Ileus: The Dark Prince

Iona blushed. "They are still in my room, husband." 

Rolfe stopped in his tracks. The word 'husband' did things to him. She had called him her husband for the first time and it suddenly felt... so wonderful. He owned her body and soul. A shaky breath passed through his lips. "Then I hope that all your things have been moved to my room wife," he replied, emphasizing on the word 'wife' and began to walk towards his room. "And tomorrow we will go to the place you truly belong to—my bedroom in the palace." 

She stared at him till they reached his room.. He kicked the door close and took her to the bed, which she found soft and silky. Surprised, she looked around and saw that the fur pelt was replaced with a small four poster bed that was just enough for the two of them. 

"Been dying to see you naked, Iona," said Rolfe, as he brushed his hands over her arms and lifted them up. "This dress has teased me and teased me till I thought I would go mad. Thank the gods that your mother draped you with a red shawl." Slowly, he peeled off the wedding gown from her. She was left in the lace across her breast and the golden thong. He leaned over her and untied her lace and her breasts sprang free. He let out a low whistle when they bobbed and settled. The lace and the thong joined the heap on the floor. 

He pushed her slightly to lie on the bed. Soon he was standing over her, naked, with his erection hard as rock, watching her, as she squirmed, unable to move because she was now shackled. He had shackled her wrists to one bed post each and also her ankles. They were so tight that she couldn't move an inch. He ran his hand over his mouth and said, "I had imagined you like that so many times, Iona, that it neared madness." Reaching forward, he trailed his finger on the edges of her lips, her cheeks and then down to the dip between her collar bones. 

Iona's chest started heaving up and down at the anticipation. She stared at his chest, taking in those hair that narrowed towards the navel till his groin. She took in his pine and mist smell, savoring his heavenly closeness. He was her personal drug and right now she wanted to lick every part of his body. Her wolf wanted to come out and she had this carnal urge to shift. She writhed under his salacious gaze. 

He trailed his fingers to her chest where he lazily drew circles. She tried to push her breasts in his hands but he ignored them, making her hungry for more. He brushed his finger from her chest to her stomach down to her navel. He stopped his fingers just above her crotch and she almost cried, trying to pull her shackles to reach his hands. She simply brushed his hand over the curls of her damp hair and went further down to her thighs. "You look wonderful tethered like this Iona. I love it." And she realized that this was one part of their life where he would need utter control. She was ready to give it. 

He went between her legs and kneeled. He bent over and inhaled her scent. "Fuck!" he said and his horns started becoming straight. He blew her hair over there and liquid heat pooled in her body. Her juices leaked, wetting her thighs. She pulled against her restraints. With a wicked smile, he lowered himself to her sex and then grazed his teeth over her clit. Her body arched as she tried to push her hips to his mouth, but couldn't. He seemed to enjoy it. Slowly, oh so slowly, he licked her clit, her pink folds and then went to her core. He sucked and tongue fucked it until she came all around it, loudly. He splayed his hands on her stomach and pinned her down. 

"Release me, Rolfe," she said. 

"Not now, love," he said and then crawled up. His mouth latched on her breasts and he sucked them hard. Iona realized that it was going to be a long night—one she was definitely looking forward to. Gods, she never realized that she was growing just as kinky as he was. He sucked her hard until she was aching, until her nipples had puckered, until she felt so weak. He lifted himself from her breasts and she cried loudly missing his mouth. He chuckled and positioned himself between her legs. "Brace yourself love," he said. Before she could even nod, with one thrust, he was inside her and she cried out again. His cock was filled her, stretched her so deeply that she couldn't think of anything else except— he unbuckled her wrist and ankle cuffs and she growled as she leapt at him. He was prepared for it for he had seen it coming. Her eyes had flickered a black. He sat on his knees as she lifted and lunged at him and sank her fangs in the area between his neck and shoulders. He roared to the ceiling as his werewolf mate snarled against his skin, as he pounded her, as he held her in his vise-like grip. 

His one hand was around her waist, while the other pressed her head to keep her fangs in his flesh as he thrust herself deeply inside her. He thrust again and again, his harsh breath against her neck. The feeling of her fangs in him and his cock in her was simply… earth shattering. He didn't know where she began or where he ended. 

She lost sense of self and eventually came around him. She let herself go and then she came again, the orgasm being so intense that it left stars in her vision. She pulled her fangs out of his flesh and he pulled her against his chest even as his cock was still inside her. He held her jelly body in his lap, cradling her. She leaned her head against his chest, her eyes hooded, staring at his shoulder where she sank her fangs. Soon he pulled out of her and said, "Are you hurt baby?" She should be asking that question to him. There was blood around her mark. Gently she raised herself, licked his wound and then flopped back in his lap. 

"I am not hurt," she breathed out barely able to open her eyes. She was feeling very tired. 

"Did you like it?" he asked, wanting to make sure that he could continue doing this, as he pushed a strand of hair out of her face. 

She nodded and offered him a weak smile. "I loved it!" 

He stared at her for a moment. "Iona!" he said as his body shuddered. The Lore had given him a perfect mate. He pressed her against his chest once more. "Thank you, love." 

"Are you hurt?" she asked, as her eyelids became droopy. 

"No. I am ready for your fangs whenever you want to dig them in me, love." 

Gods. 

"And I am not finished with you." 

She was totally exhausted. "Later?" She nuzzled in his chest, too tired to move her finger also.