Luna Of The North

Gabriella Before I can say anything, he slams the door behind him and locks it. My heart hammers in my chest as I slowly back away from him and toward the bed. I don't know why he's come here after ditching me in the gardens - maybe he's figured out who I am and wants nothing to do with me. I mean, who would? Mated to the daughter of a traitorous alpha as a soon-to-be alpha king isn't exactly a winning title, nor would it inspire confidence in any of his allies. If my father was killed for betraying his own pack for another so easily, why would his daughter be thought trustworthy? "Elijah," I begin to say, but I'm cut off by him reaching over to cup my face and pull me into a heated kiss. Instantly, everything around us melts away. My wolf croons, happy to finally be back in the presence of her mate. Elijah lifts me up off my feet and carries me over to my bed. "I need you. Now," he growls. We both flop down onto it like a couple of inexperienced teenagers, pawing at each other to try to get our clothes off. I can't believe he's here and kissing me - touching me. I should expect it since he's my mate, but after what happened earlier, I'm shocked he even wants to be in the same room as me, let alone push my nightgown up my thighs. I've never done anything like this before. There have never been any times in the past where I snuck away from the pack to go hook up with another in the woods while we were out on patrol. Or even the typical running in the moonlight and then stopping to rest, only to find ourselves tangled up in each other instead. "Fuck," he whispers against my skin. "I can't get you out of my head." My heart sings at his words. No one will dare come within a ten-foot radius of touching me, thinking that my pariah status will somehow rub off on them and make them become one too. But here, Elijah doesn't know any of that. Here he isn't the alpha to his pack or a future king, and I'm not a disgraced pack member whose alpha wants them to suffer until one of us kicks the bucket. Here we can just be Elijah and Gabriella. "Gabriella," he mumbles while trailing his lips down my cheek to the column of my neck. I shiver at the feeling of him licking and sucking on me, his desperate and intoxicating touch driving me wild. "You're going to be a good girl for me, right?" Oh gods. My hands tug at the front of his waistcoat, unable to undo the buttons with how badly I'm shaking. I'm nervous for all of this but also dying to see where it goes. I want this-I want him. Elijah peels his lips away from my skin in order to sit back and grab at the front of his coat. He snaps it apart, buttons flying off in different directions around the room, and then tosses it somewhere on the floor. Next comes his pressed white button-up, snapped apart and tossed in the same way. Instinctively, I reach for him, pressing my hands to the hard planes of his muscles that ripple right under his skin. He's warm, more than I thought he would be. He must feel as feverish as I do, maybe even worse. For males, the mating bond is a bit torturous, driving them into seeking out their mates and claiming them over and over again until every ounce of energy is finally exhausted. Is that what's going to happen now? Is he going to take me until I can barely even remember my name? My belly clenches. Fuck, I hope so. I want this so badly. "Gabriella." His eyes are fierce as he looks down at me. His wolf is fighting him by the look in his eyes, begging to be let out. "You need to tell me to stop right now if you don't want this." I swallow. "And what if I do?" I'm stupid for challenging a clearly ramped-up alpha. But I can't help it. I need to know where the line is of this budding desire, or if the version of him in the gardens had been the real him and wasn't some show he'd been putting on because he didn't want to scare me. He chuckles and grabs my thighs to spread them apart, revealing not just my panties to him but how soaked they already are. He pulls in a sharp breath and leans back down until his hips are against my core. "That's it. That's exactly what I want to see from you." I can feel the telltale signs of his erection pressing right up against me. He grinds us together, sending jolts of pleasure racing up my spine. "I'm going to take you," he whispers into my ear. "I'll take you so many times you won't be able to think straight until I'm done with you. You're going to take me so good. I just know you will." My stomach clenches again. "I-It's my first time." The words spill out of me before I can stop them. I feel Elijah freeze over me, his breath catching while I berate myself internally for being so stupid for ruining the moment like this. Why the hell would I need to tell him that? It's only going to stop him from- "I'll try to be gentle." He kisses along the shell of my ear. "I promise." I moan, not being able to help it. That seems to only encourage him though. He doesn't waste any more time in reaching between us to undo his belt and get his pants shoved down enough to let his cock spring free. I feel it drag against my inner thigh, leaving a trail of wetness behind to tease me with what's to come. "I can't wait to feel that tight hole squeezing around me." He nips at my skin. "You're going to drain me dry, aren't you?" His hips pull back just enough to give him room to hook his fingers around the edge of my panties and pull them to the side. I grab onto his arms, bracing myself for him to slowly slide into me. Only he doesn't do that at all, clearly much too impatient and pent up to make this drag out any longer. As soon as the head of his cock is pressed against my entrance, his hips jerk to enter me. I practically shoot off the bed at the sudden intrusion, both pain and pleasure mixing together inside of me to create an entire storm of overwhelming feelings. "Oh fuck!" My nails dig into his skin as he sinks deeper into me with each thrust. He holds me down, letting out a deep groan. "That's it. Take me in, baby. Be good for me and spread those legs apart." It feels so damn good knowing how feral he is to mate with me. My mate. With each pull of his cock sliding out of me, slickness and probably a little bit of blood drip down my inner thighs and onto the sheets under me. I don't even care that I'm going to have to clean it up before Delilah gets back, or that I'm going to have to air out this room so she can't smell the pheromones pouring off of both of us right now. Elijah's pace is brutal. He doesn't even bother trying to let me adjust to him-he's far too gone with having me. Our mating bond is making him lose all sense of his earlier politeness. I've heard of the mating bond making couples so desperate that it drives them to the extremes just to be able to get at each other. More than once I have stumbled upon a couple right outside of my cabin clawing at each other while they fuck. It always seemed painful back then, but now I get it. The pain mixed with pleasure is everything. This is everything. "Mine," Elijah whispers into my ear. "I own you. Your body, your soul. It's all mine." Something begins to build in me-a pressure that tingles just at the edge of my mind. I focus on it, letting it drown everything else out while it grows bigger and bigger by the second. "Repeat it back to me," he tells me. It's hard to form words, my brain short-circuiting even at the mention of trying to do so. But I force myself through it-to tell him exactly what he wants to hear and what I'm dying to say. "Yours, Elijah," I practically sob. "I'm all yours." "Good girl." Elijah's lips crash into mine in another bruising kiss, his tongue parting my lips in order to thrust into my mouth in time with his cock moving inside of my hole. I can hardly breathe without taking him in and I love it. Every damn second of it. I never want this to end. Just as that pressure teeters, I'm thrown over the edge into the most intense orgasm I've ever had in my life. My entire body arches off of the bed as I scream a moan into Elijah's mouth. He holds me in place and keeps going, moving in and out of me while helping me to ride through this intense pleasure rocking me to my core. "Take it, Gabriella," he says, ripping his mouth off of mine. "You're going to let me fill you up until I can't anymore." I feel myself shaking against him as I start to come down, but then I'm ramped right back up again as another one hits me, just as intense as the first. Over and over I'm thrown off the edge as I can barely keep my head above water. Warmth fills me as Elijah's thrusting becomes disjointed and messy. More wetness leaks out of me and down onto the bed, practically making a small pool under me. When he finally slows to a rest, he leans his weight to the side of me to not crush me with it. His arms are still wrapped around me while he holds me, his kisses trailing along the outside of my mouth and across the bridge of my nose. I finally come back to myself, feeling like all is right in the world. Elijah mumbles something under his breath and then buries his face in my neck. Wow, is all I can possibly think.