Freedom of Flight Ch. 07

He didn't stop his movements, pushing her further into an even stronger moment of bliss. She shivered but didn't try to stop him, on the contrary, her body started to press up to each of his thrust, encouraging him further as he felt his climax build. Her lips pressed against his throat and she bit down again but again she couldn't break his skin.

Reaching their pinnacles, this time they exploded together, each yelling out the others name. He let more of his weight press against her body and rested his forehead against hers, panting quickly as his member surged within her. Her hands stroked his body with a smile of sated desire lingering on her face. He started to move to get off her but her legs tightened, wanting to keep him close.

Understanding her need for closeness, he rolled them onto their sides as a second option and watched her drift to sleep. He smiled, pleased with the turn of events and closed his eyes to join her in sleep, knowing that tonight he would not dream, as his dreams had come true.

*

The wolf yawned as she took over her human body. She was pleased with how things had gone tonight. She felt the needs of her body and gently slipped from his arms. A quick scan of the room confirmed it was similar to her own and she walked into the bathroom to take care of her needs. She walked out and stretched, feeling the delightful ache between her legs. She walked to the bed and watched her mate even though he did not bear her mark. She growled to herself for the oversight but she knew her human had to do this on her own.

This was for her; she would claim him for them both. She didn't want to scare or startle Tarval so she kept her body human. Her eyes, however, had turned golden, her teeth sharpened and claws lengthened. No more or she would scare him... at least no more until much later... later he would meet her in all her wolf-en glory but until then, little steps. Wolves have always been smart and cunning... strategists even and she knew she had to have a strategy for introducing herself to her mate. She crawled onto the bed predatorily and into the blankets. She paused when he mumbled then moved again, she waited for him to settle before pressing her lips to the hollow of his throat as she settled beside him.

His eyes snapped open, his arms instinctively wrapping around her and pulling her to his body. She liked the show of strength; he would be a good protector of their pups. Approvingly, her tongue ran up his neck and throat in long lazy swipes, drawing a chuckle from him. He caught her jaw and brought their lips together. She let him kiss her, drawing on her human memories to respond to him. She slid a hand down his body, tracing muscles as she went until she got to his rapidly growing member. Her hand quickly wrapped around it, started to stroke, backwards, and forwards.

He tore his lips from hers and commented, "More?... You're going to be the death of me." He told her, sounding serious although his member disagreed and was now at full attention, seeking the warm channel it called home.

She grinned in reaction and licked his lips, his chin, and his throat in a downward motion. When she got to his chest, he knew what she was going to do. His hands quickly wrapped around her biceps and pulled her back up, preventing her exploration.

"If you do that, we won't be able to have fun together." He told her. He actually didn't want her to pleasure him that way... at least not right now. He wanted to show her the delights first and slowly ease her into a sharing relationship where they could both give and take.

She stopped her actions and rested her head against his chest. He moaned and rolled her over, pinning her beneath him. He groaned as he pressed her back down to the bed, his hips cradled between her thighs. He attacked her lips, her nails gently raked against his back as her tongue fought his for dominance in the pleasurable caress.

He snaked a hand between their bodies, glad when his questing fingers met her warm moist womanhood. He felt around carefully, making sure she would be wet enough for them to join their bodies at this moment. She reached down, grabbed his staff and directed it to where she needed and wanted it. Apparently, his little mate is a bit insistent but he was more than happy to oblige.

She growled pleasurably as he slid into her, his groan echoing hers as her warmth started to envelope him. He then began to thrust, wanting to be completely within her; her nails raked against his skin, making him burn. He heard her growl; it was soft, seductive almost. He watched her eyes and frowned when he noticed they had changed colour. He dismissed it, thinking that he would get an explanation in morning when the mad want to fill her womb with his seed had hopefully burned down to a simmer.

