Page 51 of Steeling Light
His hands run over my back and ass while his tongue makes my body quake. And I stare at the massive cock in front of me. It’s standing straight up, and I hesitate for a few moments. Then, I kiss my way to it. I’m not tall enough, but the possibilities inside me that have been desperate to help finally have a purpose, and I grow to perfectly fit his height.
My hand wraps around the base, and for the first time, Rhion is the one that quivers. I smile as my hand slowly moves up and down the shaft. I don’t know why, but feeling him react to my touch matters so much more than anything else.
I lick the tip and taste him. Kissing down the length, I inhale that scent of wildflowers, of yarrow and verbena. I breathe him in, and it threatens to consume me. All the while, he continues to lick, continues to drive my body higher and higher. His hands can’t seem to touch me enough as they roam over my body. They squeeze and scratch and pull me tighter against his mouth.
I wrap my lips around the tip, and he shakes under me. Not just a little quiver. No, he’s doing his best not to fully thrust even though his instincts tell him he should. I can feel him moan from between my legs.
Then it occurs to me. This is Rhion’s first time with anyone. He doesn’t know what he should and shouldn’t do. He doesn’t know…anything.
I give the tip just one more kiss—which makes him shudder under me—and I stand up. I look down between my legs and see him staring at me, his face shining in the moonlight, and I smile down at him. His cock twitches in the cool air, and I take a deep breath before moving to straddle it.
Rhion’s eyes are glazed over with lust, something I’ve never seen before. His entire body is tensed in preparation as if there were something he needed to do, and I want to tell him to just relax. I kneel over him, and his eyes never leave me.
I take a deep breath, and as he presses against my opening, I let it out as a gasp. He’s too big for me. There’s no way… And then the possibilities rush to my aid. I change, stretching and becoming the perfect match to his size.
Rhion’s hands dig into the grass under him, and I feel him swell inside me. I put my hands on his stomach to steady myself, and he grips my waist, his fingers shifting into claws and back constantly. He never hurts me, never loses control of that grip that could break bones.
I let out a soft groan as his body takes control, and he thrusts instinctively. Sex is always intense, but this is more than that. This is like walking through life having never taken off your shoes and felt the grass under your feet. It’s living your life indoors and finally stepping outside.
“You are perfect,” I say. The words leave my lips before I’ve even recognized I thought them. That’s when a strange thought dawns on me. Ever since Rhion came to Selithar, he’s been blunt with the way he felt about me. He’s worshipped at my altar for his entire life, and all I’ve ever done is spend time with him.
It’s time to show him how much he means to me. The betrothal was for both of us. This entire month feels like it was for me. But tonight… this is for him. He’s waited nine hundred years to feel me wrapped around him, and I will not disappoint him.
I lift myself until only the tip is still inside me, and I slam myself down on his thighs. Rhion groans, and I immediately repeat the movements. This time, it’s me who’s losing control. My nails dig into his stomach as I cling to him for support.
With every movement, I can feel him surrendering to the sensations. His hands grip me tighter. His eyes are even more glazed over. More than anything, his body thrusts of its own accord, doing its best to match my rhythm.
I revel in it. In him. In the absolute bliss that he’s feeling.
Then he grips me hard, his cock swelling even larger inside me, and I feel his release. Not just the physical sensations. I feel the emotions, the tidal wave of bliss that washes over him.
And changes him.
I keep up the steady rhythm I’ve built, my body giving him every bit of pleasure it can before he relaxes under me. I settle down on top of him, my hips pressed against his.
“That was…” he says, but he doesn’t finish, his mind seeming to get lost halfway through.
But we’re not done. Not by a long shot. I smile down at the man I love, who I’m betrothed to. I lean forward and wrap my hands on either side of him. The corner of my mouth quirks up as I stare into his eyes. “Don’t you dare try to go to sleep now, my darling Prince. Tonight, we’re going to play a game. I’m going to run, and you’re going to chase me.”
Rhion frowns, confusion written all over him. “Why would you run?”
“Because if you catch me, you get to do whatever you want with me. There are only two rules. You have to wait a full minute before you chase me, and neither of us can use wings at all.”
“But what do you mean bywhatever I want?”
I stand up and smile down at him. “I’m going to run, completely naked, through the woods. I think you know exactly what I’m hoping you’ll do. You’d better start counting. I don’t think either of us really wants me to outrun you, but I’m going to do my best.”
Then I take off. My legs move faster than I can remember. But I know Rhion’s faster. He’s better at shifting. There’s no way I’m going to get away, but I want him to forget to think for a minute. I want him to be a little more of a beast, a little more of a hunter than a thinker. I want him to let go of all the fears that come from inexperience.
I’m not a human. I won’t break if he uses some of that strength on me. If I’m going to be his betrothed, he can’t be afraid of hurting me accidentally.
So I run, and I give it everything I have. My legs grow, becoming powerful in a way that I’ve never made them. Where I pass, the leaves blow behind me. I leap over stones and fallen trees. I grab branches and swing to keep him from tracking me as easily. I follow a riverbed, soaking half my body in it to keep him from scenting me.
Twenty minutes pass at an absolutely merciless pace. I feel him getting closer through our bond. I feel him shift, and then he’s there, behind me. Teeth grip my leg as I continue to run, and I can feel them dig into my flesh just enough to hold me still. I fall, my momentum carrying me forward, and my foot cannot catch me.
I roll over onto my back and look up at the largest wolf I’ve ever seen. Tiny splashes of blood—my blood—lay along the fur of his cheek. Then the wolf shifts. He stands up on his back legs, his body becoming human. Naked with just a bit of blood along his cheek, he’s staring at me with a hunger in his eyes that I’ve never seen in Rhion before.
Without a single moment’s hesitation, he lifts me up by the waist and pulls me to him. I wrap my legs around his hips and stare into those glazed over gray eyes. He’s not thinking right now. The thrill of the hunt has gotten into him, and I’m the prey. When he kisses me, it’s not soft or gentle. He wants to consume me with that kiss.
