Awakening The Silver Wolf

RAVENNA POV 

The drive back to the pack house passed in a blur. Even though Darius was driving he couldn't take his hands off me, and me him. 

It felt like I was burning, and if Darius wasn't in me in a moment that fire would consume me. Just a brush of Darius' fingers on my inner thighs was enough to make me moan loudly like a dying animal. And when that finger finally entered where I needed it I nearly exploded.

I had told Darius to stop the car and forget about getting home but he refused, claiming this was a special night and I should be treated, even though his hard dick was nearly tearing through his pants, the spot where his head was already damp from per-cum. 

I admired the control he had. I was a raging mess. 

When I had asked him why the hell this was happening he had explained it was because of the wine. 

"It was no ordinary drink," he had explained, his voice rasped, his pupil dilated with lust. "It was infused with magic—ancient magic, meant to bind the luna to her mate. A witch had performed the spell on it. Even though we were already bonded, that wine binds us in a whole different way. The vows bind our souls, and the wine will bind our bodies." 

I had shivered at his words, though it had nothing to do with the chill of the night air. My pulse raced as Darius' fingers increased their pace, his other hand on the steering wheel.

I had a thousand and one questions I wanted to ask but all that could wait. Right now I couldn't think of anything but wanting Darius. 

I moaned loudly when he added a third finger, my back arching off the seat.

"Fuck, you're so wet," Darius growled, circling my clit with my thumbs.

"Darius," I panted. "Oh god." 

I screamed as my orgasm was ripped from me, my legs shaking with the force of it. When the soul-snatching orgasm was finally gone the fire did not even quench one bit. I still needed more, needed him in me. 

Through my foggy brain, I noticed the car had stopped and Darius was out, walking towards my side. He opened the car roughly and carried me out.

Our lips immediately met in a furious wild kiss, our tongues fighting for dominance. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my hands tight around his neck as I kissed him like I would die if I didn't. 

This position we were in made me feel Darius' hard dick. I grounded on it, causing Darius to growl deep in his throat. I was barely aware of him walking, climbing upstairs, and walking into his room, which was lit with candles and flowers scattered on the floor but I couldn't see any of those right now. 

Darius threw me on his bed and began ripping out his clothes, his hands shaking as he tore off his shirt. My gown followed and soon he lay on top of me, kissing me furiously as he sank into me with one deep thrust, a loud growl ripping out of him. 

"Oh god!" I screamed, my hands scratching his back. "Yes, Darius. Yes, yes yes!"

He kissed me, his mouth swallowing the wild sounds I was making. He pulled away and raised my shoulders to rest on his shoulders before hitting that place deep inside me. The sound that came out of me was primal. 

"Ah. Fuck," Darius panted, his eyes closed, his head thrown back as he pounded into me like a madman. 

The feelings that coursed through me were strange and felt powerful. 

It was like our bodies knew what was meant to be as if the connection we had—already deep, already undeniable—had just been elevated to something even more powerful. 

The magic from the wine was still coursing through us, but now it wasn't just the effect of a drink. It was us, it was our wolves, it was the bond that had always been there, waiting for this moment.

I could feel his breath on my skin, his heart hammering against mine, and I knew that he felt it too—the pull, the need. 

My body was on fire, but it wasn't just desire. It was the magic, the ancient power that tied us together in ways we couldn't escape, even if we wanted to.

Darius's eyes were dark with something primal. "You're mine," he murmured, the words carrying a weight that went beyond the physical. They reached into my soul, and I felt my own wolf stir in response, growling softly in agreement.

I wanted to answer him, to tell him how I felt, but all I could do was feel. Feel the way our bodies were already moving in perfect wild harmony, the way the bond between us was deepening, pulling us closer, more tightly woven together. 

My hands grasped at his thighs, needing him, urging him to come closer, to make this whole.

His hand found mine, gripping it tightly as he moved with a kind of controlled urgency. I could sense the strength of his restraint, though it was barely holding. His wolf was wild, and I could feel mine rising to meet him. This wasn't just a physical need—it was something deeper, something unbreakable.

He leaned in as he interlocked our fingers over my head and continued his thrust, his movements untamed. 

"You've unlocked a beast, my sweetness," he growled into my ear, nipping my lode gently. "A beast that can't be tamed."

I ripped my hand away from his to fist them in his hair and tugged hard, dragging his face to meet mine. His eyes were now glowing, his pupils blown wide. 

"I don't want to tame that beast," I growled, not recognizing my voice. "I want to free it even more, to watch it consume me. Don't hold back, my love." 

Darius snapped. With a growl, he pulled away from me only to turn me, so that my belly was resting on the bed. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to my knees before he slammed back into me. 

"Darius!" I cried out, gripping the headboard as he slammed into me without mercy, his thick balls slapping my pussy, creating a fraction that made my eyes roll to the back of my head.

I arched my back, my nails gripping the headboard so hard that it cracked but I didn't lessen my hold.

"Fuccckkk!" Darius growled as he leaned down to circle my clit, his other hand gripping my hip so tightly I was sure it would leave bruises. "Baby, fuck. I'm close. I'm fucking close." 

"Come for me, my love," I panted, bouncing back to meet his thrusts. "Fucking fill me with your seeds." 

Darius groaned before he pinched my clit. I screamed as my climax slammed into me with brutal force. Darius followed with a roar, his thrusts losing their rhythm.

And then, when the pressure became unbearable when we couldn't hold back any longer, the bond flared between us. 

My heart raced, and my body shook, but the moment of release was more than just an explosion of pleasure. It was the completion of something that had always been ours, waiting to finally come to life. 

Darius pulled his softening dick out of me and collapsed on the bed like all his bones had turned to liquid, taking me with him. I could relate. 

"Fuck," he breathed, holding me to his chest. "That was…"

"Incredibly mind-blowing?" I completed when he trailed off. 

"Fuck yes. That's the word."

I chuckled softly and rested in his arms, feeling boneless. That fire that the wine had started had finally quenched. 

We stayed in silence, the only sound of our ragged breaths until Darius said, "After the one week of feasting we're going to your tribe."