He ran his lips down her neck to suck and nibble at her throat as he moved in and out of her. She focused her eyes on his neck, even as she felt her body begin to tense. She picked the spot, which would show her bite to world, proclaiming him as belonging to her. She growled as she felt her climax build within her, glad that she couldn't turn him. She only had to bite him, mark him as hers. He grunted as he felt her grip his tightly with both her hips and her womanhood, knowing that she was getting close so sped up his thrusts to be there with her at the end.

She picked her spot and lunged forward, sinking her teeth into his neck, feeling his blood coat her teeth as she came around him, grunting into his neck and biting just that little harder. He gasped in pain, but it was too late to stop his climax from exploding through his body to bathe her womb with his seed.

He held still for several moments, feeling the sharp pain in his neck where her teeth still were, "Alanna?" he panted, concerned.

She released him and licked at the bite, sealing and cleaning the wound. She didn't talk but just pressed her face to his chest and drifted back to sleep in sated bliss. He glared at her for a moment, wondering how she could just fall to sleep like that. He sighed and left it for the morning; he would not disturb her rest. He rolled them both onto their sides and stroked her skin as he waited for sleep to take him. He would deal with the bite wound in the morning.

*

Alanna moaned and stretched as she slowly woke. For the first time in years, she awoke feeling rested, having slept deeply without a single nightmare. She moved closer to the body near her, flinging a leg over him and pressing her face to the firmly muscled chest to fall back asleep. Tarval was awake and waiting for her. He wanted to go and tend to the bite mark but he didn't want to leave her side.

He leant down to her ear and whispered, "Alanna." She pulled away from his chest, looked up, and smiled at him. "We need to talk..."

"Hold that thought." She tossed back the blankets and ran naked across his room to his bathroom. He stood, a little frustrated at her delaying tactic even if she had to answer the call of nature and walked over to a mirror to inspect the bite she had inflicted the night before. It had scabbed over but didn't look to be infected.

She walked out of the bathroom and stretched luxuriously while he watched through the mirror and felt desire rise up in him. He turned and smiled a joyously as he walked over and scooped her up to kiss her passionately. As he laid her down on the bed, she gently broke the kiss. "You said we have to talk. Talk first... sex later," she promised.

He smiled ruefully at her reminder and kissed her throat. He then crawled up the bed, grabbing a special pillow, which would allow him to lie on his back without hurting his wings. When he was comfortable, he gestured her to come closer as she was ogling over his naked body. She crawled up and snuggled against his side, her head on his chest.

"Not that I'm complaining, but why did you come into my room last night?" He asked, starting the session.

"I was ready..." she replied as her voice trailed off in embarrassment, her green eyes suddenly focusing on his chest instead of his piercing blue eyes.

His heart clenched as he realised what she meant and the trust she had placed on him. She had finally trusted him with her body, her heart and her soul, and this alone almost brought tears to his eyes. After everything she had been through, she still chose to trust him, and so quickly. He thought it might have taken months to get to where he was now. He alone would either redeem the entire male sex or destroy her faith in everything her mother had been trying to do to get her over her childhood. "And?" He asked wanting to know how she viewed last night, was it the best night of her night or the biggest mistake?

She smiled, turning her head back to meet his eyes, "no regrets."

He smiled, relieved, as though a weight has been lifted from his shoulders. He obviously did something right last night. He stroked her face tenderly and several loose strands of silky, black hair that had come free from its plait sometime in the night. "Why did you bite me last night?" He asked curiously, it being his second most important question.

She frowned and shook her head, as she answered, "No, I didn't."

He tilted his head aside and showed the wound to her. She pushed herself up his body and closer to his neck to see what he was talking about. Her fingers trembled as she traced the wound. "Do you know what this is?" She asked quietly.

"A bite mark?"

She sighed and moved so that she was straddling his stomach. "How much do you know about Were culture?"

He shrugged, "Only what I've been able to gleam off of you, Sage and Dominic plus the little I learnt when Bianca was around... So not nearly enough."

She sighed and traced her fingers over the mark, keeping her eyes on his neck, "Amongst Were, this bite mark means you're claimed by me; that you're mine and if anyone wants to take you from me, they will have to fight me for you. It marks you as my mate and is almost as strong a tie as a binding ceremony." She took a deep breath but her eyes remained firmly on the bite and refused to rise to meet his, to see his reaction to the meaning of her bite. She herself didn't completely know how she felt about it... how could he?

