#16 Bows and Arrows

Zale

We made a plan. It wasn’t fool proof and there were about a million different ways that it could go wrong, but it was bold and we had the benefit of surprise. Maybe Quarter expected our retaliation, but we all doubted he expected the resources we would pull together. Quarter and the Legion, we theorized, were incapable of foreseeing the idea of several species coming together for a common cause.

It was midnight when we delivered the plan to the rest of the troops and it was decided that we would begin moving out at 3:00AM in waves. The first wave would set up a perimeter wide enough to see the rogues coming from miles away and the second wave would be the Archers who would hide in the trees. The third wave would be wolves and dragons who would be strategically placed around the meeting house which was located at the center point of our pod and the Sparrow pack.

Until then, everyone was ordered to get some rest.

“Zale,” Adira caught my attention as we lingered in the dining hall, “Come on.” She nodded her head.

I followed Adira out of the massive hall and through the packhouse.

“Where are we going?” I asked her, admiring the packhouse as she expertly navigated its hallways.

“My room.” She said and I shoved down my excitement.

At the very back of the packhouse was a private section that I gathered belonged to the family of the Alpha and Luna. Adira went to the last door at the end of the hallway and pushed it opened. She flicked on the lights and walked inside. I had been here once before when I followed her scent from Aidian’s hospital room after he kicked her out of the packhouse. It was hard to believe that, that was only two days ago.

“We should take our own advice and get some rest.” She said,

“We should.” I agreed, but nothing about my tone supported that statement.

I reached blindly behind me and shut the bedroom door before covering the distance between us. She stayed frozen in place, watching me intently as I approached her. Wrapping my arms around her stiff body, I pulled off her weapons and laid them on the chest at the end of the bed before pulling her against me. Finally, when she was disarmed and had nowhere else to go, she relaxed and melted against me.

“I just want to hold you tonight.” I whispered into her hair, burying my face into the top of her head.

“Is that it?” She asked and I tensed up, pulling her away so she was at arms length and I could see her face.

“What?” My voice cracked.

“I said, is that all that you want to do?” She huffed, looking annoyed at having to repeat herself.

“Adira….” My voice was low and crackled with desire, “Don’t tease me, little wolf.” I warned her.

Her eyes grew darker and darker, and she shook her head,

“I wouldn’t dare.” She replied in a smokey tone of her own.

She grabbed two fist fulls of my shirt and yanked me towards her so quickly that I nearly lost my balance, something she was hoping for it seemed as she knocked us back onto the bed. She flipped us around so that I was laying on the bed and she was straddling my waist, her palms resting flat on my chest as she sat up, looking over me with her lustful gaze.

“The timing isn’t right, it’ll probably never be right, and I don’t want to wait. To hell with waiting.” She rambled, her hands exploring my body.

Honestly, I wasn’t entirely sure what she was saying, but I didn’t care; not when her hands were exploring me so freely. I closed my eyes and a deep growl escaped my chest.

“I don’t want to go into battle without wearing your mark and I don’t want you going into battle without wearing mine.” She said and my eyes snapped open to meet hers.

She was staring right at me, her forest green eyes mixing with Lucille’s black gaze and everything about her expression was dead serious. I ran my hands down her arms until they came to rest on her hips.

“Are you sure, Kyrre?” I asked.

To answer my question, she ripped open my shirt and her fingers danced across my now exposed skin. I threw my head back and groaned as her warm hands pressed against my damaged and scarred chest.

“I’m always sure.” She told me.

I felt her adjustingadjusting her body and I opened my eyes to see what she was doing just in time for her lips to crash onto mine. And then it was all over.

My resolve, my patience, my restraint, all of it, gone.

She rolled her hips againstagainst my groin and I lost control, growling and desperate to show her who was in charge. I aggressively flipped us around so her body was pressed between mine and the bed, and I got to work on her shirt. The cape was damn near impossible to get off, but I eventually succeeded before having to peel the shirt from her now sweaty body. The tight sports bra shoved her breasts in my face and I nearly died at the sight of them.

She moaned as I buried my face in betweenin between her breasts, kissing, licking, and nibbling on her sensitive skin. I kissed her pebbled nipples through the fabric and she cried out in need. I ripped the bra over her head and locked eyes with her again, growing even harder at the look of desire I found staring back at me.

She wrapped her arms and legs around my body and pulled me back down to her, her now exposed breasts pressed against my naked chest. When her fingernails dug into my back, I nearly burst with the mixture of pain and pleasure.

