Gwen
I could hear the echoes of Tori yelling downstairs. I needed a few minutes to compose myself before I went to talk to her.
“Gwen! I swear.”
River had unknowingly taken Tori's side. She was right though. With her pack on the lookout for her I couldn't keep her here. There might be a silver lining from what happened in the basement. I might have burned through all the goodwill I managed to accumulate.
I couldn't put it off any longer. I went to my room and grabbed Tori's backpack. It was still filled with the beer, money, and snacks she had gotten that first day. I slung it over my shoulder and walked down to the basement.
"Hey." It was all I could think of saying as I walked towards her. I sat down in my chair. The bag rested next to my feet. "Let's talk."
Of course she snarled at me. It was Tori. Fiery, beautiful Tori. "You want to talk, you let me the fuck out of this cage. I think you're the one that finds this sexy, you human bitch."
"I mean, I'm not going to let you out when you're obviously going to attack me. We can talk like this." It looked like I was right. I didn't see us laying down and enjoying a movie tonight. It brought more sadness to my heart than I expected. "I'm going to let you go tomorrow, Tori."
Between breaths, she was calm. Her eyes went wide for just a moment. "Wait what? Really? What changed your mind?"
"I spoke to River and it was her advice." I tried to give her a smile, but I felt a bit too sad to see it through. Tears were threatening again and I didn’t want her to see them. "My options are fairly limited. I can let you go, try to join your pack, or you can choose to leave the pack. I don't like how your pack has treated you. How they've kept you ignorant of important things. But you've said you’re loyal to the pack, so I'm guessing that's not happening. Especially after what happened earlier. So… letting you go seems to be my only option."
"So your friend said the same fucking thing I did, but you listen to her." It was like a line out of a sitcom and the absurdity of it all chased the tears away, pulling a chuckle from me. "Fuck you. And as for earlier... " Tori broke eye contact, looking away. "I didn't want to. I wanted to save you and... I'm sorry. I don't understand it but... My wolf... I... I think she's in love with you."
Those words meant more to me than she’d ever know. She was her wolf. The wolf was her.
She was in love with me.
Tori wasn’t ready to deal with that, which was more than fair. Our courtship as it was, hadn’t exactly been something out of the fairytales.
Well, maybe Grimm’s.
Either way, she said the words and I’d treasure them as long as I lived. Which would hopefully be more than just the next few days.
"I listened to the leader of a pack with years of expertise, Tori." I didn’t bother to hide my smile as I slid out of my chair, sitting on the floor just to be eye level with her. To look into those clear, fierce blue eyes that would disappear from my life in the morning. Blue eyes that would leave, and leave my soul that same shade as a result. "You and your wolf are the same person. They're just a different voice willing to be upfront about their needs."
She seemed to have calmed down, so I decided to take a risk again. I stuck my hand through the bars and stroked her cheek. "When I first saw you I wasn't expecting to feel the way I do about you. I… think I'm in love with you and I'm going to be sad to see you go."
I watched her so very carefully. Keeping an eye out for the smallest of facial movements, anything to tell me how she felt about those words. They were not easy for me to say.
But I saw it. A thrill in her eyes. Excitement. Maybe even joy. Love requited, and she stared into my eyes without it being a struggle for dominance, for the very first time. In that moment, we were just Gwen and Tori, trying to handle the fact that we had just admitted how much we cared about each other.
"Why tomorrow? Why not let me go tonight? It's safer for you that way." Sadness. Was it wrong to feel consoled, to feel some small amount of happiness at the way she was sad at leaving? Honestly, I was hoping it was because she didn't want to be apart from me yet.
That she needed me.
"Well, if I'm right and your pack is by the lake, we're six miles from town and the lake is nine or ten miles away. You're injured and going that far on foot with a backpack in your mouth will be hard. If we wait until morning I can drive you most of the way back to make it easier."
