When one dies, she should forget about all the things she felt when she was living. She should not smell things in death. She should not hear things and she certainly should not feel things with her limp, lifeless corpse.
As an outside warmth clung to my skin, I realized that I must not have been dead. I could tell without making a single conscious move that I was in the arms of my lover. I knew this. So I didn't move or breathe deeply or open my eyes. My body radiated with his warmth. We must have been lying together for some time.
My eyes resisted the motion to open until at last by sheer willpower, I forced them. The pitch fur bristled against my human skin. I lifted my hand and felt a pinch of pain in my abdomen. Stroking through the fur, my fingers found purchase on a fuzzy ear. I followed the muscles down to a muzzle, which I could barely reach from how he curled around me. He exhaled. A blast of warmth coated my fingers and I shivered.
"Basileus," I whispered. I rubbed his dry nose with my thumb. "Basileus, wake up."
He stirred with a grumble. I finally tried to wiggle my body, afraid of taking account of the final damage. My abdomen muscles ached but it seemed more out of soreness than injury. I must have healed from the bullet wound. Despite his heaviness, I managed to escape the weight of his arm and half his body which had been cast around me like a mold. I realized by the give under my hands and knees that we were in bed.
Once I broke free completely, I saw we were in Tandan's house. The room was even more sparse now than it had been when we first came. We'd been packing up he and Lee's things for their new house. I wasn't ready to face the world yet so I crawled down the bed and straddled my fluffy Lycan. His massive form dwarfed the bed.
I ran my hands up his side, admiring the feel and look of him. Pure power bound in one body. I shuddered. My hand slipped down to his legs where I found his morning wood, solid as a fucking rock. He grunted. A grin washed over my face. I worked my hands up and down his thick cock, flicking the head. All at once he startled awake and sat up. His eyes snapped open with bared teeth to match.
My smile settled in satisfaction while I watched him. As his flaming blue eyes fell on me, his body visibly withered. He sank down into himself with a sigh. My smile dropped.
"What's wrong?" I asked, crawling up and sliding my fingers through his fur.
"My flower." My name was a hoarse whisper on his tongue.
I felt my pulse spike. Seating myself in his lap, I secured my arms around his neck. "What is it?"
"I . . ." His great body shuddered. "I nearly lost you again. Anna, it broke me. I can't lose you anymore. I can't. I can't."
My entire being seemed to unravel. I couldn't stand to hear the fierce, beastly king talk like this. Pressing my cheek against his, I squeezed his body to my chest.
"You're not going to lose me," I said. It was impossible for me to know, of course. Even I was surprised to wake up alive. But I would say anything to fix what I had damaged inside of him. "I'm here. You're with me. We always make it, Basileus. We always do."
His damp nose dragged a trail of dampness along my neck. I tilted my head to expose more of the tender flesh. Groaning, he nibbled carefully. I sighed and tightened my grip on him.
"Flower," he whispered, "let me make love to you once more."
"I always want us to make love," I countered. The warmth in my apex was already dizzying with ecstasy.
Without another word, he scooped me up and placed me on my back. His claws caressed my figure without any pain. I reached between my legs and buried my hand in my pussy. He licked my cheeks. Now soaked, I brought the hand up to his face. His tongue lapped up every droplet. The despair in his eyes lingered but he was undeterred. I parted my pussy lips as he guided himself inside me. My hips stretched and my body accommodated for him, as magical as the transition within his body.
Basileus thrust slowly into me. My pussy walls squeezed him. I twisted my head to the side and moaned. Just the feel of him occupying every inch of me could make me come. It was too much. With one more treacherously rhythmic rock, I exploded around his cock. He breathed heavily and scooped me up again, holding me to his chest without letting his dick slide out. Then he used his hold on me to guide me up and down. My orgasm stretched onward and I sunk into him with a shallow scream.
All I could see was white. The vibrations strumming my body felt like fireworks between my atoms. His breathing harshened. I began bouncing on his cock faster and faster. Another climax was coming. I tried to catch my breath but I didn't want to think or breathe or do anything but revel in this pleasure. His body seized around me before he bellowed out a roar. His massive dick twitched inside me and then spurted his seed deep into my womb.
Basileus lifted me off of him, nestling us back on the bed. My damp skin stuck to the bristles of his fur. I loved feeling his hair all around me. I leaned back against him.
"I love you," I told him.
"You are my world, Flower." He nibbled up my back and shoulder until he reached my neck. "I am with you always."
Then he sunk his teeth into the same place he had bitten me a lifetime ago. The pain pierced me—a knife carving up my skin—but his warmth and the prickles of his fur kept me grounded. I wasn't sure how long I lay, sedated by the mixture of pain and bliss until I came to. Against my back was soft flesh. I turned over on my back.
Matt smiled down at me. His hair matted to his flushed face, bringing out the blue in his eyes.
"Hi," he said, bending down to kiss my cheek.
I grabbed onto him and curled my body into his. He rubbed my back as I cried.
"He'll be back. This isn't forever, Anna."
My body shuddered with grief. It might not have been forever but Basileus told me goodbye. I hadn't even realized it. I clung to Matt, our sweaty bodies sliding together as only skin-on-skin can do.
"Just hold me, please," I whimpered.
"Always."