Nature is not a place to visit 41

Chapter 41
*“There was no world, no land, no god or heaven or earth outside of their two bodies naked and trembling in the act of
love.”*
*Roman Payne*
Once he’d stopped causing a magical tornado and the blue light disappeared from his eyes, the first words out of
Ambrose’s mouth were, “Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” His eyes roamed over my body intently, his eyebrows knitted
together in concern. As if a visible examination wasn’t enough, his hands began to poke and prod at me like he was
looking for evidence of injury.
“No, no, you didn’t,” I said quickly, trying to soothe his worries. “The blast threw me back, but I think your magic
protected me. Gave me a soft landing.”
Now that he seemed in control again, Ambrose looked disturbed by his own display of magic. He glanced around the
destroyed study, and his gaze hardened.
“I haven’t lost control like that in more than a millennium,” he said, and one of his hands reached out to touch a
destroyed book. “I should have been more careful, more in control of my emotions.” His eyes drifted back to mine.
“Especially around my mate. I could’ve hurt you.”
“Look, there was no harm done,” I said, running my hands along his shoulders, “The only thing you hurt was a bunch of
old books. You might’ve lost it, but you had a pretty good reason.” Ambrose didn’t seem very convinced so I continued.
“I think anyone – me included – would’ve had a breakdown if they found the skeleton of their best friend murdered. The
only difference is that your breakdowns include a lot more magic than most people.”
I’d be lying if I said I still wasn’t a little freaked out by the display. I knew Ambrose was powerful, but I’d never seen him
lose control of that power.
*But even when he was out of control, he didn’t hurt me.*
Whether that was because of the mate bond or something else, I wasn’t sure, but it did put me at ease.
“Perhaps,” Ambrose sighed, “But I won’t let myself lose control like that again.”
“It’s okay,” I said, rubbing his shoulders.
A sudden emotion I couldn’t identify flashed through his eyes.
“But you calmed down,” he murmured, “You brought me back, little wolf.” One of his large hands came up to cup my
cheek tenderly.
I flushed. “I just tried talking you down, that’s all.”
“You didn’t try,” he said, “You did it. I have a feeling that if anyone else but you had been in this room with me, they would be lying under a pile of debris at this very moment.”
I couldn’t really argue with him there.
“Just when I think I’ve got you figured out,” he continued, “You continue to surprise me.” He leaned down to capture my
lips with his, and I answered eagerly.
I opened my mouth to let him explore it with his tongue, and a quiet growl of approval reverberated through his chest.
My body responded immediately to the sound – I could feel warmth spreading through my belly. My hands ran over his
shoulders, his biceps, and every inch of exposed skin on his torso that I could reach.
Maybe I was still dealing with the intense aftermath of Ambrose’s outburst or maybe some of his magic still lingered in
the air, but *something* felt different about this time.
I could practically taste the sexual tension between us, and I wanted more. Not just a makeout session or a couple of
passionate touches – I wanted everything.
I wanted to feel him inside me, and even just the thought of that made me feel more empty than I’d ever felt in my life.
My wolf howled in agreement, more vocal than I’d ever heard her. She was more than on board with my line of thinking.
With heat running through my veins, I pulled back from his lips. “Ambrose,” I breathed, “I want…” The words got caught
in my throat.
As confident as I sounded in my head, I couldn’t quite get the words to actually come out of my mouth. Did I tell him I wanted to have sex or would that kill the mood? Would telling him to “fuck me” sound like something out of a PornHub
video?
*Not that he probably even knows what PornHub is.*
Ambrose raised an eyebrow.
“You want…?”
“I want…you know.” A blush spread across my face. Now that he was staring at me with that stupidly perfect raised
eyebrow and oblivious look on his face, I felt even more bashful.
*I’d do anything for a little bit of liquid courage right now*.
