noun ~ the action or process of being received as suitable

* sexual content *

CALIDA

"Will you accept it, Calida?" Charlie wondered. "Will you accept me?"

I blinked through the haze of the light, finding his warm brown eyes staring down at me. The ring in his hand glimmered in the candlelight, waiting.

Was he stupid? Has he lost his mind?

"Charlie..." I whispered, blinking back the tears. "Of course, I accept you. You are...my mate."

His lips curled into the broadest grin as he took my hand and slipped the ring over my finger. The moment it hit my knuckle, I was freeing my hand from his and connecting my mouth with his. This time, he touched me, his hands roaming my body over my clothes before becoming more adventurous and slipping them beneath. I shuddered when his skin contacted mine, and he pulled me in closer.

Pulling away, he breathed heavily in my ear. "Can I take this off?"

"Only if you take off yours." I teased, kissing his jaw.

He groaned, fingers slipping beneath my t-shirt and pulling it over my head. Goosebumps pebbled my skin at the bareness, but Charlie's eyes did not waver from mine. I blushed softly as I unbuttoned his shirt before pushing it down past his shoulders. When we came together again, the bare warmth of his tan skin burned me.

He was hot and needy, and the energy fizzled and crackled between us. I grew ravenous, the thrumming in my head and heart eager for his touch to be everywhere. Before I knew it, he lay me down in the fort in only my pants. My bra had been discarded, and Charlie hovered over the top of me. I saw an eye twitch and my lips curled into a smirk.

"You can look at me, Charlie."

"Thank goodness." He groaned.

His eyes dropped to my bare skin, hungrily taking in my nudity. With a soft moan, his head dipped and pressed deep kisses into my skin. He trailed his lips down my collar, over the smoothness of my breast, and into the dip of my waist. He nibbled at my stomach, taking my pants in his teeth and snapping them back into place. I jolted, glaring at him, and he chuckled before coming back to kiss me.

My hands grabbed pieces of him, pulling him forcefully into me so that all of his bare skin touched mine. Still in his boxers, I dragged my nails down his back before dipping them into his waistband. I tugged at them, wanting nothing more than to free him of his confines. But he leaned away, taking my hands in his and pushing them above my head. The new position enthralled me, and my eyes widened with delight.

"Now, now, let's not rush things." He sang.

"Charlie, please." I begged. "Please, I want you."

"You do?" His eyes widened, squeaking. "I mean, oh, you do?"

"Yes, please." I nodded.

A darkness crossed his eyes, that I recognised as his wolf, and a deep grumble vibrated the small enclosure we lay in. With him above me, it was dark, but the faint twinkling of the fairy lights lit up the corners of his face.

"You are beautiful." He mumbled, kissing me.

My spine arched into him, but he restricted my hands.

"So beautiful that we mustn't rush into things when so much needs to be done." Charlie grumbled.

With one hand pinning my arms, his other came to the waistband of my panties. He quirked an eyebrow at the dark lace, a mischievous smirk on his cheeks.

"May I touch you here?"

"Please." I breathed.

He hummed, running the pad of his finger across the waistband. I writhed, groaning softly at his teasing. With a deep baritone chuckle, he elongated his nail and cut the elastic. I gasped, goosebumps rushing my skin. Was it weird that turned me on a little?

But then his mouth nibbled on the inside of my thigh and I tensed up. Recognising a struggle between holding my hands and touching me, he gave in and released me. The moment my hands were free, he placed his tongue across my entrance and I gasped in surprise as he ran it over my folds. My hands fell into his hair, gripping and tugging it tightly.

Charlie pulled away, only to sink a finger into me and moan. "Fucking hell, baby, you're so wet."

I blushed, lifting my eyes from his intense gaze. Awkward. He curled the finger inside of me, sucking my clit into his mouth before releasing me with a sharp smack to my pussy.

"You are perfect. Stop it." He growled.

I moaned softly when his finger came back, gathering my wetness and slipping his finger back inside. Slowly, he pushed it inside of me, creating an easy, gentle rhythm. He was trying to make me relax, and it worked, because the moment my spine softened, he removed his finger and took hold of my thighs.

"What are you..."

He wrapped them around his shoulders, the devilish grin on his face as he lay before me. "I've wanted to taste you for such a long fucking time, Calida."

My breath was shaky, and I felt a little awkward again. But as before, he growled and nipped me with his teeth.

"No bad thoughts. Open to me, baby, let me in."

I whimpered softly, relaxing my thighs around his neck and letting him move. My eyes fluttered closed as his mouth fell upon my core. Lapping and sucking, nibbling and flicking, Charlie devoured me. Taken by surprise and wracked by the pleasure, one of my hands scraped into his shoulders as the other clutched at his hair. I moaned his name softly, feeling a pleasure building that I could only ever reach by myself.

