Awakening The Silver Wolf

DARIUS POV 

The emotions that were surging through me were foreign—passion, fear, desire, anticipation, nervousness, exhilaration, ecstasy, and so much goddamned love I felt like it was going to choke me. 

All for this woman.

Without warning I stood up, taking Ravenna with me and she yelped in surprise.

"A little warning next time, you bastard!" she yelled, holding onto my shoulders and I walked to where her clothes were.

"I'm too far gone for that, my love." And it was the truth. I was clouded with lust and love and I just wanted to take her right here and now, but I couldn't. I won't. She should be treated special.

I dressed Ravenna, my hands moving fast and urgently despite her grumbling at me that she could dress herself. I didn't listen. 

Soon she was fully clothed and I lifted her again to my arms and walked to the pack house. It took all my willpower not to run. 

"I can walk by myself, you know," she grumbled, looking up at me with her beautiful eyes, her lips pursed in a pout.

I smiled down at her. "I didn't know."

"Bastard," she scoffed.

Soon we were in the house and I ignored any eyes on us as I carried my mate to my room. My pack was going to get a new Luna soon. 

In a blink I was in my room, not even knowing when I had climbed the stairs. I carried Ravenna to the bathroom and placed her gently on her feet.

Her eyes were still hooded from what we did in the woods, her body still tense with passion. The scent of her arousal clouded my scent and I just wanted to tear off her clothes and fuck her. But she needs to be taken care of. 

I undressed her and this time she didn't say anything, only staring up at me with lust-filled eyes. I walked her to the shower and was about to turn it on when Ravenna grabbed my wrist.

"Take off your clothes," she commanded.

Fuck. Her tone could make me burst into my pants like some fucking schoolboy.

I tore off my clothes, not bothering to be modest anymore, and turned on the shower. Warm water fell on us, washing the dirt out of Ravenna's skin.

We said nothing, only just staring at each other as I washed her, my hands roaming her soft body, lingering on some places that made her gasp.

At one point our lips were glued together and all idea of washing was out the window. 

The steam from the shower surrounded us, wrapping us in a warm cocoon of privacy and heat. The water trickled down our bodies, but it wasn't the shower that was making my heart race—it was the way Ravenna's fingers trailed across my chest as if she were mapping every inch of me.

I could feel the pull between us, that magnetic force that had been building ever since we met, and now, with the tension in the air so thick you could feel it on your skin, I couldn't hold back anymore.

Her fingers continued down my chest until they reached my stomach and went lower where her fingers brushed my swollen head.

"Fuck," I hissed as pleasure shot my spine. It was just a brush but it was enough to make my head spin. 

I kissed her again, deeper this time, and I could feel her shiver in my arms, her breath hitching as our lips met. Every brush of her skin against mine sent a jolt of electricity through me, and the urge to have her—to feel her in every possible way—became almost unbearable.

But this wasn't just about the heat. 

This was about something more. I needed her to know how much she meant to me, how she had consumed my every thought. 

Slowly, I slid my hand down her back, feeling the soft curve of her body, the delicate arch of her waist, before gently pulling her closer. My fingers brushed the sensitive skin just beneath her ribs, and she gasped, her body trembling in my arms.

Her eyes were closed, but I could still see the intensity in her expression, the way her lips parted, the way she gasped when I moved closer. 

Her fingers were now getting bold as they wrapped around my head, causing my dick to jerk. 

She wanted this—wanted me—but there was something more in her eyes. She was allowing herself to be vulnerable, letting me see the part of her that she usually kept hidden.

I leaned in to kiss her again, but this time, I allowed my hand to slip lower, to touch the heat that had been building between us. She stiffened for a moment, but then, slowly, her body relaxed, and she pressed into me. 

I moved with care, my fingers brushing over her, touching her with reverence, feeling the way her breath quickened under my touch. She made a sound—soft, breathless—and it lit a fire in me that I couldn't ignore.

"Darius…" Her voice was shaky, but there was no hesitation. She was giving herself to me, trusting me with every inch of her, and it only made me want to give her more.

His full fist was now wrapped around my dick, moving up and down. I trembled from her touch, clenching my teeth as I tried to hold on to the orgasm that was building at the base of my spine. 

I moved my fingers slowly at first, taking my time to explore her, to learn the way she responded. I wanted to make sure that every touch, every caress, was something she'd remember—something that made her feel as desired as she made me feel.

Her hips bucked, just slightly, against my hand, a soft sound escaping her lips. I leaned in close, my lips brushing her ear, my breath warm against her skin. 

"You're perfect," I whispered, my voice low and hoarse with desire. 

Her fist increased their pace and I groaned deeply. Her thumb rubbed against my head, spreading the per-cum that was leaking from me before she squeezed my dick. I grunted and thrust my hips into her fist, and fucked it how I wanted to fuck her heat. 

I moved my fingers in a rhythm that matched the pounding of my own heart, and my thrusts that were turning wild, each stroke purposeful, every movement meant to drive her closer to the edge. 

Her body responded her back arching, her free hand gripping me as if she needed me to hold her together.

I could feel her pulse racing beneath my fingertips, the subtle tension building in her body as she neared the edge. I wasn't sure how much longer she could hold on, but I wanted to make it last. Wanted to savor every second, but I was also close to the edge. 

"Darius, please…" Her plea sent a rush of heat through me, and I moved faster, my hips bucking into her fist, my fingers thrusting her wet heat wildly. 

She arched into my touch, her fingers gripping my shoulder as she silently begged for release. The sound of her breathless sighs was a melody I couldn't ignore. I could feel her pulse quickening, the tension building inside her with every touch. I moved in rhythm with her, knowing she was close—so close.

With each deliberate motion, I could feel her nearing the edge.

"Come for me, my love," I growled into her ear, my climax close. 

Her body tensed, and then, as if the world stopped for a brief moment, she let go. A shudder ran through her, her entire body convulsing as she reached her peak, a soft, breathless cry escaping her lips. 

And then I followed her off the edge. "Fuck!" I growled as ropes of sperm burst through me, turning my vision white with pleasure. 

She continued her fisting, not once faltering as she stared up at me with clouded eyes, parted swollen lips, and flushed cheeks.

God, she was perfect.

My orgasm seems to go on forever, but eventually it ends. I grunted as the last sperm was ripped from me. 

I withdrew my fingers out of Ravenna and she shuddered.

"That was…" She trailed off, looking lost for words. I understood. 

I turned off the shower and carried her back to my room. I threw her on the bed gently and stared down at her, my dick already hardening. "And now I'm going to fuck you."