I was quiet for a few moments as I kept stroking her cheek. It felt nice to just be sitting together like this again. The thoughts of just sitting upstairs and enjoying the snowfall from inside the warm house filled my mind. It would be nice to have someone here with me. Someone I could be open with. It had been so very long, and I’d never had anyone like Tori.
I might never again.
It was what pushed me to be honest. "And maybe it's because I thought it might be nice to just enjoy each other's company for one more night?"
"One more night in your bed would be nice... "
That timid modesty from the brash and quick-to-anger Tori made her so much more lovely to me.
"That's up to you." She was calm now if nothing else. I decided to risk letting her out. I unlocked the cage and standing to one side as ever, so she could crawl out. "I'd love to spend more time with you before you leave. But I won't force you if you don't want to."
She stood, leaning on me, standing so very close to me. I could smell her. And I liked it.
"I shouldn't... I... "
Her tone said the complete opposite. Unsure, longing, wanting it so badly. It lit my heart ablaze and I wrapped my arms around her, giving her the most passionate kiss I had given in ages. I kissed her with a passion that left me tasting the desire between us.
In that moment, I was the predator, and I wanted her. I wanted her to be mine.
But given how devastatingly impossible that was, I longed for just one more night with her.
"Be mine, Tori." I finally broke the kiss and stared into her eyes. "At least for one more night."
She nodded, wrapping her arms around my neck, looking up into my eyes, those eyes darting back and forth between mine as her thoughts danced and scurried the same way mine did. Jumbled. Wanting things that made no sense but wanting them all the same, with that touch of sadness at how doomed that love was.
Muscles pulled, using that werewolf strength to pull herself up using my neck. I didn’t need words to know her meaning. Comfortably, an arm slipped under her knees, another behind her shoulders. She felt so right in my arms.
“Yours.” The word was everything I wanted, and it only made me want more. Which she gave. She held herself close to me, pressing her lips to me - but giving, not taking. Offering me her breath, her tongue, her scent, and asking me to take it. Mine.
I carried my feral princess up the stairs. There was no point in hiding the code now, she was leaving in the morning. I held her close, kissing her again and again as we made our way to my bedroom. A kitchen chair delayed me for a moment, but a swift kick sent it across the floor.
Soon she was on my bed, and I was over her. My favorite place.
We were one in that moment, undressing each other, tossing clothes carelessly - mine mostly, she was only in a t-shirt. Unwrapping her was easy.
Our hips moved in unison, our lips moved in a dance so divine I never wanted it to end. My tongue invaded, her tongue caressed. She was exquisite. She was wild and crazy and young, too young, but I couldn’t resist that touch. Her nails skittering down my back. My teeth grazing her neck in a way that brought the most satisfying moan.
With my thigh between hers, I could feel her arousal. I could feel her growing slick for me, more with every touch, more with every kiss. She wanted this as badly as I did and my heart was a bird soaring high over all, too high to touch, but she touched it all the same.
She touched a lot more than that. Tori cupped my modest breasts, smaller from exercise, from keeping myself lean. Hers were the same, lovely little handfuls as I rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger, feeling them harden with need.
With desire.
It was so strong between us. It filled the air.
And I teased her, pulling her lips aside with two fingers as a third floated along, barely touching her in a way that I knew would drive her wild.
It did. Her hips rocked, a moan grew in her throat, a quiet plea for more.
Drawing myself down her body, raking her with my nails as I went, that rush of knowing that no matter how rough with her I was, I couldn’t possibly hurt her. I gripped her hips tightly, squeezing with every bit of strength I had while my mouth enveloped her nipple, biting with force that would make a human cry out in pain.
Tori cried out, but it wasn’t pain.
“More!” I slammed my hips into hers, arching my back with her hips in my grip. I slipped a finger under a pelvic bone, just inside her hip. And I pressed hard. It was a difficult pressure point to reach, and it was one that was breathtaking, in both pain and sheer novelty. “More!”
