“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she grumbled, remaining silent for the rest of the ride home, laying on his bed for a moment and relax, getting up some time later and stretching. After running over to her room, she dug out one of her nighties, she went to take a shower, needing to wash all the sweat from her form before crawling into bed. Only then did it hit her she’d be cuddling up to a naked Colt. So, in her panic, she did a quick shave of everything to be on the safe side before getting out. Then, she combed out her hair, and towel dried it, leaving the bathroom dressed as she slowly went back to his room. After that it was a matter of putting her hair in a braid and sitting on the bed, waiting.<br/><br/>When he came in, she tried not to look as nervous as she felt. “What side of the bed are you usually on?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">For whatever reason, Colt had decided to take extra time getting Max settled. Whether it was to give Tempest the time she needed to get ready, or even to give him more time, he was not sure. But, eventually, Max was settled into his kennel for the night and Colt went into the bathroom to grab a shower. There was that awkward moment where her scent caught him off guard as it clung to the bathroom from her own shower. He could smell her nervousness, could smell her own hidden desires that only succeeded in amplifying his own. A low groan of frustration left his lips, before he climbed into the shower with the hope that the hot water would relax some of the tension that had settled within his body. <br/><br/>At the end of the shower he did not feel any more relaxed than before he, but there was nothing that could be done about that now. With the towel wrapped about his waist he went into the bedroom to find Tempest freshly bathed and shaved (at least her legs), with an air of nervousness about her. <br/><br/>“Do you have any idea of just how beautiful you are?”</span><br/><br/>It was bad enough that he was wearing only a towel, but that he’d complimented her while she sat nervously on the edge of the bed had her cheeks reddening. Fingers picking at the fabric of his sheets, she shrugged, eyes dropping to her legs as they uncrossed, her feet tucking beneath the bed.<br/><br/>“You’ve...mentioned it...once or twice…” came her shy reply, standing up. Her hands smoothed over the soft cotton of her nightie, having opted for something a bit more than she normally would have worn; Roommates or not, she wanted to wear something that didn’t look worn in. Gesturing back to the bed again, “So...what side of the bed do you...usually sleep on?” she tried again, trying to figure out where he’d be laying down when he got in it.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Eyes roamed over her form, bottom lip pulled between his teeth to nibble on as he thought about what he would rather do to her. “I’m going to be honest,” he began with a hand that cupped the right side of her face. “I want you…really bad…” he confessed to something that they both knew to be true. “I want to take it slow, because I want us to do this right and end up in a happy place together…” he said honestly. “But…at the same time…I want you…I want all of you…” his hand slipped to the back of her neck. “Tell me what you want, tell that you want us to continue waiting and I will continue to wait…” he leaned closer. “If you don’t want to wait anymore…” he allowed the sentence to hang there in the air for her to answer.</span><br/><br/>Her blush deepened as she felt his eyes wander over her, even as her own remained pointedly trained on the bed. But his hand cupping her cheek urged her to look back at him, and his words had her heart racing in her chest. Everything about this screamed “we need to wait,” no matter how she felt about it. Colt was...wonderful, honest, understanding, and as tempting as sin.<span style="font-style: italic">But we should wait…</span><br/><br/>It seemed, though, that her body was in disagreement as goosebumps formed over her skin, his hand moving behind her neck. Eyes fluttering closed, her breath bitched and her lower lip found itself trapped between her teeth as she struggled to think. Why had she asked for things to go slow? There’d been a reason, hadn’t there? “Colt…” she breathed, a quiet groan in her voice as her eyes opened, searching both of his while she waited for words to come forth. “I...want you...I do. I just...I don’t want to rush this…”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">He smiled and kissed her, slowly his body pressed more into her own as he held against him. When it finally ended, he lingered close the smile still on his lips. “I don’t want to rush this either, but I wanted you to know how I felt,” another quick kiss then he regretfully pulled away. “I sleep on the side by the window. The sun in the morning helps me to wake up,” he explained while he walked to that side. With his back still to her, he dropped the towel and climbed into bed. “I hope the other side is well enough for you?”</span><br/><br/>The kiss was returned, hands eager to hold him close and enjoy what she was allowing herself to. She almost wanted to go back on it, the kiss nearly wiping out all of her resolve, painfully aware of what little he wore and how it would be less so in a matter of moments. However, just as she was about to give in, the embrace was ended. Her eyes followed his movements, watching until the towel dropped, looking away instantaneously and moving to the opposite side. “This side works just fine,” she answered, heart hammering as she lowered herself into bed. Everything smelled like him, intoxicatingly so, and to know his body was right there...it was just as intense as if they’d been doing something more than just getting situated beside one another.<br/><br/>More shifting and the covers were pulled up, just lying there for a minute before plucking up the courage to look over at him. “How did you...want to cuddle?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“Here,” he said and rolled onto his back and held his arm out so that she could lie on his chest. “This position ok?”</span><br/><br/>As he rolled over, she tried not to think about the fact that she’d be lying on his naked form.<span style="font-style: italic">It’s not any different than the cuddling we were doing on the couch,</span>Tempest tried to convince herself as she shifted to accommodate him. “That position’s fine,” she agreed, rolling over and nestling into the crook of his arm. Her head went to his shoulder and her arm went across his chest, a leg gently moving to rest atop the nearest to her. Adjusting her leg, though, was difficult as she was well aware of how close she was to certain areas, and she was trying not to think about it.