“No, I don’t know,” Ambrose cocked his head. “Are you asking me to stop? Do you
*How did people suggest having sex a thousand years ago?*
*I should’ve brushed up on the sex slang they were using in Ancient Greece or something.*
But then, as if he couldn’t hold it back any longer, a smirk began tugging at his lips. He was playing with me! Ambrose wasn’t oblivious – he knew exactly what I wanted to do with him.
I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t play dumb.”
He didn’t bother holding back the smirk anymore. “If you want something from me, little wolf, you only need to say it.” His voice was raspy and low, and it went straight to my core. He was teasing me, and he knew it.
I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face.
“Well, if I only need to say it,” I said, channeling every ounce of courage I had. “I want you to take me. Right now. Right
here. Claim me, make me yours.”
That did the trick. Ambrose’s eyes widened, his jaw becoming slack.
*Now who’s teasing wh* –
I never got to finish my thought.
I let out a shallow breath when he lifted me into his arms. It happened so fast that I hardly had time to hook my legs
around his waist before he pulled me into another kiss.
This one was heated and frantic like he was trying to devour me.
When I felt a brush of air and cold stone against my skin, I pulled back – only to find that Ambrose had somehow moved
us into the throne room and situated himself on top of me.
“How…” I paused, looking around at the empty throne room. “I didn’t even feel you move.”
Ambrose’s eyes shined with amusement. He kept his weight off me, holding himself up on his forearms. “Don’t worry,
little wolf,” he said, “I intend for you to feel everything else.”
I might’ve blushed at that had he not immediately leaned down to recapture my lips in another heated kiss.
This time, his hands began wandering. He started by cupping my cheek, then trailing across my jaw, and down my neck. When his fingers brushed against the mark on my neck, it sent a tingling all the way down to my core. I whimpered, and I
felt him smile against my lips.
His hands stayed like that for a while, just caressing my face, my neck, anywhere but where I wanted him to touch.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Ambrose,” I breathed, *“Please.”* I felt his smile widen.
“I told you, little wolf,” he breathed against my lips, “If you want something, you only need to say it.”
“I want you to touch me,” I said, and there was a desperate edge to my voice, “Actually touch me.”
He drew back from the kiss, and I could see that his pupils were blown wide with lust. And yet, he seemed content to just
tease me forever.
“Touch you?” He repeated, “Touch you here?” His hand cupped my cheek.
“No, I –”
“Or here?” He interrupted, and his hand moved to grip my hip.
I could feel the frustration building, and the playful smile on his face only added to it.
“Or maybe here?” He said, and this time, his hand settled on my waist. Just a couple of inches up, and he’d be touching
my chest.
His little game did nothing to lessen the ache inside me – I needed *more*.
I growled in frustration.
I was fed up with his teasing. If he wouldn’t give it to me, I’d just take care of myself.
I slid one of my hands under my shirt to cup my chest, while the other began unbuttoning my pants. Not that I got that
far – as soon as I started unzipping my jeans, Ambrose’s hand seized mine in a tight grip.
His eyes narrowed into slits. “What are you trying to do, little wolf?”
He hadn’t grabbed my other hand, so I wasted no time beginning to fondle my nipple. Maybe it was the frustration
talking, but I couldn’t hold back my own teasing smile as I said, “Well, you said you wanted me to *tell* you where I wanted to be touched. I figured a visual demonstration might be better.”
Quicker than I could register it, there was a push and suddenly, both of my hands were above me, pressed into the cold
stone floor.
I tried moving my hands, but they wouldn’t budge. I had to crane my neck to even see them, but when I did, my eyes widened. It wasn’t Ambrose’s hands that restrained me. Blue light encircled both of my wrists like magical handcuffs,
keeping me from lifting my hands even an inch. But it didn’t hurt. If anything, it felt like someone had slapped a pair of
fuzzy, warm cuffs on my wrists.
I glanced back at Ambrose, who had a satisfied grin on his face. “I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself, little wolf,” he said huskily.
I floundered for some kind of response to that, but all I could muster was a deep, red blush on my cheeks.
