My words caught him off guard only for a moment before he dragged me closer to him.

"And suddenly you give yourself to me, human. Did my sad story wreck your heart?"

I stared up at him, no longer feeling any resentment or hatred. I knew very well that a part of him wanted to take me regardless if I did or not. Whether that was the kind of man he truly was or not, I wouldn't know. But I did know that I wanted him.

I wanted him buried deep inside of me.

I wanted him to fill me with an anguish love.

I spread my legs for him, licking my own lips. "Connor.. I've always wanted to give myself to you," I said in a husky voice. "That night, when you came in and had me give head, and when you both picked me up that night. I didn't think Xain would be the only one to touch me."

He snarled, pressing me on the ground more. "He never liked to share."

I smiled faintly as his grip loosened. "I wanted you, Connor," I practically whimpered out. "For over a month. Please, take what's yours, and give me what is mine."

He growled, his claw rubbing my exposed womanhood. "Wet for me..."

I blushed softly. All the talk about wanting him to give me what I needed aroused me further. "Please," I said softly, close to a whisper. "I need this. We both do. Give it to me, Connor."

He growled, pinning my arms to the ground as his now-exposed and pulsing shaft pressed against my entry.

He was so hot I was afraid he'd burn me.

Maybe I wanted him to.

He slid inside me in one move, my essence coating him and making it easier for him to move. I gasped, tensing up as my pussy squeezed him.

Connor tensed a moment before he started to move his hips in a surprisingly gentle manner. I moaned softly, my breasts bouncing lightly with each thrust. His bulge was big enough to stretch my stomach somewhat, causing a tinge of pain that was soon replaced by pleasure.

I moaned softly, the size of him easily reaching my pleasure spot. I cried out, spreading my legs as my back rubbed up against the grass under me.

He suddenly pulled me to him, thrusting harder and rubbing my clit with a claw lightly.

I bit back a scream as I climaxed, pleasure electrifying me from my arching toes to my gasping mouth.

Connor's cock was rock solid when he pulled out of me. Confusion wrapped around my lust-filled mind, and I looked up at him questionably, only to gasp as he lifted me up.

Connor laid on his back, sitting me over him to where he slid right back inside. I gasped and jerked a little from his cock rubbing my sensitive nub. "C-Connor, what are you-!"

He rotated his hips, stopping me mid sentence as I gasped.

"Ride me, Lyra."

I looked down at him, truly wanting to do just that. But I couldn't. He was very large, and I was incredibly small, making it almost impossible.

He seemed to have heard my thoughts, grabbing both of my wrists and lifting my arms over my head. He then growled as he grabbed one of my legs with his free hand, thrusting upwards.

"Ohhh!!" I lost my ability to hold anything in as he pounded into me, rendering me unable to move around as he did so.

And he seemed to love it.

"Just like that, Lyra!" He groaned, growling in the process as his thrusts jackhammered into me.

My pussy hugged his cock, and I felt all of his ridges, all of his veins. I panted, lost in ecstasy as he hit my womb several times. "C-C-Connor! Cock! Give it to me!!"

He snarled, moving me as he moved, only intensifying the feeling. "Such a little vixen you are!" He closed up my legs some, growling and panting as he neared his end.

"Oh god! Ah-! Ah!" I panted, unable to say anything else. He rubbed inside me fast and hard, making sure to rub my clit each time. I couldn't think, couldn't feel anything but the penis giving me its sweet hammering love.

"I'm going to cum," he growled, panting hard as his thrusts quickened.

I screamed in pleasure as he suddenly pinched my clit again and again, my body threatening to erupt in nothing but endless euphoria. "Cum please! Inside, deep inside!! I need it, Connor!" I hollered, my hips finally moving on their own as my vagina searched for release; my legs spread almost painfully wide.

He twitched almost violently, his claws pinning my thighs down as he lost it.

He came hard, howling in the process as he continued to thrust and pour his seed into me. I gripped his fur, arching and screaming as I came hard.

I was dying. His semen was burning my insides in such a pleasurable way, making my toes curl as I just about passed out. I collapsed on top of him, panting and trying to catch my breath as my eyelids slanted. "C-Connor..."

Connor didn't respond as he released my thighs, his chest rising and lowering quickly. I wanted to glance up at him, but fatigue kept me from even conversing properly. I tried to lift my head, but I couldn't even do that. "Connor... Please..." I didn't know what I was begging for.

Maybe reassurance that he was no longer mad at me.

Or maybe I wanted him to just say something. Anything.

A human hand suddenly touched my face, making me flinch a little. Had Kai come for another round?

The hand gently caressed face cheek. "I'm here, love.." Tears started to leak out of my eyes, dribbling across my nose. 'Why am I crying...?'

"Because I hurt you," Connor replied, tilting my head towards him. I gasped softly, not even realizing he had shifted back.

"Connor..."

Gently, he pulled out, the mess that was somewhat plugged slowly flowing out. Connor pulled me to him, nuzzling my forehead, his hands shaky. My chest constricted. I didn't ask, but instead carefully moved my hands to his face.

He too, was crying.

"I don't deserve you." He snarled softly. Why would he say something like that?

"Yes, you do," I challenged in a gentle voice. But even as I said that, I had doubts as well. Did he? After what he allowed to take place, after the conversation Kai and he had, I didn't know what to think of him.

"You don't even know me, Lyra," he replied tightly, brokenly, resting his hand under my chin and tilting my head up. "I know you heard the conversation. I take what I like without care. I'm no better than Josh's dead brother. Tell me, Lyra. If the bond wasn't there, would you trust me? Would you still linger around me, knowing that I'm more than just a killer?"

I gulped, uncertainty racing through my mind.

After all, I had only known him about a week or so. How many had he been with? How many were better than me? How many were taken like I was; with force and brutality? I had so many questions, each one stabbing my heart.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked into his silver watery ones. I didn't know how to answer.

He sighed, not willing to say that he was hurt. But his eyes showed it. "That's what I thought, Human."

I blinked away tears, unsure of what to do or how to reply.

Cold. Heartless. Uncaring.

Was he really any of that? Or was he unlucky? Was he guarding and protecting himself from more pain?

He talked to me in such a way, as if he didn't care, but to see doubt so clear on my face shook him. It was as if he was having a battle with himself to truly not give a damn and shove his mate aside, or convince me that he isn't what he might truly be.

I caressed his face, unable to take anymore of his inner battle. Did it really matter what he did in the past? He protected me, kept me warm, and fed me. He cared for me. Bonding doesn't just happen randomly.

I was chosen to become a mate for both of them, a female they could lean towards and feel whole again.

I wasn't about to let his past deeds stop me. I knew it, deep down I knew that he had done bad things. But as bad as it was, I didn't care. I could feel my heart about to burst as I watched him unravel before me.

"You thought wrong, Werewolf." I wrapped my leg around him, making him sit back as I sat on top of him once more. Making such a move aroused him, his erection somewhat pressing up against my hindquarters.

I continued to stare him down, watching him, wanting him. I had never felt something so strong for a man before. My heart beat fast, my thoughts scrambled as I thought of Xain and him. I gingerly outstretched my hand toward his cheek. He grabbed my wrist, stopping me. "Lyra, don't," he growled. I wasn't sure if he didn't want me to touch him or didn't want me to talk.

It caught me off guard, but it didn't sway me.

Instead of caressing his cheek, I brought my hand back up, pressing his knuckles up against my cool, pale cheek. "You called me Doll a few times before. I remember the second time you called me that. Shivers went down my spine and I remember feeling happy despite feeling lost. That was usually how I felt daily, but you made my happiness increase tenfold."

"Lyra.." His voice was low, almost a desperate whisper.

I brought his hand to my lips, kissing his knuckles and the top of his hand. "Please... Call me that again sometime.."

He sucked in a breath, tears lightly streaming down his face. My free hand reached over, tenderly wiping the salty drops from his cheeks and eyes. "I hurt you," he choked out, trying to get a hold on himself.

"I know," I practically whispered. "But I forgive you. With or without the bond, I know and I understand. Please..." My lips started to tremble. "Connor... I need you.. I need you to forgive yourself... I need you with me. Inside me. I need your arms wrapped around me." I hesitated for only a moment.

"Tell me you need me."

His hands caressed my cheeks, pulling me to him as he kissed me softly, his body trembling. I wrapped my arms around him gently, my hands caressing his bare back, feeling his spine. "Every night that month, I wanted you in my arms. I needed you. We both did, but Xain held out longer. Despite my wolf being with him.. He was patient. So patient."

He nuzzled my neck gently, his fingers entangled in my hair. I shivered, bucking my hips a little.

He groaned softly. "I needed to be inside you badly. I never wanted to have a mate. Never wanted to be tied down."

He sucked in a breath as I put pressure on his cock. "But now?" I questioned, not even realizing I was sending him towards the breaking point.

He gently grabbed my shoulders. "But now," he rasped, seemingly caught between breaking down and becoming further aroused. "Now I'm glad I did. Now I understand what it means to have a mate. Since we've bonded, I've hated myself for what I've done. I want to change for you... But I don't know how."

I continued to wipe his eyes as he cried, kissing his neck and cheek. "I don't know how to help you, Connor... But I'm willing to try. I'm willing to forgive." My voice was soft, a little shaky as I watched him cry silently.
I didn't know how to help him feel better, but I figured trying something would help him at least.

With a small gasp, I lowered myself halfway down on his erection, causing him to stiffen and glance at me. I kissed him softly, moving my hips gently and hearing him groan.

"I need you... The right way, Connor.." I locked fingers with him, looking up at him as I moved, my mind blurring some.

"And I need you, Lyra," he whispered, capturing my mouth with his. Nothing mattered in that moment.

Just him. Just Connor

~

GAH, I CANNOT EVEN WITH THESE TWO.
Honestly, I love them almost more than Xain and Lyra. For now.
FOR NOW

Also, like the picture? So hot.

Until the next Update!

~ Nimo