<br/><br/>“Is this alright? I can shift if you need me to,” she asked quietly, nearly breathless.<span style="font-style: italic">Relax, Tempest. It’s just cuddling. Nothing more.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Tempest," he waited for her to look up at him. "I do have on underwear," he smiled softly. "I may sleep naked normally, but I was not going to just sleep naked next to you. That would be cruel to the both of us. So, relax."</span><br/><br/>Looking up at him took some effort, but she eventually managed, laughing off what he said as best she could. “Me…? Need to relax? I’m...perfectly...relaxed.” A pause as she tried to keep the blushing down to a minimum, her mind focused on what she’d rather be doing than what she should be doing...which was sleeping. “Are you perfectly relaxed?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"For the most part," he admitted as his arm wrapped about her and pulled her close. "Hopefully sleep will relax certain....things...."</span><br/><br/>Something about his arm around her was reassuring, relaxing despite her mind wandering to how his arms around her felt in other scenarios. “I don’t think sleep will relax those certain...things...at least, on my end,” she admitted quietly, head resting back on his shoulder and letting out a breath. “I can’t say I’ve been this keyed up for a while...so I apologize in advance for any...tossing and turning I may do while sleeping.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Same," he responded. "While I like the feel of you against my body...I'm keyed up as you put it."</span><br/><br/>“...Do you want me to move over to my side of the bed?” she offered. “Give you a break?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"No, cause that would hardly do anything at all," he said with a laugh at their current situation. "Would it really be rushing it, if we just...gave in?"</span><br/><br/>That was the question, wasn’t it? Would it be rushing it? They’d certainly satisfy that need they’d been dancing around, which would help them both relax. But then there was that part of her that was worried. She’d not even thought about it when she was in such a position the last time… Was it so wrong to try and prevent things from moving so fast?<br/><br/>“...Well, wouldn’t it?” she asked quietly, glancing up at him. “But, I don’t know, anymore...What do you think?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“What makes it feel like we are rushing?” he asked her, more as a means to see how she viewed it all.</span><br/><br/>“I don’t know…” she sighed, rolling away to lay on her back momentarily so she could think. “I guess...I don’t want you to think this is a rebound. That’s one of my biggest concerns. Athan and I have only been over for...three or four weeks. I could be overthinking it, but I worry...I don’t want to ruin this by rushing in, no matter how much I want to just...rush in and do what I’ve been wanting to…” Turning her head in his direction, she looked almost apologetic. “I’m overthinking it...aren’t I?”<br/><br/>A light laugh fell free as she turned away again, facing the ceiling while she continued to think about it. “How do you judge what’s too fast and what’s not? How would you properly court someone and make sure you didn’t screw anything up?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">A smile came to his lips and if anything he became even fonder of her. How she was unsure of what it meant to be rushing into something, concerned that he would think himself nothing but a rebound to her. When she asked about his upbringing the smile turned a bit shyer as he rubbed the back of his neck, “Well, I would approach her family first. Mainly her father and seek his permission to court her. Then we would spend time in her home, under the watchful eye of her mother or whatever other relatives happened to be there. We would talk; discuss our habits and dreams and plans for the future, to see if we were compatible and such. If we felt it would work, then we would proceed from there, the time was dependent on the how we felt,” he said with a smile and shrug.</span><br/><br/>Everything sounded so much simpler, then. Even with the extra steps of seeking out family members first and being chaperoned, it had to be simpler than dating nowadays. Now there were labels and what each meant, there was sex that complicated things. As he spoke, she found herself glancing over at him with a curious gaze. “Is that what I’ve to look forward to? You asking my father if you can court me?” It was a joke, lighthearted, something to get her to relax. “Back then, wasn’t it...extremely frowned upon to have sex before marriage?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“I would ask him, if I thought you wanted me to,” he said with a grin. “And it was, but that was largely due to being unable to prevent pregnancy. Now, with so many contraceptives…” he allowed the sentence to just explain itself instead of finishing it. He rolled over, careful to place an arm on either side of her body, while he supported his weight over her so that he could look down into her eyes. “Tell me what you want? Knowing that to me, this is not rushing, more like doing what seems to be the natural thing to do. Knowing that for me it is not just a simple one night stand. Knowing that to me I want you just as much as I know you want me. Knowing that no matter what you decide I will accept it, honor it and never use it against you in a malicious manner.” <br/><br/>A kiss was given to her, soft and sweet, “What do you want?” he asked once the kiss ended, though he kept his face still close to her own.</span><br/><br/>As he shifted, she held her breath, feeling like his presence was suddenly completely smothering her own. Not a bad smothering, but a burning smothering, one that she wanted to wallow in as she stared up into his eyes.<span style="font-style: italic">What do I want?</span>she asked herself, eyes fluttering closed as he kissed her, chest brushing against his with every breath she took.<span style="font-style: italic">I want him...but I just spoke with Athan today, and he wants another chance. As much as I hate him for what he did...there’s still that part of me that wants to give him that chance. ...But, it’s never felt with Athan like it does with Colt. Everything’s...easier, freer. I want him...and I’m not sure how much longer I can try to ignore that…</span>Eyes bouncing back and forth between both of his, her lower lip was held captive between her teeth.