His large hand reached up and cupped her jaw, her eyes shot to his and searched them for anger or fury at what she had done, but neither emotion was in his eyes. "So... do I have to bite you back?"

She looked into his eyes for a moment, judging his sincerity. After a few moments, she smiled sunnily, happy that he's truly accepting this so well. "If you want to." She offered.

He returned her smiled and stated musingly, "So... I'm your mate..."

She nodded; feeling her heart clinch at the thought, this man... this caring and loving man was all hers. A warm happy feeling filled her body. She pressed her nose to his chest and took a deep breath, the warm feeling within her intensified.

He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply, when the kiss broke, he broke out in a warm smile, which she returned, "I like that... I also like the sound of a binding ceremony. I want to be tied to you in every way I can," he told her. He didn't care how their lives were bound together as long as they were, so that the universe would know that she was his and he was hers.

"I still don't remember biting you hard enough to do that." Her brows crinkled together in an effort to remember.

He frowned and tried to help, "would it have anything to do with the fact that you wouldn't talk and your eyes were golden?"

That definitely rang a bell and she sighed, it did explain everything. "Yes. You've always wanted to meet my wolf half and last night you did. She bit you to tie us together. She's been the one who's been egging me on to let you closer!"

He grinned at the thought that it was her beast, which had helped get them together, "next time I see her, I'll have to thank her."

She lowered her upper body onto his chest, tucking her head under his chin and holding him close, just being together was a great thing for both of them as it sunk in that they were really together now. Suddenly something occurred to him while they were enjoying the silence. "So does that mean..."

Yes, we can talk to each other mentally... but you knew that part already. The bite forges the bond and although you cannot be turned into a Were, you can take on Were characteristics. Sage is Dominic's daughter and he is your son even though you never acknowledge it. That is why she can talk to you mind- to-mind but we never could.

But Dominic says you used a blood bond spell to keep Markus at bay.He reminded her.

Pleased that he seemed to remember many things about her, she answered,yes, but only a small amount of Sage's blood came in contact with mine, enough to forge a bond to her but sadly not enough to forge a bond with her father or you.

He smiled and nuzzled her throat soothingly.I kind of like that. Sage is your sister, she will always be a part of you but you are mine.

I am yours and you are mine.

He felt his desire come back to the forefront of his mind with her admission. He was aching with a renewed need to sate his desire within his mate's body after the temporary diversion.

She could feel him getting hard and wanting against her thigh. She reached back to start teasing the throbbing member. "So is this for me?" She asked teasingly as she ran her fingertips gently up his staff and back down again. He quivered.

"Gods, yes." He breathed his passion clear in his hoarse voice.

She smiled a pure feline smile of confidence... even though she's wolf not a feline. "So... what do you want?"

He pulled her close to him, tilting her chin up so that he could attack her lips.

"This is what I want." He said then proceeded to kiss her passionately, pulling her deeper into a spiralling vortex of passion and need with him, one hand slid around her back, down over her firm backside and between her legs to feel her readiness. He stroked her entire body, finding all those places he had discovered last night. Just as simple as that, her juices quickly flowed. She was on fire and he was the only remedy to cool her down. He groaned and moved his hands to her hips. He lifted her up and slowly impaled her on his maleness, nearly crazed for her feminine heat. He sighed in satisfaction as she groaned in need. He lifted a hand and stroked her jaw. He sat up and kissed her deeply; he rocked his hips up as he cupped her hips and pulled her down to meet his thrusts.

She captured his bottom lip between her teeth and bit down lightly. He got up, knelt then gently laid her on her back; all the while, he remained connected to her body, a testament to his strength. His lips travelled over her face and neck as he slowly started to roll his hips. She gasped and nibbled at his ear in retaliation, as it was the only place she could reach.

