Chapter 129: Until Morning [R18]

Anaria’s back arched. A loud, shaky moan left her throat as he filled her once more.

Rylan bent over her, bracing his weight on his forearms so he wouldn’t press on her stomach or leg. Then he started fucking her faster hard, deep strokes that made the bedding shift beneath them. The pace was relentless now. Every thrust drove the air from her lungs in short, broken sounds.

"Ah—Rylan... yes—faster—"

He gave it to her. His hips snapped forward again and again, the wet sound of their bodies loud in the small shelter. Anaria could feel him growing hotter inside her, thicker, the heat of him spreading through her with every stroke. Her hands gripped his arms, then his back, nails dragging lightly over his fur as the pleasure climbed high and sharp.

A low, rough growl rumbled up from deep in Rylan’s chest, the sound of his inner wolf rising, raw and possessive. The vibration of it moved through his body and into hers. He fucked her harder, faster, burying himself to the hilt on every thrust while that growl kept rolling out of him.

Anaria moaned helplessly under him, legs trembling, completely lost in the feel of him claiming her all over again.

Rylan’s growls were still rolling out of him when he suddenly slowed. His thrusts became shorter, then stopped completely. He stayed buried inside her for a few seconds, breathing hard against her neck, before he carefully pulled out.

Anaria made a soft, almost broken sound at the sudden emptiness. Her hands reached for him.

"Rylan"

"I know," he said, voice rough. He sat back on his heels, chest rising and falling. His eyes stayed locked on her, dark and hungry. Then he reached out and cupped the side of her face.

"Come here."

He helped her sit up slowly, one arm sliding behind her back to support her weight. He was careful the entire time, making sure her healing leg never took any pressure. Once she was upright he guided her forward, steadying her with both hands on her waist.

"Straddle me," he murmured.

Anaria shifted carefully, swinging her good leg over his lap while he held most of her weight. His hands moved to her hips and the backs of her thighs, keeping her balanced. She could feel the hard length of him against her as she settled above him.

She looked down between them. The thick head of his cock brushed her entrance. Anaria bit her lip and began to lower herself.

She took him slowly—inch by inch—feeling every stretch as he filled her again from this new angle. A long, shaky moan left her throat. Rylan’s hands tightened on her hips. A deep, rough groan rumbled out of his chest.

"That’s it... easy... take all of me."

When she was fully seated, she paused, breathing hard, adjusting to the depth. Rylan kept supporting her, his hands warm and firm, making sure she didn’t have to put any strain on her injured leg. Only when she was ready did he speak again, voice low and strained.

"Move when you want."

Anaria rested her hands on his shoulders, rolled her hips once, and began to ride him—slow and careful at first, lifting and sinking back down while he held her steady.

Anaria kept moving on him, slow at first, then a little faster as the new angle sent sparks through her. Every time she sank down, he filled her completely. Soft, shaky moans left her lips with every roll of her hips.

Rylan’s hands stayed firm on her waist and the backs of her thighs, supporting her weight so her healing leg never strained. His eyes stayed locked on her face, watching every change in her expression.

"That’s it," he murmured, voice rough. "Take what you need."

She did. Her pace increased. The wet sound of their bodies grew louder in the quiet shelter. Pleasure coiled tight and fast low in her belly. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. Her breathing turned short and uneven.

"Rylan... I’m—"

"I know," he said. "Come for me."

He helped her move, lifting and guiding her hips so she could keep the rhythm without effort. The added force pushed her over the edge. Anaria’s back arched. A loud, broken moan tore from her throat as her orgasm hit hard. Her walls clenched tightly around him in strong, pulsing waves. She kept moving through it, riding out every tremor while he held her steady and groaned at the feel of her coming around his cock.

Even after the peak began to fade, small aftershocks still fluttered through her. She slowed, breathing hard, forehead dropping against his. Rylan’s hands stroked up and down her back, keeping her close while she trembled through the last of it.