<span style="font-style: italic">...If I can ignore that…</span><br/><br/>Taking a breath, her eyes closed as she tried to figure out exactly what she wanted...Though it didn’t take long as her eyes opened again, making contact with his own. “I want...you…” A hand rose to caress the side of his cheek, her eyes still a little hesitant but not enough to override the look that was beginning to burn behind her eyes. “...I want you.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">That was all he needed to hear. What little restraint he had managed to maintain crumbled in the face of his desire that had pained him for days now. Another kiss given, though this time he lingered, his lips pressed against her own hungrily sought to try and express every single ounce of emotion that she brought out of him. A near impossible task, but with the permission finally granted to try he planned to give it a go. Another shift in his weight, the mattress creaked once while he rested some of his weight atop her form. Immediately his skin burned wherever hers touched, a heat that spread quickly throughout the rest of his body. <br/><br/>It felt like forever for how long he wanted this, for how long he wanted her, yearned for her and needed her. To feel her against his body, to feel her lips pressed against his own, to breathe deep her scent that caused his heart to race faster still. Everything about her felt right to him, clicked with him in a way he had never thought possible; such complete complement to him and who he was as not just a man but as a wolf too.</span><br/><br/>Just as the words left her lips, the change in his eyes had her relaxing, the last of her hesitance slipping away. His lips fell on hers and that was all she needed to throw herself into it. Breath stolen, she returned the hungry kiss with gusto, arms wrapping about him and pulling him to her, back arching as she sought to press herself closer to him. Everything burned, deliciously so, and it had her suddenly lamenting the fact that she’d worn anything at all. The cloth separating them was only a hindrance, something to lament and tear away.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Finally!</span>came one of the last coherent thought she deemed worthy before letting her mind go blank. There was no way she was going to overthink this. She’d made her decision, and she planned on fully enjoying it, no other thoughts needed. All she needed was his lips on hers, his body on hers, to feel him and to just...be with him. To share in this moment with him.<br/><br/>Her lips broke away from his as she began to trail kisses down his chin and down his neck, nipping and suckling and licking as she went. Huskily against his skin, she asked the one question she needed to know. “You have...protection...right?” Tempest managed between nips.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">The feel of her body as it pressed against his own caused him to moan against her lips, his tongue quick to force its way into her mouth for a dance with her own. When she broke the kiss he openly and loudly whimpered, though it was quick to turn into another moan as her lips moved down along his body. It took a moment for what she asked to register, but when it did he could not help but chuckle softly.<br/><br/>“Didn’t you bring any?” <br/><br/>It was a tease to be sure, whether or not she could get pregnant from him he was not sure, but he knew that neither of them would rather find out. At least not with their first time being together.</span><br/><br/>His soft chuckle had her groaning against him before giving him a sharp nip and laying back in the pillows. Her hands slid up his back and down his shoulders until they came to his chest, playfully pushing him back. “Well, since you obviously don’t have any…” she started, nibbling on her lip before putting on her best innocent, letdown face. “...I guess you’ll have to get off and I’ll see myself to my room…”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">He rolled his eyes and gave of playful growl while he leaned down to nip her on the shoulder. “You ain’t going nowhere,” he growled against her ear. “Now that I have you….you is mine…” he nipped her ear and allowed his fangs to drag along her neck down to her shoulder. “Don’t worry,” he whispered. “I have protection,” he added just as a means of putting her concerns to rest. <br/><br/>Lower he kissed and nibbled along her flesh until his actions were halted by bothersome clothing. A growl followed by the sound of her shirt being ripped filled the room. As more of her flesh contacted with his own he groaned, trembled and whimpered for more. More contact, more heat…just more of her. Like some beautiful drug she was to him, a drug that he craved more than anything else in the world to the point that he ached at the mere thought to never have her again. He knew, without a shadow of doubt that once would never be enough for him. <br/><br/>When they were together he felt so comfortable, so whole and at peace. Even his wolf was happy to have her, felt better with her in their lives.</span><br/><br/>The nip had her jumping, the vibration against her ear of his voice and the heat of his breath pulling goosebumps to her skin. It wasn’t enough, not by a long shot, but it had her frustration boiling over as he dragged his teeth down her neck, as he said she was his. Protection were the last thing on her mind just then, so that part wasn’t an issue; Granted, she’d have been frustrated if they couldn’t have gone as far as she wanted and craved, but it wouldn’t have been the end of the world.<br/><br/>Lower and lower his mouth moved, her body writhing beneath him, back arching and torso wriggling as her nerves jumped and sparked. However, it didn’t become real...until her clothing was being ripped away. It took a moment to realize what the sound was, so lost in the moment and dizzy that she didn’t recognize the tearing and the way the fabric was being moved from her body. She didn’t recognize the feel of the colder air breaching her still damp skin before his took the air’s place. Only when his skin touched hers did she realize and the moan she loosed was loud, turning her head into the pillow to try and stifle it.<br/><br/>Without another word, she hooked his chin and forced him back up to her for a heated, deep kiss. Her tongue pushed its way into his mouth to dance along his, nails sliding down his back as she pulled him flush against her. Tongue pulling back, her teeth caught his lower lip and lightly pulled on it before relinquishing her hold and starting in with more kisses, moaning and near growling.