Chapter 613 - Honeymoon (4) A Letter
Pressure increased as her wolf wriggled for more of him. Olivia wanted to pierce her fangs in his skin where his neck and shoulder met. In her impatience, she raked her claws down his back leaving a trail of blood.
He was so aroused by her that his cock pulsed inside her. "Yes Olivia!" His breaths became shallow. "I can't last long," he clenched his jaw. He picked her by her ass and then impaled her again on his length as far as he could inside her. A growl left his throat. "Olivia," and his eyes closed as he felt the feeling of home. When he opened his eyes, he found her gaze boring into his. And once again he couldn't help feel what a beautiful wolf she had. "You belong to me, Olivia, body and soul." He withdrew once again and then filled her to the hilt. Her eyes rolled in her head. She held his shoulders for life. "You are made for me," he hissed and thrust again. She met his movements and as her muscles clenched around his shaft, he lost control of everything. His neck muscles corded with tension. Would she mark him? He thrust hard. She undulated harder. His teeth clattered at the contact.
His heartbeat accelerated as his body began to thrum as if electric current had passed through his veins. His shaft was buried deep inside her. He shot a fevered gaze at her and then turned his head away, offering his neck for her to mark.
Seeing the soft skin of his neck, those strained muscles that were inviting her maddeningly from a long time, Olivia couldn't hold anymore. Like and asp, in an agony of lust, she struck her fangs in his flesh and he roared with pleasure as he began to thrust inside her with all his might. Their skin slapped as their sweat mingled. Under the moonlight, she rocked on his shaft as she snarled against his skin, marking him, listening to him roaring. The effect made her mindless. Her sheath pulsated along his length in order to milk him. She wanted it.
She didn't release him of her bite and he continued to plunge into her as emotions upon emotions cruised through her body. Sex with him was so fucking hot that she was short of combusting into flames. His shaft throbbed from the pressure of his seed. But he was denying her. How long? She relinquished her bite, rose from his penis and then slammed down so hard that stars blasted in his vision. And that was it. He stilled for a moment. His shaft pulsated one more time and with a full-throated roar, he released inside her over and over and over.
She held him tightly as she screamed when her orgasm hit her hard, her muscles clenching in a rhythm, milking every last seed he had to offer and then some more.
Kaizan lay down on the ground with her on his chest. She licked her bite and then languidly sprawled all over him as he continued to thrust inside her while gazing at the moonlight that filtered through the cracked roof.
She wanted to sleep, but he took her for a warm bath in the pool. When he insisted on drying her, she gave in. And it led to another mind-shattering orgasm that he gave her as he kneeled in front of her.
Hours later, she nestled closer to him with a yawn like a kitten. He held her tightly to his body. They were inside a bedroll, in the small covered space. The bruises on his back had begun to heal. He turned his head to look at his little mate and found that she had gone off to sleep beside him. As he sifted his fingers through her golden hair, he never felt this happy, this intoxicated in her love. And suddenly he realized that he didn't have the potion. It was a full moon night and he could only hope that she wasn't going to get pregnant. He wanted to do so much with her, explore so much and spoil her. And she was so young.
When Ileus and Anastasia came to visit them the next day, Kaizan took him to the fire where a pot of rabbit stew hung to warm its contents while the girls sat on a rug in front of the pool, lazing in their two-piece bikinis. Alexander was lying in a small makeshift cot getting rocked gently by his mother. Anastasia had brought a lot of supplies that included food, even though it wasn't necessary.
"So, how was your day yesterday?" asked Ileus with a silly grin on his face as he watched his wife whose wings he had shackled because she kept on flying away from him when he chased her. And then he had pinned her and thrust inside her with abandon. His day had been mind blowing and night was even better.
"I spilled my seeds inside her," Kaizan said, shaking his head.
"So?" Ileus shrugged as he took a large gulp of brew from his skin and passed it to Kazan.
Kaizan glanced at his wife who was in deep conversation with Anastasia. "She enticed me!" He exposed his neck and tapped on his mark. "She marked me!" He chugged from the never-ending skin and wiped his hand over his mouth.
"Isn't that good?" Ileus said as he leaned back on his arms.
Kaizan exhaled and said exasperatedly, "I didn't drink the potion."
"God damn it!" Ileus almost growled. He snatched the skin from Kaizan. "It was a full moon night!"
"Don't remind me!" Kaizan said, looking deflated. "I hope the moon goddess wouldn't do… that. We will have babes one day, just not now."
Ileus rolled his eyes. "Keep dreaming!" he said and then got up from there to go to his wife. Kaizan followed him, as he kept a watchful gaze on his wife.
The two girls stopped talking when the men approached. Ileus sat down behind Anastasia and held her breasts. "What are you doing?" Anastasia snapped.
"Supporting you darling," he replied. "These are so bloody swollen that it must be paining without support." He placed her hands below them and puckered them up as he stared at them from behind.
She swatted at his arm. "I don't need that support!"
"I am not asking you, love. I can see that those boobs need me." And the conversation closed at that. He had sucked them hard and now he flaunted them hard.
"So, what were you girls talking about?" asked Ileus.
"Pregnancy."
Kaizan coughed the brew out of his mouth on the side. "What?" he squealed.
Olivia shrugged. "What?"
"Oh, and by the way," said Ileus. He conjured a sealed envelope in the air. He handed it to Kaizan. "This one is from your home, Olivia. I picked it yesterday while coming here and forgot to give it to you."
Olivia took it from him with anxiety. A letter from her home? Nervous, she broke the lac seal and opened the parchment. It was from her mother. Kaizan leaned over her shoulder to read it.
Olivia's face split into a smile. She turned her face to place a kiss on his lips. "Mother and father have called us for formal wedding festivities." She was expecting a lash out from her mother, but this—this was pure surprise.
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Music recommendation: "Lady" by Kenny Rogers, suggested by Sacogun