I feel practically devious at my current thoughts, but
when Riley looks up at me, and I down at her, I’m not surprised when she leans
her head to the side,
“So - are we
taking that bath or what?”