<br/><br/>How had she managed to hold off this long? Why had she wanted to hold off this long? This felt right, amazing. Everything about this moment was right, save for one thing: It was taking too long. Her frustration was threatening to rear its ugly head, the idea to roll him over so she was on top with him at her mercy a tempting one. One she started testing the waters of as she shifted her leg and started pushing against him, trying to roll him over without breaking the kiss.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">The way she started to try and take control was an appealing one. There were several perks to it, though he was not ready for that just yet. Desire being what it was, he knew this could last longer if they slowed down just a bit and while he wanted her so bad that it was nearly hurt, he wanted this to last for as long as he could manage. So, as she tried to roll him over, he growled, broke the kiss and nipped her shoulder. <br/><br/>“Not yet…” he warned. “Grab the headboard and don’t let go unless I tell you,” he instructed before he went back to the slow kisses and nibbles as he headed south for something new to taste.</span><br/><br/>His growl was met with one of her own, body jolting beneath his as he nipped her shoulder. Narrowing her eyes at him, her hands didn’t grab the headboard, instead pushing against him again and trying to roll him for a second time. “And if I don’t? Are you telling me you don’t want what you know is coming if you just...let me have my way?” she asked, voice husky, thick with need.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">He smirked, “I want you….you know that, but I want this to last…if only for a bit.” With care he shifted his weight to his knees so that he now knelt between her legs, which now left his hands free. “Grab the headboard,” he said again, this time his words were accented with his claws which he dragged slowly down her thighs.</span><br/><br/>There was a groan given in response to making it last. Didn’t he know that’s what “round two” was for? Or rounds three through ten? Why did we have to drag the first one out when the need to tear into him and take what she wanted was a very real one? He had her chomping at the bit, wore her down, and<span style="font-style: italic">now</span>he wanted her to wait?<br/><br/>Begrudgingly, her hands took hold of the headboard. “You never told me what would happen...if I let go,” she pointed out, shivering and trembling beneath his claws, back arching as she drew in a shaky breath. “What happens if I let go?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“You’ll see…” <br/><br/>The only answer given before he went back to what he had been doing prior, tasting her. What hesitation he might have had to prolong this moment was brief, as he took one of her nipples into his mouth and suckled on it, hard. Strong hands on her hips kept her pinned to the bed, least she tried to once again take over his fun. <br/><br/>Teeth added to the mix now, he nipped the hardened nub before he flicked his tongue over it several times. A final hard suckle was given to that one, before he moved over to the other to give it the same attention. All the while he held her firmly to the bed, his eyes going from closed to looking up at her while he gauged her reaction to his actions.</span><br/><br/>Her eyes followed his every movement like a hawk, half-lidded and alight with a burning fire. “You’re really going to dra-”<br/><br/>Words cutting off, her head pushed back into the pillow as her breath was stolen. Lips clamped around her nipple, she could hardly keep still. Her hands gripped the headboard tighter, her back arched off of the bed and her hips tried to rise despite his hold on her. Then the teeth were added, and she was moaning his name, unable to think or say much else.<br/><br/>She caught a single breath in the time it took to move from one to the other, every nerve in her body alive and jittery. And, the longer it lasted, the less her resolve became to adhere to what he said. Gripping it tighter in an effort not to release it, her knuckles were turning white under the pressure. “Colt,” Tempest moaned again, her hips pushing against his hands. “Are you really going to make me beg for you to take me now?!”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“Hmm…that may make me go faster…” he chuckled and kissed lower. Fangs dragged down her flesh in between kisses, nibbles and licks. Lower and lower he went, till his heated breath passed over her navel and it was here that he paused. <br/><br/>“Let me hear you beg,” he growled up to her, his hands on her thong with his claws hooked just under the thin strand of material.</span><br/><br/>Each time his lips touched down on her skin, the ache in her core grew. So much so was that ache getting harder to ignore that she was seriously considering begging.<br/><br/>Instead, she let go of the headboard and started trying to remove her thong for him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Another growl and he pinned her arms above her head, “You’re being so very naughty.”</span><br/><br/>She growled right back, eyes narrowed at him as she tried to grind her hips into him. “Come oooon,” she moaned, pushing up against his hold and trying to dislodge him. “Why are you dragging out what we both want? Just let me take what I want, and then it can be how you want it in round two!”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">He chuckled and nipped her shoulder, “If we rush it, you won’t be able to last round two, or three.” Breath hot against her ear, he dragged his fangs along her neck and throat, “I want to taste you. I want to feel you as you cum and taste your sweet essence.” A soft groan against her ear as he ground himself hard against her, “Behave and I promise it will be worth the wait…”</span><br/><br/>“Rounds two and three?” she repeated, breathing shallow as she shivered beneath his fangs. Her body shuddered as he ground into her, her hips returning the movement, trying to somehow attain what he was withholding. Groaning, Tempest begrudgingly nodded, biting down hard on her lip. “...Fine...but it...better be worth it…”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“Have I lied to you yet?” he asked, though an answer was not what he sought from her at the moment. Instead, he started back at the top his lips quick to wrap around a nipple to work back toward her heightened state. Each was given attention until he had her moaning nonsense, with the occasional outcry of his name.  