The throb of wanting her tightens through my abdomen, and my pants. I press my growing erection against her buttocks and feel her breath catch. I groan against her shoulder at the friction.
I move my mouth to the back of her neck and her spine, and then the Luna sigil.
She moans when my lips close over it and her head falls back against my shoulder. I keep my mouth there for a moment, feeling the mark's warmth against my lips, and then slide my hands down the flat plane of her stomach and push the dress the rest of the way down until it pools around her ankles.
The mountain air is cool. Her skin is warm. I can smell her arousal and the scent of her pulls the wolf to the surface in one clean surge. I can feel him in my eyes, my teeth sharpen, but I hold him back.
I slide one hand between her thighs and feel how wet she is, and the sound she makes when my fingers graze her sex makes restraint genuinely difficult. I stroke slowly, my fingertips exploring her folds. Her lips part. Her breathing shortens. She grips my wrist and pushes herself into my touch.
"Alden, stop teasing,” she whimpers.
"As you wish," I mutter against her warm, silky skin.
I move my slick fingers against her swollen clitoris, and Cassidy’s knees buckle. I keep an arm around her torso, holding her up, and work her sensitive nub with slow, precise strokes.
“Don’t stop,” she pleads.
I keep the pace deliberate, feeling her build, her whole body shifting toward the edge while I hold her against my chest and watch. When she starts to tremble, my cock nearly rips through my pants, and I can’t help but push into her buttocks again, burying my groan in her shoulder.
Running my tongue along her neck, I find her earlobe and nibble on the supple flesh.
Cassidy moans and clenches her legs. “Yes, yes!” she gasps, her body shaking in my arms as an orgasm crashes through her.
I lower her to the moss at the ridge's edge and strip off my cloak and shirt and the rest, the relief of it sharp and immediate as my erection springs free, precum already coating the tip. The ache in my cock increases when I look at her lying in the moonlight with her hair coming loose from the braid and her skin glowing.
She opens her legs and her eyes are dark and steady, tracking me.
I settle into the cradle of her knees and hips and slide inside her slowly—taking my time, feeling every inch of the sensation, her body closing warm and perfect around me, her insides clenching tight on my length.
A groan pulls from deep in my chest that I don't attempt to contain. She exhales long and shuddering and her hands find my back.
I keep my movements slow. Deliberate. Drawing each stroke out to its full length, feeling her respond to every inch as I slide in and out, watching her face contort. There is no urgency thistime, just this, just her, just the bond running warm and present between us with nowhere to be and nothing pressing at its edges.
Her head rolls to the side. Her hips rise to meet me.
"Deeper," she breathes.
That word breaks what composure I was keeping. I hook her leg around my hip and shift the angle, thrusting into her harder and deeper.
Her back arches off the moss and she bites her bottom lip, a muffled moan breaking through. I pick up the pace, one hand on her hip, the other braced beside her head, and chase the inevitable climax we’re both searching for.
She throws her head back and cries out. “Alden, I’m coming!”
Her insides cinch tight around my cock, the sensation moving through me like a current, until I follow with three deep, measured strokes releasing inside her with my face pressed to her neck and my hands pulling her against me.
The mountain is very quiet afterward.
Her fingers trace slow lines up my spine while our breathing slows, and the feelings the bond ignites grows stronger than ever. She is mine.
"We should go back," she says, eventually.
"We should," I agree, without moving.
She laughs—a real one, quiet and warm—and I feel it against my chest.
I drape my Alpha cloak over her shoulders before we leave the ridge, a symbolic gesture for the pack.
She clutches the edges of the cloak around her. “What does it mean?”