"Charlie..."

He grumbled against my pussy, hooking one of his hands around my thigh and pressing his thumb into my clit. His other hand moulded my ass as he fucked me slowly with his tongue, easing the high into me leisurely.

"Charlie, please."

He laughed, his breath making me shiver and tighten my thighs around his neck. He was edging me, and it was pissing me off.

"Charlie, please let me cum, please!" I begged.

"You want to cum on my tongue, baby?" He breathed.

Fuck.

Yes.

Yes.

Please!

Then my world shattered. My eyes closed as a thousand lights lit up in my mind. His mouth, his breath, his fingers, his scent scattered my thoughts as his tongue lapped at my sex. Charlie ravaged me until I stopped shaking, and then he was hovering over me, pressing his front into mine.

"You tasted great, by the way." He mused when I came down.

I glared at his teasing, huffing, at him. He had just eaten my pussy, and now he was making jokes? I should've expected no less.

Charlie chuckled, going to move away from me. But I wasn't letting him get that far. I grabbed him by the jaw, bringing him back down over me.

"Where do you think you are going?" I tutted.

"Huh?" He blinked.

"We aren't finished."

"We're... not?"

"No way, not after that. Not after all of this." I gestured to the room. "Charlie Evans, if you do not make love to me right now, I will paint your mug pink."

He gasped. "Blackmail?"

"The very best kind of post."

His lips curled into a grin, and he dived back over me, covering me with his body. This time, we were greedy, taking big mouthfuls of each other. I helped him shift his boxers, freeing his solid member from his pants. He growled when I took hold of it and rubbed it against my clit.

"You like that, now?" I teased him.

"Calida... I swear..." He groaned, cut off as I pushed his tip inside of me.

I was not a virgin. Not at all. I have had sex many times, despite wanting it or not. My role was a housewife, I was to please. I knew what men liked, and I knew how to please them.

Charlie's hand wrapped around mine, forcing it from him. "You don't have to do this, Calida. I want to make you feel good."

He did? Again?

Charlie sank into me without another word, and my back arched into him. He filled me just right, his width and length rubbing me in all the right places. I could hear my heart in my chest, feel his very breath in my lungs as he cursed and thrust inside of me. I moaned, clutching onto him as he bent down to kiss me.

His scent filled me as much as his cock did, and the more I grew accustomed to his size and weight, the more he ground his hips into mine. His hand wrapped around my thigh, sliding up my knee to hitch it up around his waist. He held it there, curling his fingers into my supple flesh.

"Charlie..." I moaned.

"Fuck, baby. This is perfect. You are fucking perfect." He grunted. "You feel amazing. You are made for me. You are all mine."

My moans grew louder as his cock dived in deep, finding a spot within me that seemed to electrify everything inside of me. He was slower than I've ever had, and I knew I had to not compare. Charlie was better in so many ways, more than just sex.

Everything was different now. Everything was better.

My heart was out of control now, pounding in my ears. I was sweating, panting for breath as I pulled him into me and swallowed his soft groans of delight. I pulled away with a gasp when he picked up the pace, my stomach curling with pressure.

"Charlie, I'm... I'm..."

"Yes, please, baby. Please cum around me." He groaned, hitching my leg higher.

Shit!

"Charlie!" I gasped, holding back a loud moan.

My world exploded then, giving into the pleasure. My pussy clutched him, pulling him in tight and deep as he groaned. Through the blindness of my pleasure, Charlie called my name before finding his release. I felt him tense inside of me, his thrusts slow as he spilled inside of me. I moaned softly, opening my eyes as I milked him. He cursed, pressing his forehead into mine as we both panted for breath.

As I looked into his eyes, it was as though something came alive within me. Now that wall was back, but this time, it was around me in a circle. As the rage of wars erupted beyond the walls, Charlie was with me, and he kept me in his arms as everything went to shit outside. He was speaking soft words of appraisal and hope into my ears, holding onto me so tightly.

My stomach churned with emotion, my heart heavy and full of so much...

Was this love?

I think so.

I think it was.

"Charlie... I..."

"I love you. I don't care anymore. I fucking love you, Calida. So much." He whimpered, kissing me softly. "You mean so much to me. Thank you for choosing me. I love you. You don't have to say it back, but you need to know how much you mean to me."

I tasted the salt of tears, and this time my heart ached for another reason. My eyes were watering, emotion flooding me as Charlie stared down at me with so much adoration, I didn't know how it was going to fit inside of me.

"Charlie..." I whispered, my throat closing.

How do I say it? I have never said it to anybody before.

He shook his head with a broad smile before bending down to kiss me. "It's okay. We have all the time in the world."

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