Lower he traveled once more, lips, tongue and fangs all in play until he paused once more with his claws hooked into her thong. <br/><br/>“Now....Beg.” <br/><br/>There was that hesitation once again, that moment when she wanted to defy him just because she wanted what she wanted. However, the hesitation did not last long. Perhaps, it was the look that he gave her? Or the promise for multiple rounds that loosened her tongue? But she surrendered and he got her to beg. For a moment he happily dwelled in his small victory, her pleas music to his ears. <br/><br/>Without further ado, he flexed his fingers and the already strained material of her thong was sliced clean through by his sharp claws. Now, the object of his desire was revealed and he lingered for a moment. Why? Perhaps, it was to watch her face? To watch her thrash on the bed and struggle to not release the headboard? Whatever it was, he got and decided to reward her with a slow lick across, careful to allow his tongue a chance to touch as much as possible.</span><br/><br/>“It may not be a lie, but instead an exa-”<br/><br/>Whatever words she was trying to say just then died on her tongue, cut off by the loud moan that loosed as his lips started anew on her chest. Her hands gripped the headboard tighter, trying her best to comply with what he’d requested and keep her hands away from him. The urge, however, to relinquish her hold and instead push him down faster...it was a great one. The urge had a mind of its own and had her nearly letting go several times, watching him slowly work his way down from the top complete torture.<br/><br/>Nothing coherent was coming from her lips as her body trembled beneath his touch. There were partial moans of his name, but the bulk of them were nonsensical, lacking any real thought as her mind had nearly completely clouded over. Had he not prompted her for words, she probably wouldn’t have even attempted any words. But something told her, he wouldn’t even consider going any further unless she begged.<span style="font-style: italic">But I don’t want to beg!</span>her mind fairly screamed at him, whether he could hear it or not.<span style="font-style: italic">...But if I don’t beg, we won’t go any further...and I’m too far invested to go to bed, cold turkey…</span>another voice added.<br/><br/>“...Please, Colt?” she tried, hoping that was sufficient? “Please?” He didn’t start right in, though, and it had her whimpering as she gripped the headboard in a vice-like grip as she groaned. “Please, Colt? Taste me! Please!”<br/><br/>The look of victory in his eyes was enough that she almost regretted submitting. It was quickly overshadowed as the sound of tearing fabric filled her ears again and she felt the fabric about her giving for a final time. Now she was there, just her, nothing between them and he hesitated. She’d done what he asked, hadn’t she?! She’d begged as he’d wanted and she hadn’t released the headboard, just as he’d asked! Why was he taking his sweet time when all she wanted was for him to start already! Surely, where she’d done as he asked and had already resigned herself to him taking his time otherwise, he could accommodate her just this much?<br/><br/>“Colt! Please! Why are you dra-Oh my god!”<br/><br/>Without much warning, he’d descended, his tongue touching down on her and everything else around her faded. Her head went dangerously light and her body trembled almost violently. After such a build up, even the slow crawl of his tongue across her, touching everything, was nearly too much. Her hips rose off the bed, trying to get him somehow further, back arching and head turning to the side to bite her own arm, to stifle the sound of her incoherent pleas and moans.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“Don’t fight it!” he growled up between licks. “I want to hear you moan! I want to hear you scream my name!” <br/><br/>Over and over his tongue touched down on her flesh. Each lap and taste of her flesh was enough to make him groan with his own need and desire. Her hips bucked and he allowed it, his tongue being used to part her lips and plunge as deeply as he could reach. In and out his tongue worked across her, before he focused entirely on her clit the hard nub given a hard suck followed by fast flicks of his tongue. Round one was well underway and he planned to taste her at least twice before he took things to where they both wanted them.</span><br/><br/>It wasn’t a fair fight, really. His tongue was just as skilled as he’d led it on to be, which had her moans becoming louder and louder as the ache she’d been fighting off in their momentary stalemate was becoming impossible to ignore. Each lick was bringing her closer and closer to the brink and they’d barely even begun.<span style="font-style: italic">No, no no, you need to hold off!</span>she screamed at herself, the moans she loosed nearly constant at this point, her hips moving of their own accord.<br/><br/>But he instead switched tact, focusing solely on her clit and it was too much, sending her spiraling over the edge before she could tell herself to stop. Her back arched nearly violently as her muscles convulsed, tensing and untensing, all breath lost as her final moan came out and then she was relinquishing hold of the headboard to push him away so she could have a reprieve.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">He could feel her orgasm build with each second and each moment he gave attention to her clit. She was completely at his mercy and he loved it. Loved how her body responded to his actions so completely. Licks, sucks and soft nips were given, his tongue worked over as many places as he could. When she finally came, he was almost knocked back from how hard she arched off the bed. Pushed back, for the moment, he sat there his own chest heaved with each breath and he just watched her. Watched her as she came down from her orgasm and her breathing slowly returned to normal, “So…how was round one?” he asked while his tongue took its time to travel across his lips.</span><br/><br/>It took her a few long, delicious moments to come down from the high she’d been riding while she climaxed. Her chest heaved, trying to catch its breath, her heart hammered in her ears, and her body still trembled, slowly melting into the bed beneath her as her legs slumped, following the rest of her body suit. She could still feel the tingling still radiating through her from her core and could hardly think straight. But, when she could, she heard his voice and looked down at him, lower lip captured by her teeth as she took in the movement of his tongue sliding across his lips, biting back a groan.<br/><br/>“I guess you...weren’t exaggerating,” Tempest replied with a light, husky laugh. “If your next rounds are anything like that, I’m not sure I’ll be able to leave your bed tomorrow morning. ...Since we’re following your plan, rather than mine...what do you have in mind for the next rounds?