Filed to story: Luna Riannon and Alpha Brayden Novel
It couldn’t have gotten any worse. Now she saw him in such a state.
“Long enough,” Astrea stepped carefully between the shards, and only now Fenrir noticed that her feet were bare as she only had his shirt on. He sprinted towards her, picking her up as if she weighed nothing and looking around for a safe place to put her on.
Ironically, he destroyed them all.
“I am fine,” she whispered while he held her with just one arm, lifting a table he knocked over with another. After carefully inspecting it, he sat her on the top of it, eyes searching all over her body for cuts.
“Are you sure?” he asked, avoiding her gaze.
“Fenrir-” Astrea tilted her head, realising what he was doing.
“The glass was everywhere-” he muttered as she caught his hand and pointed at a long cut on his wrists.
“Look at this,” she glided her fingers over his skin, watching how the wound healed faster than it should have.
“It’s nothing.” He tried to hide his hand from her, and she placed her hand on his chest instead, arousing all kinds of emotions in him.
“I remember you, Fenrir,” she said, catching him off-guard.
He thought he was ready for this, but he was mistaken.
“You- remember?” His discerning gaze was searching for answers.
Astrea was still watching his wound disappearing, and when it was done leaving no trace, she placed something cold into his hand.
“That’s not to suppress my tattoo, is it?” She offered a reproachful look as he found Midnight’s old crystal horn in his palm, swallowing hard.
“You caught me.” Fenir let out a low chuckle, meeting her gaze.
“That Nightmare helps to jog my memories,” she furrowed her brows, the tension between them rising. “And you knew exactly what you were doing when you gave it to me.”
“Maybe.” A smirk curled his lips. “The question is, Astrea, did it help?”
“I remember that I loved you,” she said bluntly, and it made his heart clench painfully. It’s been so long since he heard these words from her.
“Anything else?” It was too early to be agitated. He knew better than raise his hopes up.
“You loved me too.” Astrea’s lips trembled. “And Midnight was there.”
He waited for more, only to realise that she didn’t remember anything else, the disappointment almost breaking him.
“That’s good,” he smiled, cupping her cheek. “Very good.
Hopefully, soon you will remember more.”
He wanted to walk away, when she caught his arm, pulling him back.
“Astrea, I am sorry-” He was about to apologise and find a way to escape when their eyes locked, and he saw determination in hers.
“You said that all I need to do is choose you,” she reminded him. “Well, guess what, I did. I chose you before my mission and before my friend.”
“I swear, I will find a way to-” He was about to explain that he would find a way to negotiate Niki’s release with Joran in one way or another, but she interrupted him.
“I know,” Astrea placed his palm on her heart. “I can feel it, Fenrir. I trust you.”
“Good,” he nodded, knowing that he had to pull away but doing no such thing.
“I don’t need the crystal anymore,” she breathed out, “but I need something from you.”
“What is it?” Fenrir couldn’t control the heat building up in him.
“Remind me,” she whispered, lacing her hands around his neck. “Make me remember-” /
She covered his lips with hers slowly, sliding her hot little tongue into his mouth and exploring it gently. Like only she was able to, probably not aware of what exactly she was awakening within him with her actions.
“Astrea,” he snarled when they broke the kiss to take greedy . gulps of air, “I will not be able to decline this invitation.”
“Good!” She kissed him again, and this time something in him snapped as his hands pulled her into him greedily, roughly even. He deepened the kiss, the world around them fading into insignificance as he laced his fingers in her hair as if he was afraid that she would disappear any moment.
“You are mine, Astrea!” A growl escaped him in between kisses. “No matter how much time passes, no matter who thinks they have a claim on you, you only belong to me!”
“Yours,” she confirmed, her elegant fingers working on the buttons of his shirt. He did the same with the ones on her shirt, tearing some of them off because they were too stubborn, and he couldn’t wait anymore.
At last, he was able to free her from the fabric, gently lowering her on the table, his hands all over her, kneading, grasping, stroking.
His tongue traced her jawline, getting all the way down to her collarbone. She trembled under him, eager for more, encouraging him.
“Please!” she whimpered as his fingers found her core, probing it gently.
“I barely touched you, and you are so wet already -” His eyes locked with hers, breathing ragged.
“You said it yourself; it’s easy for a man like you to seduce a virgin-” she panted, and he paused, circling his fingers over and over her sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Don’t worry, Astrea, I had your first time many times,” he confessed, “You are safe with me.”
“Fenrir!” The woman arched her back because the first rel*ase of the night shot rippled through her body, making her forget everything…
Fenir watched her trying to come to her senses after what he had just done to her, and a part of him was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to remember to control his strength with her. He desired her too much, and it had been too long since the last time he had her. His whole body was burning just at the mere sight of her, uncontrollable flames coursing through his veins.
Astrea’s naked chest rose and fell as he brushed his fingers from her core to her navel and up to between her perfect perky breasts, finally resting on her neck.
“Look at me,” he commanded, and she tried to focus her gaze on him. “Eyes on me at all times, Astrea.”
This was the only way. He needed it. He had to have those eyes to trace his every movement because he would remember how fragile she was as long as she did that. His monstrous nature would not harm her.
“Tell me what you want,” he taunted her, and she bit her lip, making it a more intense shade of pink.
“I want you to take me,” she whispered. She wasn’t shy about her desires, though. He knew that much. Astrea had a hard time restraining herself too. He recognised that primal hunger in her because it matched his own.
He missed this.
Fenrir leaned over her, their lips colliding at once. They couldn’t get enough of each other.
“Mine,” he growled again because he was never tired of repeating this word when he was with her. He could hear her heart beating faster each time he did this, and there was a different kind of satisfaction in that.
He left a wet trail of kisses down her neck, shoulder and chest, inhaling one of her nipples, swirling his tongue around it until it hardened in his mouth. When he reached the other, it was already firm, so he bit on it gently, eliciting a moan from Astrea, who entwined her fingers in his hair, encouraging him to do more.
He teased her, played with her, bringing her as high as he could and stopping at the last moment to watch her helpless protests and frustration. The game he knew how to play with her. She had no chance to win this one.
“Please!” she groaned, arching her back when he kneeled before her, placing her thigh on his shoulder and tracing his fingers all the way down her sleek s*x, parting it slightly.
“Anything for you,” Fenrir ran his tongue along her folds, making her body shudder in his grasp. “I am going to worship every inch of you tonight.”
The words made her centre clench against her will. He loved getting this reaction, so he made another torturous slide, and then another, and another, until he drove his tongue in her, drawing a beautiful scream. She was still so new to this, so innocent… So when he inserted a digit in her, it almost tipped her over the edge
Fenir pleasured her, adding one more finger to thrust in and out as he teased her sensitive bundle of nerves at the
same time.
Astrea couldn’t control herself anymore, the heat was building up quickly inside her. He knew exactly what he was doing. She had to admit now that her knew her body way better than she did. Probably the benefit of having his memories of her.
Fenrir added a third finger, and she lost it, trying to ride them, craving more than he was giving her, finally ready to take all of him. The need inside her was so overwhelming that she did not care how it looked. He curled his fingers, hitting a sensitive spot inside her over and over, and she gripped the table she lay on, almost breaking it as the earth-shuttering cl*max surged through her while he watched her come undone.
Fenrir let her ride her pleasure, not stopping until her body became limp. He placed one last kiss on her core, sending a wave of tingles all over her.
She was so beautiful now, and he was barely holding back.