I had known she wanted feelings like this. She was so powerful, she wanted to feel helpless. She wanted to surrender, to be the fragile one, to be the one tossed around and cared for. But I knew how truly helpless she was in her pack from the way she had explained the dynamic.
Tori, like so many others, needed safety with her helplessness, and I had shown time and again that I was willing to hurt her, but I would always care for her. I would always soothe her wounds, hold her close, and reassure her.
I would always be her safe place.
With a grin, I leaned back down, sinking my teeth into her neck, again with a bite that would be painful in an unpleasant way to a human. Again, she moaned. My hand found its way back to her pussy, slick and begging in the same way mine was. Throbbing. I wanted to fill her so badly, I wanted to feel the walls of her squeeze and spasm, sending those shockwaves into me.
"Wait just one moment." It took so much to pry myself away from her. I reached out and gave her cheek a stroke before I started over to the closet. "I need to make sure I'm prepared."
She looked at me with want, with trust, and without malice. Tearing myself away from her to move to the closet was difficult but it would be worth it.
Fuck she was gorgeous, her hair spread messily on my mattress, her body writhing with need, with lust for me. For me. She was mine.
Mine. It gave me an almost animal glee.
I was going to take her. I was going to bury myself in her and pump her until she screamed, until my strap was the only thing she could think of.
I looked through the closet to grab what I needed. The lube and the strapon were on the top of my list, but then I saw something else. I had put the regular bottle of the potion up here so I wouldn't get it confused with the diluted one. I hesitated for a second, but why not try it again? I sprayed a small amount on my neck before putting it away again.
"Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." My second favorite strap felt so good inside me but it was going to feel so much better when I buried it in her. "I thought you looked beautiful before, but I think you look even better under me."
The change in intensity was nearly instant as I climbed back on the bed. I hadn’t even entered her, but she was ravenous. Her snarl took me by surprise as she buried her fingers in my hair and thrust her tongue between my lips. Her hands were everywhere. She wrenched me down on top of her. Pain flashed through me, white dazzling stars that stole my breath as her nails tore their way down my back. Her kiss was more than I had ever felt before. As she raked me, she bit down, sending a rush of adrenaline through me.
I felt the coppery taste of my own blood in my mouth. When she pulled away finally, when I could gasp for breath, I saw her chin stained red from that violent kiss.
I had forgotten how aggressive she could be. The nails had drawn a moan from me, but the bite was a jolt. I pulled away. I needed to regain control of the situation.
She had to be mine. I didn’t want this to be the fucking of equals. I wanted to fuck her and I wanted her to know that she was mine.
"What a needy puppy." I spoke from my throat, my voice crackling slightly. Wiping the blood from my lip with the back of my hand, I grabbed her wrists and did my best to hold them down. She was stronger than me, but she wanted to submit. She wanted me in control. Fine by me, it’s what I craved more than anything. "Tell me what you want, Tori. Use your words."
She gave a long whine, her hips twisting under me, seeking my strap. "Please... please fuck me, Gwen. Please. Please."
Her eyes were clouded with such animal need. I could feel it in every breath, in every movement.
"Such lovely whines." My smirk was sadistic, powerful as she squirmed under me. "Your begging is music to my ears, Tori."
I bent down and kissed her. It was only fair that I took one from her after she stole a kiss from me. I held that kiss the way I held her heart. With her surrender and no denial of desire. Reaching over to the nightstand, quickly as I could, I slathered lube on my silicone cock. I wanted to feel the inside of her so badly.
"Since you asked so nicely, puppy." I smiled down at her, condescending as I lined myself up. "I'll give you exactly what you're begging for." I kept eye contact while I thrust into her. I wanted to look into her eyes as I took control, as I cemented my place as the one in charge. At least for tonight.
I pushed that thought away and tried to stay in the moment. For now, for this glorious night, she was mine and that was what mattered.
Mine.
I could feel her squirm in a different way, I could feel that it was different, the emotions practically radiating from her. Delighted humiliation, pleasure, and thirst. Her head thrown back as she screamed my name.