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“So…we sleep in tomorrow,” he said with a shrug as he crawled back over to her. A few kisses and a lick given to her between her legs, only to continue slowly up along the rest of her body. “Is it such a bad idea to think about spending the morning in bed with me?” he asked amongst kisses and nibbles along her neck and shoulder.</span><br/><br/>He said it so simply, that they’d sleep in tomorrow. She wouldn’t lie and say that she wasn’t prone to over-thinking things, but she felt so...at ease currently. It’s not as though spending the morning in bed would be bad; It’d just be different.<br/><br/>That was something to think on another time, though. He was crawling back up to her, kissing, licking and nibbling his way up her form until his breath was hot on her neck and shoulder. Her eyes were fluttering closed, hands hooking his chin and pulling him to her lips for a kiss.<br/><br/>She’d held off touching, just like he’d asked. Now, it was her turn.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">He pressed his lips against her own, his tongue quick to take the chance and push into her mouth to dance with her own. Right now, all that separated the two of them were the boxer briefs that he wore. A detail that was just fine for him, because he was not ready to let this end, not just yet. The kiss continued with him dominating the pace and the duration, all the while his hands roamed over her body his hand between her legs ready to start the next round.<br/><br/>It started with just a passing of his fingers across her clit, followed by a more purposeful action to slide a finger slowly into her.</span><br/><br/>It was frustrating in a way she couldn’t explain. He was kissing her, which she liked, but he was dictating how fast it moved, how long it lasted, his hands sliding down her. She wanted to be in charge, to take control, but she didn’t have enough force to get him to flip over so she could be on top. Granted, she liked the dominant aspect and all, but it wasn’t enough to quell the need that she was feeling, left tasted but not satisfied.<br/><br/>A shiver ripped through her, feeling his fingers sliding over. Eyes fluttering closed and a moan escaping, everything already sensitive from the lingering release she’d just had. But, he wasn’t through yet. His finger continued its trail over her until it pushed into her, causing her back to start arching and the moan she’d been in the middle of loosing to cut off. Nails digging into his back, her hips pushed into his hand, a growl leaving her lips as she tore them away to bite into his shoulder.<br/><br/>“Why can’t...you just give me...what I want? What<span style="font-style: italic">we</span>want?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">The bite hurt in that good way that only happened in moments like this, as it appealed to both man and wolf. When she relinquished her hold and growled out her question it was his turn to bite her. Same spot on her shoulder, careful to mind his fangs though he made it a point to drag them slightly when he released hold of her flesh. <br/><br/>“I told you there would be multiple rounds,” he grinned and added a second finger to the mix, both now used to move in and out of her at a steady pace. “Maybe, after this one you will get what you really want,” a low soft chuckle left his lips and before she could voice a complaint he picked up the pace and the roughness. Harder and faster he worked his fingers into her over and over again, eyes focused on her face to watch her reaction to his efforts. When he thought she might adjust to what his actions, enough to voice another complaint anyway, he added his thumb to the mix. Now, as his two fingers thrust hard and rough into her, his thumb worked over her clit. Tonight was his night and he would enjoy himself for as long as it would last. <br/><br/>She would just have to bite down on a pillow for a bit.</span><br/><br/>The bite hurt, sharp even without the fangs in play as his jaw clamped onto her shoulder, it hurt. But that bite was walking the fine line between being too much to take and pleasurable, with the added action of his finger inside of her and the way he then dragged his fangs down her skin before letting go of her completely. His words didn’t do much to quell her need, saying there<span style="font-style: italic">may</span>be a third round in which she would get what she wanted, but he was only teasing her.<br/><br/>Instead, he added another finger and her body was more apt to focus on that and not the thoughts she was trying to have. Harder and faster, his hand worked, and more and more her hips tried to bring him into her, hands clinging to him and digging in as she tried to force more than he was giving. ...And then he added his thumb rubbing over her clit, the otherwise neglected nub this round suddenly coming to life and sending sharp, delicious shivers through her body as there was another climax on the horizon. There had hardly been a break and her body was threatening to release without her say so.<br/><br/>Her head pressed into the pillow, her eyes squeezed shut as the tingling began to grow, the ache began to grow and spread throughout her body. Then, without warning, she pulled him down for a deep kiss, a hungry kiss, only pausing when her body decided it couldn’t hold out any longer and she came. The kiss paused, a deep moan leaving her lips as she convulsed, muscles tensing and untensing as she trembled near violently beneath him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Once again she came under his hands; the kiss they shared heated, deep and passionate was cut short as she seemed to lose the ability to maintain it. The sight which thoroughly pleased Colt in ways that he would never be able to fully articulate, nor did he see himself ever in the mind to even try. Right now, he was focused on her, on watching her as she came and then crashed with the delicious release that coursed through her body. Each spasm, each tense of her muscles he drank in and felt the aching of his own desire growing with each passing moment. <br/><br/>“Now,” he asked softly after he gave her a few moments to catch her breath. “I think you are ready for a final round.” His tongue snaked over his lips, eyes now more primal and predatory. Finally he would give in to what he wanted, to what they both wanted and he full intended to enjoy it. The boxer briefs that he wore were pushed out of the way and tossed somewhere into the room. A drawer in the end table beside the bed was opened and he pulled out the box of condoms. The sound of the foiled wrapper filled the room, mingled with the heavy panting from both parties. While he rolled the bit of latex on, he indulged his hands in allowing his fingers to glide along her inner thigh. <br/><br/>Once everything was in place, he pushed her legs apart and positioned himself over her. Eyes intently stared down into her own with mixed played within their depths. Want, desire, need and another emotion that was hard to define though was not outshined by the others. Whatever it was, it was there with the others and perhaps later, after this moment it would be clearer to both involved. <br/><br/>The urge to ask her if she was <span style="font-style: italic">Ready?