I kissed her feverishly, shoving my tongue inside her mouth and claiming it as mine before continuing my assault down her skin. I left temporary marks all over her neck and breasts, eager to mark every inch of her in every way possible, and by the way she was moaning and wiggling under me, I figured that she approved.

My mouth found the valley where her hips disappeared into her pants and I lingered there for a tortuously long moment.

“Zale.” She whined my name and never was a more perfect sound uttered than my mate’s expression of need for my touch.

I undid her pants and slowly tugged them from her legs, kissing each inch of skin that I exposed before I would pull them down farther. I glanced up at her when I reached her ankles and saw that she was growing impatient with me, her hands tugging at my hair. I chuckled at her and tossed her pants on the ground, quickly discarding her underwear, too.

I found myself back between her legs and was pleased to discover that her sweet honey scent was even stronger there. She gasped as I blew air across her sensitive region and I watched as her face contorted in pleasure. She fisted the sheets and pressed her head into the pillow, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Look at me, little wolf,” I demanded, “I want to see how I make you feel.”

Her eyes snapped open and she locked them with mine.

“Good girl.” I purred before diving my face between her legs.

She cried out, but didn’t break eye contact with me as I licked and sucked on her nub, inserting a finger and pulling another loud moan from my mate. I curled my finger inside of her until untilI reached a spot that made her toes curl and then I added another finger. When I nibbled at her nub, she gasped and fisted my hair, forcing my mouth to stay just where she wanted it. I allowed her to use my face for her pleasure until she had chased her high all the way to its conclusion.

“Kiss me, baby, taste how sweet you are from my lips.” I said, crawling back on top of her and consuming her mouth with mine.

She wrapped her long, delicious legs around my hips and pulled me towards her, lifting her hips from the bed and rolling them against my groin; clearly she wasn’t done with me, yet.

I gripped her hips and pulled them away, pinning her to the bed.

“Eager little wolf,” I chuckled at her precious pout, “If you keep that up, I won’t make it very long.” I warned her and she immediatelyimmediately went still.

“I want you to mark me.” I told her, softly caressing her body with my fingertips.

“I want you, too.” She panted and I smiled at her, enjoying the way I made her speechless.

“I love you, Adira.”

“I love you, Zale, make me yours.” She begged.

“Who am I to deny my Lady?” I said, my hand slipping down between her legs.

She was already wet and ready for me, gasping the second I touched her core.

“So sensitive,” I teased and she fixed me with a glare, “And impatient.”

I rubbed the length of my member up and down her opening,

“Is this what you want, Kyrre?” I asked and she bit her lip, nodding, “Say it. I want to hear you say what you want.” I demanded with a growl.

“I want you.” She nearly cried out and I obligedobliged.

I slowly guided myself into her core, knowing that I would be her first and that she would be mine. She sucked in a breath, hissing as my member invaded her. When it was all the way in, I froze and allowed her to adjust to my size. Her eyes were pinched closed in pain and I caressed her face, smoothing out every last wrinkle.

Finally, her breathing slowed down and the tension eased from her body. When she felt comfortable enough, she wiggled her hips and I groaned, nearly busting right then and there. I gripped her hips, slowing her movements down and she opened her eyes, locking them with mine.

She smiled at me teasingly, telling me that she knew exactly what she was doing to me. I decided to give her some payback. I pulled all the way out of her and, just as she began whimpering at the loss of contact, slammed back inside. I repeated this once, twice, three times until it was too much torture for me to endure. I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, pulling another moan from her sweet lips as I pumped in and out of her.

I felt her begin to tighten around me and I knew that she was close. I leaned over her, slowing my movements until I was frozen inside of her. I kissed her deeply, moving my lips down her cheek, her chin, her neck, until I landed on her shoulder. I paused, noticing how her body reacted strongest to my touch there, and stirred my beast.

I raised my hand to brush her hair from her sweaty forehead, cupping her cheek and running my thumb over her bottom lip.

“Look at me, Kyrre.” I whispered and her eyes fluttered open.

Her lips parted in a quiet gasp as she saw my blazing eyes. I pulled my hand away from her face and her eyes trailed to my palm, blinking in astonishment.

“Will it hurt?” She whispered, licking her lips.

“Nothing I do will ever hurt you, my love,” I promised, kissing her nose, “Do you still want this?” I asked.

She nodded, biting her bottom lip and studying my hand.

“It’ll just feel warm against her skin, it might burn for a moment, but I promise that it won’t hurt.”

“I’m ready, Zale.” She said, her eyes rising to meet mine.