Anaria stayed on top of him, still trembling from her orgasm, forehead resting against his. Rylan’s hands moved slowly up and down her back. For a few moments he let her catch her breath, holding her close while he remained hard and buried deep inside her.

Then he spoke, voice low and rough near her ear.

"Now, my turn j."

He carefully lifted her off him, mindful of her leg, and laid her back down on the bedding. He settled between her thighs again, bracing his weight on his forearms so he wouldn’t press on her stomach or injured leg. He pushed back into her in one slow, deep thrust.

Anaria’s eyes fluttered shut. A soft, drawn-out moan left her at the feel of him filling her once more.

Rylan stayed still for a heartbeat, looking down at her. Then he began to move—slow, deliberate strokes at first, almost gentle. Each thrust was deep and controlled, giving her time to feel every inch. He kissed the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, still moving inside her with that unhurried pace.

"Feel that?" he murmured. "All of me."

After a short while the slow rhythm wasn’t enough for either of them. His breathing grew heavier. His thrusts gradually lengthened and strengthened. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the shelter again. Anaria’s hands slid up his arms and over his shoulders, holding on as the pace built.

Rylan’s eyes stayed locked on hers as he fucked her deeper, faster, the careful control starting to slip. A low growl began to rise in his chest once more.

Rylan’s control finally broke.

His thrusts turned hard and deep, every stroke driving into her with raw need. The low growl in his chest grew louder, vibrating through his body and into hers. Anaria moaned under him, legs trembling, hands gripping his back as he fucked her faster.

"Rylan... inside," she breathed. "Come inside me"

He didn’t need more than that.

A few more powerful thrusts and he buried himself to the hilt, a long, guttural groan tearing from his throat as he came. Hot, thick pulses of his release flooded her. Anaria felt every spurt, her walls fluttering around him while he stayed locked deep, emptying himself completely.

He kept his weight braced on his forearms, careful even in the middle of his climax, so he wouldn’t put pressure on her stomach or healing leg. His forehead dropped against hers. Their breathing mixed, both of them shaking.

Rylan stayed buried deep inside her long after the last pulse of his release faded. He kept his weight carefully braced on his forearms so he wouldn’t press on her stomach or healing leg. His forehead rested against hers. Their breathing slowly evened out together.

He kissed her soft, slow kisses on her lips, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. One hand stroked her hair back from her face.

"You are a good girl," he murmured. " I love you."

Anaria’s arms stayed wrapped around him. She didn’t want the closeness to end yet.

"Stay inside a little longer," she whispered. "Please."

Rylan made a low sound of agreement and remained exactly where he was, still joined with her. He kept kissing her lazily, his free hand running gently up and down her side. The shelter was quiet except for their breathing and the distant night sounds outside. For a long while neither of them moved. The heat between them slowly softened into something warmer and quieter.

Eventually he shifted. He kissed her one more time, then carefully pulled out. Anaria made a small sound at the loss, but he was already reaching for a clean cloth. He wiped her gently between her legs, taking his time, then cleaned himself. When he finished he lay down beside her and pulled her against his chest, careful to keep her injured leg comfortable. She rested her head on his shoulder, one arm draped over his waist. His hand settled on her back, stroking slowly.

Neither of them spoke for a while. The warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart under her cheek pulled her toward sleep. Rylan pressed a final kiss to the top of her head. His breathing grew deeper. Anaria’s eyes drifted shut. Within minutes both of them were asleep, still wrapped around each other.

Some time later, in the middle of the night, a baby’s cry rose somewhere in the settlement—high and thin, cutting through the quiet. Anaria stirred. Rylan’s arm tightened around her automatically. They both listened for a few moments. The crying continued, then softened as someone.

Anaria exhaled softly against Rylan’s chest. He stroked her back once more.

"It’s alright," he murmured, half-asleep. "I’ve got you."

She closed her eyes again. The settlement returned to silence. Held safely in his arms, Anaria drifted back into sleep, and Rylan followed her soon after.

Rylan stayed inside her long after the last pulse faded, still hard, still buried deep, letting his seed settle while he kissed her slow and deep.