</span> was a strong one, though he ignored it and instead did what they had both wanted since this entire dance had begun…<br/><br/>Carefully, he pressed forward with his hips and pushed slowly into her. At the initial sensation he gasped, then groaned deeply in pleasure as inch by inch he slid into her. Until at last his hips were flush against her own and it was there that he held them. This was his round and he would call the shots, even if that meant he drew this out a bit longer. A word of protest looked ready to spring from her lips, so he busied them with a kiss. Tongue hot and eager pushed past her lips to dance with her own, as one of his arms wrapped about her form with his other braced on the headboard. Without breaking the kiss he pulled back, exiting nearly half way before he pushed back in with the same slow careful pace. Even with him on the verge of exploding he wanted this to be drawn out. To last for as long as it could.</span><br/><br/>Her second release felt like it lasted even longer than the first, her body torn between begging for more and begging for mercy. He was skilled, too skilled, with both his mouth and his fingers…and if that were the case, who was to say that she could handle anything more, no matter how much she craved it? Could she handle him between her legs and pounding into her like she’d nearly demanded when they started? Could she handle anything more?<br/><br/>She was about to find out as his voice washed over her, causing her eyes to reopen, half-lidded and heavy with need. The sound of foil filled the room and then the feel of his fingers gliding over her skin sent renewed shivers through her body; afterquakes of her intense climax despite the brief reprieve he’d given her. A loud groan tore free of her lips as she allowed her legs to be pushed apart, eyes intent on his form until he made eye contact. That eye contact was then held as he positioned himself, as she felt him aligning, as she felt him begin to push in.<br/><br/>And then that eye contact became nearly too much to hold. Her eyes fluttered, her hold on him tightened, lips parting to ask him to drive into her like she’d been craving, but his lips fell on hers instead. Their kiss was passionate, deep, heady and needy as he stole her breath and her request, body flush against his as he held her close. Her own arms held tight to him, trying to close what little gap could have possibly remained as he began to move in that slow, agonizing pace that he’d chosen. Where his lips refused to release hers for a proper protest, she took matters into her own hips.<br/><br/>Where he’d try to keep the pace slow, she’d try to move her hips to meet his faster, harder. It wasn’t the easiest of feats, given their positioning, but she was trying, nonetheless. Against his lips, she tried to beg for more, his name mingled in with a loud moan and her fingers gripping tightly into his back. “Please,” she barely managed into this kiss, her plea tapering off into another moan as his hips met hers again, body writhing beneath him. “Please…”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> Nails, more like claws, dragged down the wood of the headboard gouging deep marks in their wake. He wanted this to last, he wanted this moment to go for as long as it could, but it was hard (in more ways than one). With her beneath him, hips jerking this way and that, he could hardly think straight as it was. When her moaned pleas reached his ears, it crumbled the last of his resolve. <br/><br/>A groan of his own left his lips as he pulled out then slammed in hard, “This what you want?” he panted against her and repeated the process. “You want this!” he growled and pulled out then slammed back in again. Both hands on the headboard now, his grip knuckle white as he gave in to what they both wanted. <br/><br/>Near complete abandon and surrender was given to this moment. The animal within granted release to do as it pleased which summed up to pounding into Tempest nearly as hard as he could. Already the rhythmic pounding of the headboard against the wall caused pieces to fall free from the plaster. Over and over he entered her, his body burned hotter with each passing moment. Even with all that they were doing he wanted more, needed more. Again his lips were brought into the mix, at her neck he kissed, nipped and sucked. Close to drawing blood more than once he seemed to growl to himself, as if to warn himself to be careful. <br/><br/>“Tempest…” he moaned her name a final time before he tensed and practically roared as he came. All sense of time and the world around him faded, save for the feel of the woman beneath him. When he finally felt the spasm of each constriction end he braced himself on the bed beside her lest he collapsed fully onto her. <br/><br/>There he stayed, his chest heaved with each breath and he could not stop the smile on his lips. “Not bad for a round three…huh?”</span><br/><br/>When his resolve broke and his hips slammed hard into her, she cried out. There was nothing intelligible, no words or anything even remotely resembling his name. Instead, it was all guttural, purely carnal, as his body slammed into hers and her own met his with gusto. Something about the sound of the bed slowly breaking with the repetition of their intimacy, the way he growled and groaned as he slammed into her, the shouts of what she wanted and liked, it was doing things to her.<br/><br/>This round was far worth the wait.<br/><br/>The more it went on, the more it began to hurt but it carefully danced that line of just less than too much. Any harder with the bite and he’d tear into her skin. Any harder with his hips, and he’d break her pelvis. But it was just,<span style="font-style: italic">just</span>enough to keep from being hurt. She was drunk with it, writhing beneath him as she clambered and held on, legs wrapping about him as best she could to pull him in all the deeper, feeling yet another release on the horizon.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Not yet,</span>Tempest told herself.