Hey, all! Welcome to another Silver Flash Wednesday! Sorry I missed out last week, but I'm back with a bang! And banging. ;) This week's prompt was "Your ego is outrageous."
What felt like a long time ago, although it had been only yesterday, Amber had been a logical thinker, a young woman who watched her alcohol intake carefully, always studied for exams, and didn't let boys get in the way.
Now, there were werewolves and monsters and reincarnated Native Americans. And she felt the instinctive, carnal need to comfort her love--a need which she'd never experienced before. Raven needed to know that she'd survived the dog's wrath, that she was undeniably tangible. So she took his hand in hers, connecting them as she built up her courage. But she didn't need to; Raven was more than willing to take the initiative.
He pulled her close and landed a long, sensual kiss on her lips, giving them time to relish in the feel of one another. Amber's hands moved to his chest, exploring the muscles beneath his cotton t-shirt, letting her fingertips trail lower, until she found the hem of his shirt. She slipped her hands beneath the cotton fabric to feel his skin against the palm of her hands. Raven groaned and grasped her hip, pulling her closer, his tongue begging entry to her warm, wet mouth. Amber gave it gladly, twining her tongue with his, gasping as his hard erection pressed against the vee of her legs through their jeans.
Memories erupted in her mind. They were married. They'd been married by the same man who marked him. And on their wedding night, they'd played hide and go seek in what had been a much more expansive version of the woods, until Raven finally managed to catch her and drag her back to their wigwam for a night of passion she thought she'd never forget. But she had. And Raven had never had that luxury.
Her legs trembled, both from anticipation of the pleasure that was going to come and as a reminder from her injured leg that it was far from healed. Raven lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing his neck as he took her farther into the woods, away from the path. There was a tent nestled between two strong trees. Amber recognized the area immediately. It had been the exact location of their home together. Raven unzipped the flap, and Amber crawled in, lying on her back on his down sleeping bag, offering herself up to him.
He crawled in on top of her. His shirt was gone, and he made hers disappear quickly, along with her bra. Her body was new to him. She hoped it would please him, and by the way his head dipped to worship her breasts, she guessed it did. His wet mouth teased her nipples ruthlessly, making her squirm and moan as desire pulsed between her thighs. She couldn't take it. She needed him.
She reached between them to unclasp the button of his jeans, and he removed them quickly before tugging hers down her thighs, being careful not to aggravate her wound or displace the bandage around it. He kissed the injury sweetly, then worked his way up her body, stopping briefly to breathe her musky scent, to taste her. Amber arched up, begging him to continue, but he didn't. Instead, he pushed her patiently back down into the padded ground and continued his journey to her mouth. He kissed her again, then readied himself at her entrance and eased inside of her.
Amber's body was charged, electric, as if it had been searching for release from this one man her whole life. She raised her hips to meet his until he rested fully inside of her. Then he pulled away and plunged back in, beginning a series of slow, steady thrusts that made her toes curl. She held onto him for dear life, pressing her fingers into his skin, caressing the scar on his shoulder gently with her thumb. This was comforting, connecting...this was lovemaking. She'd never experienced it before. Raven cared for her so deeply, and she cared for him. She kissed his shoulder, followed his rhythm, until they were one breathless, moaning entity.
Protection never came into question. He was her husband. It was unnecessary. So when they reached their peak together, it was pure, skin on skin, and Amber felt every hot, wet drop of his desire as her body spasmed around him and he exploded within her.
It was over too soon. Amber wanted to feel that way forever. But she couldn't. Raven gave her one last kiss and separated himself from her. He'd gone quiet. He left the tent to put on his clothes, giving Amber more room to replace hers. She did so quickly. Something was wrong. A chill rose in the air. The happy moment of their reunion was over, and something sinister was taking its place.
She stepped outside of the tent. Raven's back was to her, his head was in his hands. She wanted to ask him what was wrong, but she couldn't bring herself to speak.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked.
His tone was cocky, rude, unlike him. Amber just continued to watch and wait, refusing to dignify his question with a response. He still wouldn't look at her.
"Well?" he insisted. "Did you?"
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Say you love me. You do, don't you?"
"What?" his voice was testy.
"Either something's wrong or your ego is outrageous. And I don't remember that about you."
The man was quiet for a moment, then he turned. His eyes had a crazy look to them. He took one step towards her, and she held her ground. Then he seemed suddenly himself again, if only for a moment.
"He knows," he said in that deep, pained tone that she heard too often from him.
"What do you mean?"
Raven pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. His body was shaking. Then he looked at her one more time, and his eyes were yellow, his voice not entirely his.
"He wants to take you again."
Be sure to check out this week's other flashers!
Lily Sawyer (m/m)
Julie Hayes (m/m)
Lindsay Klug (m/f)
Sui Lynn (m/m)
Pia Valeno (m/m)
Ryssa Edwards (m/m)
Victoria Blisse (m/f)