Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea and this manifestation.
Warnings: Unbeta'd, raw story; a bad sex scene, cheating, canon compliance of a sort. Slash.
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This was wrong, so very wrong; he was to be wed in a week's time and I was tied to his sister. This was wrong, oh yes, but we cared not a wit.
"Bill!" The gasp could not be contained, not when he was so very determined to pull them from me. His lips burned hot trails across my neck , laving and biting and marking. With the dawning of his nuptials, the end of our trysts, his passion grew ten-fold — too intense to contain.
He growled at every gasp, moan and shriek that escaped my lips; his grip strong, bruising, claiming.
"Mine." The growl reverberated within him, rumbling and vibrating against my bare skin and traveled downwards to join my mounting arousal.
Too much. This was too much. Too much to handle. Too much.
As if sensing my thoughts, my impending climax, he sped up; he went faster, harder, snarling and growling and losing control.
As my completion swept over me, I couldn't help but feel amusement; even in this we were opposites — his roar, compared to my choked moan.
Basking in our post-coital bliss, I burrowed closer to him, content with the waves of heat emitting from his skin. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding, pulling, possessing.
"Mine." This time, the claim was a pleased, deep, rumble that tinged my cheeks pink in jubilation.
This time next week he may be with her, but she would never have this. She'll never have him, my lover, my dominant, my alpha.
"Yours."