There was a knock on the door. He ignored the door and continued to slowly make love to his mate. Another more demanding knock sounded on the door.

"Tarval, Alanna's missing." Dominic called through the door.

He pushed himself up stilling his movements but keeping himself buried deep within her. "No... She's not," he yelled. "Bugger off."

She snorted as she could hear Dominic's chuckle of understanding. Tarval captured her lips again, wanting to have hercompleteattention and started moving again, this time more demandingly within her. She moaned aloud and tried to raise her hips to meet his thrusts. He moved his lips down her neck to her shoulder then made his decision; his teeth bit down. She panted and growled in elation as his teeth broke the skin, coating his teeth with her blood. His lips moved back to hers as she moaned and duelled her tongue with his. She quickly nipped his lip, letting their blood mingle in their mouths.

Her body tightened as the pleasure built. "Please." She gasped then licked her lips that were coated with blood not wanting to waste his life's essence and letting her beast have its taste.

He made a very masculine chuckle and sped up his thrusts up further. Her hands slid around his body and stroked his wings, causing him to nearly cum on the spot for never had he known that his wing could be so sensitive. She panted against his ear as her body started to tingle, nearly reaching her climax, "Tar..." She began to cry out his name as she came.

He groaned and held her tightly as his seed mingled within her. After a few more thrusts, he sighed contentedly and rested against her with deep satisfaction.

"Roll over." She ordered, after getting some of her breath back.

He sighed ruefully, rolled onto his back, and slid the pillow back between his wings. He would never refuse her within reason and as long as they get to cuddle, he didn't really care. Besides, he knew he was heavy and didn't want to make her uncomfortable. She shifted and he slid free from her body, he sighed a little in disappointment, as he had wanted to stay within her. She pulled the blankets up and cuddled up to him resting her head on his chest. He dragged her up so that she rested on top of him as he wanted her close, needed her close. She rubbed her face against his chest. She liked this, his arms holding her protectively and lovingly.

"That's better." He made sure the blankets were secure and covering their lower halves. He stroked her back as she drifted to sleep, listening to his steady heartbeat. His fingers undid the plait, which held her black hair back. It slid from his fingers and brushed his skin like a silk sheet. He was glad to see it surround her for the first time; he didn't consider the party to be the first time as her hair had been styled and restrained by pins even thought it had been left loose.

He smiled as he listened to her sleep. His door clicked and opened, Dominic glanced in and couldn't help but grin, then his expression quickly changed as he stepped aside to let Wolfgang and Amy in. Tarval didn't bother to move or wake her; he would never disturb her rest. Wolfgang clenched his fists but Amy turned and gave him a warning glare. She dragged Wolfgang from the room after making sure that all was well with her daughter. Dominic gave Tarval an apologetic look before closing his door and locking it. Leaving Alanna and Tarval to their mischief.

*

Wolfgang wanted to hurt someone. He really wanted to go back to that room and pummel Tarval into a pulp for daring to touch his daughter... for daring to sleep with her. Amy watched him as he paced in their room. "Will you calm down?" She demanded, completely at ease with what she had seen. She was actually closer to being ecstatic with what she had seen; pleased that Alanna had found someone she could trust that way.

"Calm down? Doesn't this seem a little sudden to you?" He ranted.

"Wolfgang, they have been working up to this for two months. You had me in the same period. Why are you fussing?" She pointed out.

He gave her an exasperated look, "'Cause she's my daughter."

"She's an adult, Wolfgang. You cannot keep her from her life. If you gave him a chance, you would see that Tarval loves her, that he respects her. He is a good man." She stood and pointed to the bed. "Sit." She ordered him and of course, he obeyed.

"I know you feel all protective over Alanna... I'm protective too... but," she paused for a moment, trying to put her thoughts into words then started again. "My father told me something when I turned twenty one, shortly before both my parents died. Parents give only two truly important gifts to their children in their lifetime. Those gifts are roots and wings. Wings so that they can leave and live their own lives and roots so that they always know their way home." She waited for him to catch up, confident that he would not disappoint her.