I’d like to be able to say that the restraints didn’t turn me on, that Ambrose telling me I couldn’t touch myself definitely
didn’t dampen my panties…but I can’t.
And now that I was essentially strapped down, Ambrose didn’t bother keeping his hands off me. I watched with bated
breath as the tip of one of his fingers transformed into the largest claw I’d ever seen.
Perhaps it should’ve unnerved me when he brought that claw to the collar of my shirt, but it didn’t. Even spread out on
the floor with my hands restrained, I knew Ambrose wouldn’t hurt me. I trusted him with every ounce of my being.
In one fluid motion, Ambrose ripped open my shirt with the claw, and the sound of fabric shredding echoed throughout
the throne room.
Before I could make some snarky comment about him owing me a new shirt, his mouth was on my skin. He started at my
neck, and when his lips touched the temporary claiming mark, pleasure shot through me like an electric shock.
*Fuck, that feels good.*
Ambrose didn’t linger on my neck too long. His mouth traveled south, stopping to swipe at the very nipple I’d been
fondling earlier. I’m not sure when I stopped holding back my moans, but after a few minutes of him licking, touching,
and playing with my chest, I was a moaning puddle.
The ache in my pussy had become unbearable.
“Ambrose,” I gasped when he bit one of my nipples lightly.
He paused, looking up at me with lustful blue and brown eyes. “Yes, little wolf? Is there something you want to tell me?”
That satisfactory smile on his face might’ve pissed me off a couple of minutes ago, but now, I was too much of an
aroused mess to care.
I just wanted to feel my mate inside me.
“I want you inside me,” I said.
Desire flashed through his eyes.
“If that’s what my little wolf wishes,” he replied, and I barely noticed when his hands pulled my jeans and panties down. It
was only when one of his fingers brushed against my entrance that I started paying attention. “But first, I want to taste
you.”
To no surprise, I was already soaked by the time one of Ambrose’s fingers entered me. I moaned at the stretch, but his
mouth latching onto my clit was a welcome distraction.
My hands strained against the magical cuffs – it was impossible not to squirm when his finger sunk deep inside me or his
tongue pressed against my clit with just the right amount of pressure.
Warmth coiled in my lower belly like a knot.
He didn’t miss a note.
His finger plunged deeper into me, curling until it touched a spot that left me practically arching off the stone floor.
The knot in my belly tightened.
As slick as I was, his second finger slid into me with barely any resistance. The knot tightened and tightened until –
I arched upwards again, clenching my thighs around Ambrose’s head as I came. Pleasure rocked through me, and for a
moment, all I could do was ride the wave. Everything else faded away – the throne room, the stone floor, the magical
cuffs holding my wrists in place.
And it wasn’t until I’d finally come down from my high, breathing heavy, that Ambrose finally detached his mouth from
my clit. His eyes were heavy-laden with lust when he looked at me, and I didn’t miss the way that some of me glistened
on his chin.
He swiped his tongue out, licking up the excess wetness, his eyes still fixed on mine. “You taste so sweet, little wolf,” he murmured, “So clearly made for me.”
Then, his fingers – which were still curled inside me – sunk a little deeper as he said, “And *this* was made for me too.”
That sent another bout of warmth straight to my belly.
Now that my orgasm had subsided, the ache in me returned tenfold. Ambrose’s fingers weren’t enough.
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Fortunately, my mate seemed just as eager as I was. In a flash, Ambrose had undressed completely, and I got my first real
look at *all* of him.
My breath hitched – he was bigger than I thought. He was long, girthy, and veiny, and there was *no* way he was going
to fit inside me. I didn’t have much to compare it to, but I had a feeling there was nothing average about what I was
looking at.
“Uh, Ambrose,” I said, “I don’t mean to be pessimistic, but this kinda looks like we’re about to cram a semi-truck into
someone’s garage. Not sure how that’s going to work.”