<span style="font-style: italic">Not yet. I can’t! He hasn’t yet!</span><br/><br/>But, there it was. He moaned her name and she lost it as he spasmed, her own body convulsing and gripping tightly to him like a snake coiling around its prey. Only when he started to subside, braced on the bed as she relaxed into the bed, eyes closed and hair in a mess about her head, did she begin to relax. Her chest heaved, occasionally brushing against his with each breath, as her arms lingered loosely about his form though her legs had long since dropped from lack of energy.<br/><br/>And his words…those words earned him a breathless laugh as her eyes opened up and found his, nibbling on her lower lip as she sought to breathe. “…Not bad, no…” was all she gave, though the smile spoke volumes. One arm released him as it went to brush her wayward bangs away from her face—the hair stuck there in a fine sheen of sweat—before returning to him, fingers lazily tracing shapes into his back. “…You have a thing for control, though…we’ll have to break that…at some point…”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> “Oh, is that a fact?” he asked her and lowered himself down so that he could kiss her softly. “I suppose you can be in charge of the next round or two,” he grinned. At the moment he did not want to move, even though he knew they could not stay that way forever. However, he enjoyed the closeness, the intimacy that came with being so close to another person. A closeness that he missed and yearned for all these years, even if he would not have fully admitted it to himself. Another kiss, a small sigh and he carefully pulled out and rolled to the side of the bed where he sat up with his back to her. Carefully he removed the used condom, somewhat surprised it had survived the ordeal but pleased with that fact none the less. Once it was disposed of he went to the bathroom to wash his hands before he rejoined her back in the bed. <br/><br/>“Think you have the strength to cuddle close to me? OR should I just pick you up and bring you over to me?” he asked with a smirk.</span><br/><br/>Another kiss and whatever teasing she had dissipated in the wake of that kiss. Her eyelids fluttered closed, her heart skipped a beat and her body tingled as she melted all the more into sheets beneath her. The only time she so much as moved was when he pulled out of her and sent shockwaves through her, back arching anew as she nearly came from just the motion of him leaving her.<br/><br/>…And felt the soreness begin to set in. Clutching the sheets up about her as he left her to remove his condom, she covered up and sat up herself, looking about his room for the first time since entering. The remnants of her nightie greeted her on the floor, as did the remnants of her thong. A smile tugged at her lips as she nibbled on them again, the memory of their ripping replaying in her mind and pulling the lightest of moans from within.<br/><br/>As he entered, she glanced over, that same smile there, though it faltered the smallest fraction from her lips, lingering in her eyes. “…Perhaps you should just pick me up. After all, you never get tired, right? I should take full advantage of that…” she answered, suddenly nervous at the prospect of sleeping there with him. Would he be there when she woke up? Would he leave in the middle of the night? Maybe she should just go to her bed and not think about the potential future rounds if the thought to indulge in each other’s company came up again?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Who am I kidding? There will be another time…and another…</span>she mentally corrected herself.<br/><br/>“…Yes, you should pick me up. As these were your rounds, you should position me as you want me,” she replied, the connotation implied with a gleam in her eyes, even if there was no intention of continuing and, instead, of just cuddling and sleeping. As they were said to have been doing this entire time.<br/><br/>Cuddling and sleeping. Yes.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> He arched a brow, but said nothing even if he could have gone another dozen rounds. There were limits that he knew she had and so respected them for the sake of her physical wellbeing. Strong arms reached for her, grabbed her up and brought her to him. However, instead of just lying back down in bed, he held her and looked into her eyes. What he searched for he was not sure, but if he found it or not he did not seem to show it. Instead he pulled her closer and kissed her, deeply and with passion to spare until he felt like her breath was once again stolen. Only then did the part ways and only then did he lay back in bed with her in tow to lie down atop his chest. <br/><br/>“Comfy?”</span><br/><br/>As he scooped her up and then just held her, she maintained that eye contact, her gaze searching for something as his searched hers. A hand rose up, caressing the side of his cheeks as she just gave him a faint smile, the other arm tightening around his neck before he kissed her. The hand that’d been caressing him held the side of his face, everything in her body tightening as her heart raced frantically in her chest; even without his enhanced senses, surely, he’d have been able to feel it.<br/><br/>Once they parted, she could hardly breathe, hardly think, feeling the bed once again beneath her, along with his warmth, as she nestled in and felt her eyes getting heavy.<br/><br/>“Extremely…You?” she asked, still breathless, though that tired quality was slowly working its way into her tone.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> “Same,” he replied and wrapped an arm about her while he adjusted the covers so that his right foot was free. “Good night, Tempest,” he whispered kissed her forehead. For the first time in a while he was tired and actually felt the desire to sleep. A feat he had not thought was possible, not in some years anyway. <br/><br/>“I hope you realize you’re getting breakfast in bed tomorrow,” he murmured to her though his eyes had already closed and he had settled deeper into the bed. Thoughts, feelings and concerns ran through his mind. Worry for what this could mean for them and what he could expect in the future. The desire for there to be no backlash was great and he hoped for it to just progress into something more. Into the kind of relationship and bond that both man and wolf desired. <br/><br/>A companion, a partner, a lover…a mate. <br/><br/>All of these he wanted, though he was not sure if Tempest wanted this as well. Whether she wanted something like that at all and most importantly wanted it with him. For a man with so much confidence and certainty in most aspects of his life, this one concerned him the most.</span>