Holding onto myself, rubbing myself against her, I lifted my head to look at her, my breath harsh as I rocked against her and she stopped breathing whenever I passed over that tiny bundle of nerves, and she stopped breathing every time I passed over where we would join, and she stopped breathing every time I held the pressure at the peak of my roll in a parody of what I really wanted to do.
“Cara…” I groaned, dropping my face to nip at her neck again.
She whispered something that was supposed to be my name, I thought, but she was arching, pressing her breasts higher, begging for my attention there again—and so I gave it, humming with approval when she gave another whimper and shuddered as I passed over her again.
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~ RIG ~We lay there together for a long time, dozing and holding each other. Breathing.As Cara slipped in and out of sleep, I found myself watching her. My wife. My mate. Mine. I couldn’t quite breathe every time I thought about it. Letting my gaze trace the lines of her porcelain skin, her mussed hair, the hint of pink still in her cheeks… I was awed. She was really mine. Truly mine… well, mostly.A niggling unease crept up underneath the joy.The bond hadn’t completed. I was pretty sure.I hadn’t had a bond before, so I couldn’t be certain. But I’d heard enough stories and jokes between the mated wolves to know that when it happened it was impossible to miss.
~ RIG ~Was I the reason the bond hadn’t completed?Did I need to be the one to go first… to let whatever it was come out? Maybe because she was human, that was the only way?Or maybe humans just couldn’t release whatever this thing was?I had a gross mental image for a minute from that movie “Aliens.” I shuddered. Fuck, I hoped when it did come that it wouldn’t hurt.But that was stupid. No one ever talked about the bond hurting. That was the point. Having your mate so close, so connected was the opposite of hurt. Or so I’d been told.So I thought back on the words Mack had chosen. Chewing them over.
~ CARA ~I woke up to Rig’s touch, and it was so delicious, prickling and tingling down my back, I didn’t want to move at first.But then he sighed. Only a small sigh. A heavy breath. But I felt… something. I could feel that something was wrong. Even though he touched me so gently and lay so quietly… I could feel him.“What’s wrong?”I had to turn around to face him and ask a second time before he admitted it.“I’m just… terrified to lose you.”Seeing the blazing love in his eyes, that burning
If you like music while you read, try “Meaning” by Nathan Wagner. It’s what I listened to while writing Rig’s perspective here.*****~ RIG ~Loving Cara was a bird of prey, with inch-long talons buried in my heart. It lifted me off my feet and shot me into the atmosphere.I could scream and close my eyes, or I could marvel at how small the world looked from here.My entire body trembled.Surrender. Surrender. Surrender.The word rolled in my head like waves pounding the beach, incessant, but comforting.Trust.Give everything.
If you like music while you read, try “Surrender” by Natalie Taylor. It’s what I listened to while writing this song, and is perfect for Cara’s heart here!*****~ CARA ~Rig taking me the second time was new and different, and utterly overwhelming.His intensity in his kiss, in his eyes, had already got my body thrilling. But there was something else—something he pulled from the darkness… as if he was giving it away. Giving it to me.He entered me and my head fell back against my will, a strange noise breaking in my throat.Above me he groaned my name, his breath hissing between his teeth. Fisting the pillow next to my head, he looked as if he might actually lose
~ RIG ~My chest heaved. I was afraid I was going to crush her, so I forced myself up onto my elbow, but I couldn’t bear the thought of separating from her yet, so I just laid there, gaping at her like an idiot, my hair falling into my eyes.“Cara… holy shit, did you feel that?”Her eyes sparkled when she opened them, her face softened by a beaming smile. “Are you serious? Of course I felt it. That was the bond?” Then her eyes dropped to my neck and widened and she clapped a hand there. “Shit! Rig—I’m so sorry! I bit you!”I laughed—giggled like a girl. “That’s the marking, Cara. It’s what wolves do when the bond completes. I didn’t even think about it—”
~ CARA ~There was an incredible moment when Rig started putting images and memories in my head—they were so much more than anything I could see with my eyes. Colored by feelings and sensations.He showed me the night he'd first accepted the bond, back when I was still completely ignorant.I felt the dual resolution and resignation in him, the knowledge that he was doomed to love me for the rest of his life whether I could feel the bond or not. The fear he'd felt that I wouldn't believe he'd committed to me.And his disgust with himself when I thought he was still sleeping with others.
~ RIG ~The next morning I brought her breakfast to the room.I made some toast and threw fruit, cheese and a couple glasses of orange juice on a tray and carried it back to the bedroom to find Cara standing at the window looking out at the trees in the dawn light.There were no lights on—neither of us needed them even when it was dark—so her small form was silhouetted at the window, but glowing at the edges from the pink light outside.She stood there in one of my robes that hung in the closet here. It was too big for her so she’d rolled up the sleeves. Her hair was messy, and when she turned her head, her lips were swollen from my kisses.She took my breath away.