Torion straightened, blinking and looking behind him. "I thought you might need…provisions."
Tender aches raced through me. "You thought right."
His head whipped back to stare at me. "Have you been… Why didn't you send for?—"
"Torion," I said, giving into the inevitable, into what every inch of me craved and the majority of my thoughts demanded, contrary and argumentative as they were. I crossed to him untilI could savor that buzz of energy and excitement that sizzled between us.
He swallowed hard, and I realized his right hand was still fisted around the strings of the wagon. I reached for that hand, and the strings dropped, our fingers gripping tightly. "Hm?" he asked.
He was too damn tall, and even rising up to the tips of my toes—bare toes in the cold grass, but even they were sharply alive—didn't lift me high enough for what I wanted. His eyes widened as I reached my other hand up to the back of his neck, tugging him closer.
Torion groaned and fell upon me, our mouths slanting together, open and starving, tongues clashing for barely a moment before finding their natural rhythm together, stroking and twining and then sliding apart. Our hands remained clasped, but Torion's free arm circled my waist, lifting me up off the ground, my toes swaying as he marched us to the cottage, only making it as far as the door.
"Wait," I tried to say, but the word was buried in the kiss.
Torion yelped as his head collided with the low doorframe, my own just grazing beneath. He pulled away, blinked at the door, and then growled as if he might intimidate it into accommodating his huge frame. I started to giggle, to slide myself out of his arms, when his glare turned on me.
"Oh no, you don't," he snarled, his arm tightening around me until I was breathless. With a quick crouch, he ducked us into the darkness of the cottage, pinning me to the scant feet of bare wall just right of my door. His mouth was hot on mine, the taste of him beautifully familiar, a flavor I'd been craving for days without realizing.
My knees bent, legs wrapping around his waist, a soft cry rising up from my throat when his cock swelled between us, hunting through layers of fabric to press just under my belly.
"Brigid, I?—"
I had no idea what he might say, but I couldn't take the chance that it might fracture the moment, that it might lead to him sliding out of my arms, back to the wagon and home to the keep.
"I need you inside of me," I gasped out, my hand on the back of his neck sliding up to anchor itself in his curls. I forced the next kiss, thrusting my tongue against his, and Torion moaned.
He shifted, pulling our hands apart, and I wanted to scratch at his chest, tear at his wings, until I realized he was doing his own urgent tearing, tugging and pulling the fabric between us up out of the way. The kiss broke as we both fumbled together, breaths panting and mingling. We'd barely touched aside from the kiss, but my breasts were aching, my core throbbing in anticipation. My skin had lit up, tingling and brightening, waiting for Torion's attention, but none more so than my suddenly ravenous core.
Wads of heavy plaid and coarse linen dug into my stomach, but nothing distracted from the brief tap of damp, swollen flesh. I gasped, and Torion grunted, our hands all but slapping together before I pushed his out of the way, finding his cock and taking it in a brutal grip. Torion groaned, head thrown back, knees buckling till they hit the wall. I guided the slick, pulsing head to my center and dove forward, taking Torion's beautiful, tan, flexing throat between my teeth.
He howled, and I buried my own scream into his flesh as he slammed home inside of me, the sudden stretch an explosion of heat, a sharp stinging edge that built and softened in equal measure as he held us frozen like that, my body not adjusting around him so much as relearning how to hold him better inside of me.
"More," I whispered, kissing the skin I'd bitten. "Harder. Deeper."
I tried to flex my hips forward but Torion had me trapped, my head against the doorjamb, spine perfectly straight down to the slightest tip of my hips to better bury himself inside of me. He pushed in until I lost my breath, held me in place with just the weight of his body, and pulled his arm from around my waist.
"Yes, my lovely witch," he whispered, and then he hooked one arm beneath my left thigh. I squeaked as he inched me up the wall with a rough thrust, then repeated the maneuver on my other leg until I was held up in his arms, helplessly pinned on his cock. Torion stood straight, his chest breathing roughly into my own, the pair of us still fully dressed with heaps of fabric shoved aside.
His eyes caught mine and I squirmed, whimpering, too stuffed to interpret the dark meaning of his stare.
"Is this what you want?" he asked, edging out of me, my mouth falling open with a pathetic sound of protest. My head thumped against the wall as he surged back in, his movement inside of me sudden and rough, our skin clapping together as an almost embarrassing amount of wetness eased the motion.
I couldn't speak as he fucked me, rough and fast, his grunts animal and the soft howl of relief that rose up out of me made of desperate vowels.
"Greedy omega, needing her alpha's cock," Torion snarled out, and I swore the cottage shook with his thrusts.
"T-Torion," I cried out. There was a kind of anger in his voice, in the heavy slap of his hips against mine, the brutal drum of his length inside of me. It thrilled me, as did the trap his body fashioned for mine, but his brow was furrowed, a determined scowl replacing the usual wonder on his face as he was inside of me.
My hand was still tangled in his hair, and I used it now to distract him, pulling until he shouted and then guiding his face to mine, nibbling at his mouth until the sneer there softened.
Torion wasn't Malcolm, I'd known that plenty early. But no matter what might come between us in the future, I didn't want to be Malcolm now either, dangling my affection just out of Torion's reach.
"I—Ah! Torion, I-I missed you," I forced out between his harsh pace. It faltered as I spoke, Torion's body shuddering against mine, his chest sinking into mine, crushing my breasts as his mouth claimed a kiss, gentler but no less hungry.
His hands squeezed at my ass, and his strokes inside of me sank deeper until he bottomed out, the swelling of his knot stretching me open before he eased out.
"I missed you," I repeated when he let me catch a breath.
