Surreptitiously, he kept an eye on Rui and her friends as well. Ere was proving to be quite useful, smoothly steering her out of many a tricky situation, while Sorin prevented any and all threats from getting close enough to do harm.
Toward the end of the celebration, when the masses had begun to disperse, and the royal contingent left their thrones, Wolfe finally breathed easier. It looked like they would all depart from the event with their heads still attached to their necks.
He left before Rui, while Tristan stayed behind, helping to keep an eye on things.
Wolfe made certain to catch her gaze out the corner of her eye when he departed. He wanted her to follow.
They needed to talk.
Now, as he paced the bank of the lake, he wondered what took her so long. Surely, she understood that he wanted to meet her.
Had it been a half hour already? An hour? What could have detained her?
Just when he turned in the direction of the encampment to search her out, something hurtled into his back. Onto it, in fact, nearly knocking him to the ground.
“My Wolfe! I missed you! I couldn’t wait to meet you here. But Ere said we had to look unsuspicious and make our rounds. Wait a certain amount of time after the queen left to leave ourselves. Ere and his plots. I’ll never understand them. But he’s usually right.”
All of this she said quickly and breathlessly to the back of Wolfe’s head, her limbs wrapped around him like a star fish from behind, her entire weight dangling off his back. Her breathlessness told him that she must have run all the way here from camp.
He reached behind him to support her weight, at the same time shifted her until they faced each other, her legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck.
“Rui—”
But that was all he got out before she attacked his mouth with her own, her hands digging into the hair at the back of his head, holding him where she wanted him as she plundered.
Wolfe could do naught but plunder right back.
This female set him afire!
They tangled tongues and fought for dominance, licking and retreating into each other’s wet heat, nipping and pulling, licking and sucking. Pressed so tightly against him, he could feel her hard nipples imprinting into his chest, her soaked core wetting the tunic at his middle.
She tore her mouth away and arched her neck, gasping for breath.
“Wolfe…please…Ineed…”
He knew exactly what she needed from him. He needed it too.
The urgency of why he came here to wait for her was eclipsed by an altogether different necessity. He couldn’t wait.
Shoving one hand between them, he tore at her trousers and his own, somehow managed to free them both. Without a second’s delay, he snapped back his hips and thrust his painful erection inside her all the way to the hilt.
She gasped and bit her lip at the brutal invasion, with no preparation at all. She was dripping wet, but still almost entirely untried but for the one time they’d been together, and she was so fucking small.
He didn’t pull back or out, despite this knowledge. He was sorry to hurt her but he wasn’t sorry he claimed her.
He needed this.
He needed desperately to be inside her. And some wild part of him knew that she reveled in the pain and fierceness of his claiming.
The part of him that shoutedmine!To the part of her that answered in kind.
He kissed her exposed throat gently while he throbbed inside her tight, silken sheath, still holding up all of her weight in his arms. He surrounded and dwarfed her with his brute strength and size, impaled her on his thick, steely cock. A primal part of him gloried in this barbaric possession.
She washis.
She belonged to him.
And then she said: