Not Him

I nibbled along his throat. Knowing that if I wanted to, I could’ve torn it out. He was entirely vulnerable to me in that moment. Naked, exposed and ball deep in my core.

I entirely possessed him. Just as much as he did, me.

“Yes!” He growled primally. Agreeing that he was what I decreed.

The great Warlord.

Mine.

Mine to give pleasure, mine to harm.

Though I would never do so, the fact that I could get close enough to, reminded me of how intimate the act we did just now was.

How connected we are.

Then we both erupted. I hooked my legs over his hips. Digging my heels into the backs of his thighs just as he slapped the wall next to me. Raking it with wolf claws as he fought for control of his wild body.

Together we slid to the floor.

Spent.

Or so I thought.

He barely paused to catch his breath. Before rolling me onto all fours and mounting me from behind. His ches