In the End, There was Love

Chapter 4

WARNING- This chapter contains sexual situations! Do not read if that is not your cup of tea.

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As he stood under the pounding, hot water of the shower, Dyson felt some of the tension in his neck and shoulders slip away. Tipping his head back, letting the water cascade over his face, he could almost forget how shitty his life was at the moment. Almost.

Picking up the bar of soap, he began to wash his body, moving methodically…mechanically. A hand on his shoulder startled him so badly, he almost dropped the soap.

"Now…that would have been interesting," she whispered softly. Dyson spun around, irritation plain on his face.

"You shouldn't be in here," he snarled at her.

"Dyson," she whispered, looking at him with pain in her eyes. "Please...just let me.."

"Don't…just don't. I can't. You know that," he bit out, getting ready to leave the shower and her.

"Can't…or won't?" she challenged, pushing her body flush against his.

"I can't." he said, his voice strained as he closed his eyes, trying to block out the image of her wet, naked body from his mind. The feel of her body against him wasn't helping much either.

"Let me touch you," she pleaded, pressing her breasts firmly against his chest. He shuddered, feeling a stir of desire, but he pushed it away.

"Wolves mate for life. You know that; when I lost my love to the Norn, I lost all love I might have had," he grasped her elbows gently and pulled her away. "I cannot give you what you want…please understand that," His voice lowered.

"I just want you, Dyson. It's always been you," She ran her hands down his chest, her nails scratching softly. A groan escaped his lips.

"This is crazy," he gasped, as she pushed him back against the wall and pressed her body against him again.

"No, this is what we both need," she whispered as her hand wrapped around his cock, which was already hard for her. She pulled up in one smooth stroke…and that was all it took.

Dyson surged forward, picked her up, and pressed her against the wall before either of them could blink. He thrust forward, filling her to the hilt, panting with pent up desire. She cried out, pushing at his shoulders, and he looked down in confusion at the blood seeping out from where their bodies were joined. "Oh, Gods," he breathed out in horror, trying to pull out her hot, tight body.

She locked her ankles at the small of his back, looked up at him with tears in her eyes, and with a smile on her lips whispered, "It had to be you D. I was waiting for you. Don't pull away from me now…Please.

"Maeve," he breathed out, leaning down to capture her lips. He slowly began to move within her, filling her again and again.

Dyson sat up on the couch, wide awake. He looked around frantically for a moment before running a weary hand over his face. "Just a dream," he muttered, lying back down on the couch. He closed his eyes again, trying to ignore the rapid beating of his heart, and the uncomfortable tightness in his boxers. He threw his arm over his eyes to block out the early morning sun. It was still too early to process things fully.