I peeled the parka off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, then reached for the hem of her thermal shirt. "Arms up," I murmured, and she obeyed, lifting them so I could pull the shirt over her head. Her bra was simple, practical, and somehow thatmade it even more erotic, this glimpse of the real Ellie beneath all the layers of protection she wore.
The moment the thermal cleared her head, she gasped at the chill, goosebumps rising across her skin. I immediately pulled her against me, wrapping my arms and wings around her, sharing my body heat.
"I've got you," I repeated against her hair, my hands running up and down her back. "I'm not letting you freeze."
"My pants," she said, her teeth chattering slightly. "Get them off, then warm me up properly."
I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face even as my cock throbbed with need. I made quick work of her pants, crouching down to help her step out of them, my hands steadying her. When I rose back up, she was standing there gloriously naked and shivering. I gathered her back into my arms immediately, curving my wings to wrap us in a cocoon of warmth.
"Better?" I asked, running my hands over her skin, trying to generate friction and warmth.
"Getting there," she breathed, pressing herself against me. The feel of her naked body against mine was almost enough to make me lose what little control I had left.
I growled, a sound that was more animal than civilized male, and lifted her. Her legs wrapped around my waist instantly.
I turned, carrying her the few steps to the wall where a thick flannel blanket hung, probably meant for insulation against the winter cold. I braced her against it, the soft fabric cushioning her back, and she gasped at the contact.
"This okay?" I asked, even as my hips pressed forward, grinding against her.
"Yes," she breathed. "God, yes. Stop asking and just…."
I kissed her hard, swallowing whatever she'd been about to say, my tongue claiming her mouth the way I was about to claim her body. My hands slid down to grip her ass, holding her in place, and she moaned into my mouth.
"Mine," I said against her throat, my teeth scraping the delicate skin. "My Ellie."
"Yours," she agreed breathlessly. "God, Rickon, please—"
The head of my cock found her entrance, slick and ready, and I had to close my eyes against the overwhelming sensation of it.
"Look at me," she commanded, and my eyes snapped open to meet hers. "I want to see you when you claim me."
I thrust up, seating myself inside her in one smooth motion, and we both groaned at the sensation. She was tight and hot and perfect, gripping me like she'd been made for this, made for me.
"Fuck," I breathed. "Ellie."
I started to move, unable to be gentle, unable to be anything but desperate and demanding. The wall behind her shuddered with each thrust, old wood creaking, and she clung to me with her arms around my neck, her face buried against my shoulder.
"Harder," she gasped. "Rickon, please, harder."
I complied, pounding into her with a force that should have worried me but only seemed to drive her higher. Her nails raked down my back, probably drawing blood, and the pain only spurred me on.
"Mine," I growled again. "Tell me you're mine."
"Yours," she cried out. "Always yours."
The word on her lips undid me. My wings, which I'd kept carefully wrapped around us, flexed wide, trembling.
Ellie didn't flinch. Her hands moved from my shoulders to touch the sensitive joints where wing met spine, and I nearly came from that alone.
"Beautiful," she whispered. "You're so beautiful."
I adjusted my grip, one hand under her ass and the other braced against the wall above her head and changed the angle. She made a choked sound that told me I'd found what I was looking for.
"There?" I asked, though I knew the answer.
"There, God, right there, don't stop—"
I didn't. I couldn't have stopped if the entire shack had collapsed around us. I hammered into her, hitting that spot with every thrust, feeling her tighten around me as she climbed higher.