He cocked his head. “I’m not sure what a ‘semi-truck’ is, little wolf,” he said, and then something hungry flashed through
his eyes. “But I assure you, it’ll fit just fine. I told you – you were made for me.”
His lips captured mine in another kiss, and I felt my anxieties melt away. I wanted this. I wanted him inside me. I wanted
to make love to my mate.
Ambrose drew back from the kiss, and his gaze was as soft as I’d ever seen it. “You don’t need to worry, little wolf,” he
said, “I would never hurt you.” He situated himself on top of me, leaning his weight against his forearms, but he didn’t make a move. His eyes stayed fixed on mine. Just waiting.
I nodded. “I know. I trust you.”
That was all the confirmation he needed. With another long kiss, I felt his cock breach my entrance. I was still coated in wetness from my orgasm, but even so, I felt the stretch immediately.
I might as well have been a garage.
I took a deep breath, preparing for more discomfort…but it never came. Maybe it was because of how slowly he eased
into me, but the pain disappeared just as quickly as it had started. If anything, the stretch was beginning to turn into a
new kind of pleasure, one I’d never experienced before.
I *liked* the stretch.
Ambrose growled low in his throat, never taking his eyes off me. “You feel heavenly, little wolf,” he murmured, “Better
than I could’ve imagined.”
It took him several seconds to even get fully inside me, but once he did, I found myself turning into another moaning mess.
I was full and stretched to the brim.
He wasn’t even moving inside me, and yet, I could feel him pressing against the very back of me. My thighs clenched
around him instinctively, and he let out another quiet growl. “Like I said, little wolf,” he breathed, “You were made for me.
Every part of you.”
And then he started moving. He started slow, just letting me get used to the sensation of having him inside. There was
still a stretch, but all I could feel was a tingling pleasure. Each time he pressed into me, I felt his cock brush against a
sensitive spot that left me moaning.
After a few minutes, Ambrose’s slow pace began to feel torturous. I needed more.
“Ambrose,” I whined, “Faster. Please. I want you to go faster.” Had I not been so turned on, I might’ve been embarrassed
that I’d actually *whined* like some little girl.
He leaned down and began kissing along my jaw. “Look at you,” he hummed, his cool breath against my skin, “You
couldn’t even look me in the eye when we started, and now, you tell me what you want without hesitation.” He nipped at
my jaw. “You’ve been so good for me, little wolf.”
That sentence should not have made me clench around his cock, but it did. Ambrose moaned, but he picked up the pace.
He thrust into me all at once, and I let out some sort of noise that was halfway between a whimper and a moan. I really
was filled to the brim, but there wasn’t much time to adjust. He pulled almost all the way out, only to push into me again. Harder. Faster.
I’m not sure when Ambrose freed my hands – or if he’d even meant to – but I noticed the magical cuffs were gone. My
hands found their way to his shoulders immediately, trying to draw him as close as possible.
And when he drove his cock into me again, I dug my fingernails into his bare shoulders and clenched around him.
He growled in response.
His pace picked up even more until I could do nothing – feel nothing – but pleasure. If I could’ve melted into a puddle on
that stone floor, I’m pretty sure I would’ve.
His breathing got heavier as he settled his face into the crook of my neck, kissing the temporary claiming mark. Another
electric shock of pleasure shot through me and I arched into him.
He moaned, the sound echoing through his chest.
“Do you remember what you said you wanted, little wolf?” he whispered against my throat.
I could barely form a thought, let alone a sentence, so the only response I managed to give was another loud moan when
he thrust into me again.
“You told me,” he said, pulling back so he could look me in the eye, “That you wanted me to claim you. Make you mine.”
Another hard thrust inside me. “And that’s what I intend to do. In every way.”
There was another hard thrust and he stilled inside me with a shuddering breath. Then, he opened his mouth, giving me
an up-close look at the *largest* canines I’d ever seen in my life.
I trembled underneath him, although I was pretty sure it had nothing to do with fear.
That was the only real warning I got before those canines were buried in my neck.