Filed To Story: The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert
“Now?” Fenrir hugged her and turned to look at the nighttime Asgard, which would wake up to a new ruling dynasty in the morning. “Now, we live, Astrea.”
He watched the love of his life brush her delicate fingers over the flower they grew together the other day and smiled when the petals emanated a soft glow, responding to the touch of a goddess. Astraea smiled and peered at him, catching his gaze.
“You could help, you know,” she arched her brow at him.
“If I come closer to you, no more work will be done today,” he promised, leaning against the glowing willow. His lips curled when he noticed the rosy tint on her cheeks.
“You could help, you know,” she taunted him, repeating the same words with a completely different tone and meaning.
A growl rumbled through Fenrir’s chest, and she giggled, picking up the hem of her long silvery-white dress and charging into the garden maze.
so when he appeared out of nowhere and lifted her up in his arms,
“I love you so much, wife.” He grinned at her.
“Right back at you, husband” She brushed her lips over his, light like a feather, and immediately, he rolled them so that her glowing hair was scattered around the flowers and grass, and he was the one towering over her.
Their private ceremony happened just days ago, but it still felt surreal. Finally, no one could object to them being together.
“Asgard be damned, I missed you!” He couldn’t take his gaze off her. Their eyes locked, electricity crackling between them.
“Then do something about it.” She slid her hand under his shirt, getting a low, hungry snarl from him. The novelty of their reunion hadn’t worn off yet, so they still couldn’t imagine staying apart for long.
He would never get enough of this. He would never get enough of her.
“This is probably not the best place,” she panted as the sweet scent of her arousal reached his nostrils.
“Too late,” Fenrir muttered under his breath and crashed his lips over hers, unable to control himself anymore. A part of him was still afraid that it was a dream. What if he woke up, and she wasn’t there?
His hand moved up her torso, grasping the fullness of her breast and kneading it greedily
“You are mine,” he growled into her ear, sliding his tongue down her neck.
“Hasty little goddess,” he chuckled, sliding his hand up her thigh and hooking her silk underwear with his fingers to move it aside. “Tsk! Didn’t I tell you that you didn’t need these anymore?”
“Why don’t you rip them off me, then?” she taunted, licking her lips, and he sucked in a sharp breath, knowing she was playing with him.
“All in due time, Menace,” he promised, drawing his finger across her lips to feel her wetness. She was so ready for him, so eager, but he wanted to see her scream first, so he drew a circle over her sensitive bud and watched her tremble.
“Fen-rir!” She already had trouble forming words.
“I know, my love.” He offered a devilish smirk as he picked up speed, knowing exactly the kind of friction she loved.
His goddess arched her back, and he inserted a digit in her, finding the little ridged spot inside that always brought her over the edge.
.
She tried to catch her breath when he pulled her dress down and off her shoulders, returning his attention to her breasts. Fenrir tugged a hard n****e between his fingers while inhaling the other, her sweet scent enveloping him.
“Fenrir,” she called to him, and he stopped everything to lock eyes with her.
“Yes?”
“I love you so much!” Astraea confessed, eyes glistening with tears that she desperately tried to hold back. “If I ever had to lose you again, I wouldn’t be able to take it.”
“You will never know that loss again,” he promised. “Until the last star fades from the sky, you and I will hold our hands together in our glowing garden.”
She smiled, and he brushed his palm over her cheek.
“No more tears,” he gave her a light kiss. “Not when we got to have our happy ending.”
“Fine,” she smiled and pushed him off, taking him by surprise and straddling him before he had time to object.
Her nimble fingers freed his co.ck, and she stroked his length up and down a few times until she lined it at her entrance
“Menace,” Fenrir grunted, giving her all the control as she sunk onto him inch by inch. He grasped her waist to give her support and cupped one of her exposed breasts with his free hand.
Slowly, she rose again, torturing him, and then slammed back, eliciting a growl from him.
“Two can play this game,” she rose again, and this time, he grasped her bottom, pushing her down and meeting her movement with his hips. Astraea threw her head back, unable to suppress a moan.
“You are so right about that,” Fenir grunted as they repeated it over and over.
She rode him slowly at first, breasts bouncing up and down, the light from the glowing plants around reflecting on her skin covered with beads of sweat. However, soon, he placed his large palms on her bottom, guiding her and rocking his hips to intensify their pleasure.
Astraea felt like she was soaring, so close to the edge she lost her rhythm, but Fenrir took it upon himself to continue the pace. He held her tight as he plunged into her again and again, her inner muscles clenching around him so tight he could only growl in response
“Fenrir!” She exploded.
“Divine!” He snarled as he watched her come undone on top of him and stopped before he reached his peak, sitting up and still holding her in his arms as she needed rest. He was not done with her yet.
She draped her arms around him, trying to calm her racing heart as he drew soothing circles on her back.
“Why did you stop?” she asked, slightly confused.
“I want to ask you something,” the wolf confessed.
“What is it?” The Goddess of Stars furrowed her brows, gazing at him through her lashes.
“Do you remember-last time in the mortal realm-You wanted me to-“
He stopped talking. She’d just blurted it out in the heat of the moment and never mentioned it again. Maybe she’d changed her mind. The last thing he wanted was to push her into doing something she did not want.
“I asked you to mark me,” she nodded in understanding, her cheeks getting a more vibrant tint.
“If you’ve changed the way you feel about it,” he started, but she interjected.
“I didn’t. Fenrir-I wanted you to ask me, too.” Her confession made him the happiest man alive. As if it was possible to be happier.
“I thought you’d never ask!” she giggled and moved her thighs, causing him to close his eyes from the pleasure. He dug his fingers into her hair, pulling it back and making her arch her back for him, allowing full access to her beautiful neck.
Carefully and slowly, he brushed his lips over her collarbone, tasting it as Astraea dug her nails into his flesh.
Astraea collapsed against his chest, and he slowly lay back on the grass, wrapping his arms around her, wishing to prolong this moment forever.
They stayed like this for quite some time, listening to each other’s heartbeats and inhaling their mixed scent. Until a soft glow made them both open, their eyes
Astraea felt her marking spot tingling and touched it with the tips of her fingers.
“What does it look like?” she asked
They weren’t werewolves or lycans, and now, only one of them was technically a wolf, so they marked each other with their divine powers, each choosing the shape and pattern for the other.
“It’s a golden dragonfly surrounded by silver stars.” He kissed the still sore flesh and smiled at her. “The first dragonfly you had gave us this chance. I thought-you would like a reminder of it.”
“I love it!” She pulled him closer for a kiss and then told him, “Yours is a black wolf covered in flames with a star on his forehead. I wasn’t sure about the star, but-“
“Are you kidding me?” he chuckled. “You could draw a whole constellation on me, and I would wear it with pride.”
He found her lips again, and they both forgot how to breathe as he rolled her back to the flowers and towered over her, finally ripping off her underwear and preparing for the next round
“Children, I hope you are decent,” Selene’s voice made Fenrir groan, his hands frozen somewhere in the middle of Astraea’s thigh under her dress.
“If we pretend we didn’t hear her, she would walk away,” he locked eyes with his wife, who only giggled into the crook of his neck in response.
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