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Warnings: More smexy times :)

Sherlock stood by the window staring out onto the castle grounds. His body ached with a renewed hunger for his wife and Omega. He turned from the window to look at her. She lay on top of the sheets, a picture of absolute decadent disarray. Her hair was tangled, her lips swollen and puffy from his kisses. Her thighs, wrists, and breasts were faintly bruised by his finger marks. She was sleeping deeply.

He could not exactly remember at what point the both of them had become completely naked, nor did he truly care. All that mattered to him was the night that they had shared. They had both admitted their deep love for one another. They had bonded with one another…swearing their fidelity and love for all eternity.

Molly had been so frightened of the knotting at first and he could understand her fears. She had tried to be so brave and hide how painful it was to her at first, but he could see the discomfort sketched on her brow and the tears that shimmered in her eyes when his cock had swollen to an abnormally large size, knotting at the base within her to prevent him being able to pull out of her.

They lay like this together for several moments, joined by their bodies, and Sherlock had been right when he had told Molly that it would be beautifully intimate. He had kissed her and soothed her, speaking soft tender words of his love for her. It did not take long for her body to accept his knot and she returned his kisses and words of endearment with vigor.

Molly began to stir, her body awakening on its own as it sensed the presence of its Alpha. She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him. The moment she beheld him, her pupils dilated, her eyes turning almost black with desire. Her lips parted and she licked them slowly, tantalizing her alpha and husband to return to bed with her. She turned over onto her side and held her hand out to him.

Sherlock's cock sprang to life by its own accord. His eyes darkened too with lust and want. He moved to his wife and took her hand. He could smell her wetness spurt from her already aching core to coat her inner thighs and sex.

"My lovely Molly," he growled. "My wife…my omega…my Molly…mine…mine…" She rolled back onto her back and held her arms out to him. He smiled a wicked smile and climbed onto the bed, kissing a trail of fire from her hip bone to the underside of her breasts and then settling himself over her in between her legs. His kisses did not stop there. He kissed with softly trailing lips, tender and arousing, possessing the valley between her breasts. He kissed and laved and teased and worshipped the soft ripening mounds and their cresting coral peaks, his hands sliding over the silken expanse of her abdomen.

He sat back on his heels to gaze hungrily down at her. His torrid gaze moved over her softly parted lips, her swollen breasts, and the triangle of damp curls that so ineffectually guarded her quivering sex.

"Sherlock," she moaned, moving her legs over the mattress underneath him. His breath hitched when her thighs brushed against his engorged cock. "Sherlock, I need you…please make love to me again…"

Sherlock smirked and covered her body with his, entwining his fingers with hers. Holding her there against the mattress, he maneuvered his impassioned flesh into her shockingly ready body. The pace he set was merciless and she cried out from the sheer ecstasy of it. He felt her legs enclose him around his waist as she hooked her ankles behind him, clinging to him as if her life depended upon it. He plunged into her, deep and filling and she arched to meet him, her spine bowing upwards, thighs quivering around his body him as she took him into her over and over again.

His mouth was hot and merciless on against her lips, his tongue demanding entrance. He plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, stealing her very breath as he pounded into her. She cried out, the sound muffled by his mouth as her orgasm overtook her.

He stood then, pulling Molly up from the bed, his mouth still devouring hers. He slammed her into the wall, his cock still firmly in place within her. He began to thrust into her with wild abandon. She cried out with each thrust. Colors and more colors burst and danced before her eyes as orgasm after orgasm tore through her body. She screamed his name over and over until her throat was hoarse. Moving away from the wall, her carried her limp and spent body back to the bed, spreading her out across the bed where he continued mercilessly until he spasmed with violent release.

And even then, he was not done with her, trailing his nails lightly over her swollen nipples making sure that he never let her come down from that plateau of sexual sensitivity. "I'm going to mark you again," he whispered huskily as he teased her.

His canines elongated and he bit into the tender flesh of her neck. She gasped and arched into him. She could feel him hardening again and wondered if his appetite would ever be sated. He entered her again, tenderly this time, moving slowly in and out of her. He pressed deeply into her as he kissed and nipped at her skin. She gasped again when his teeth sank into her right breast. She moaned her pleasure as he moved so gently within her as he lapped at the wound on her breast.

Sherlock had marked her five times now and each time was more delicious than the last. The mixture of pleasure/pain was almost too much for Molly. Never had she experienced anything like this in her life nor did she think it was possible for a man to feel as Sherlock felt. She felt like she belonged to him…like she was his possession, but surprisingly she was not repelled by this as she thought she might be.

For even though she knew she belonged to him now, she belonged to him because of his love for her and his deep-seated need to protect her. As if he read her mind, he whispered hotly against her skin.

"Mine…" he growled, tracing his tongue along the underside of her jaw.

Sherlock demanded. He possessed. He took.

And she had loved every second of it…had actually craved it…

Sherlock took his time loving her. He drove her into another ecstasy-filled oblivion deliciously slowly before he spent himself within her. She lay underneath him exhausted and struggling to catch her breath.

Sherlock lay against her listening to her heart beat…the heart that was now exclusively his as his heart was exclusively hers. He looked and started to kiss her when he noticed she had tears in her eyes.

"Molly?" he whispered with a sickening feeling coming over him. He was terrified that perhaps she had regretted what had happened between them.

"Oh Sherlock," she said as her tears spilled over her cheeks. "This has been so wonderful, so beautiful…I can't believe that I was so frightened of it and ashamed." She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him tightly against her. "I love you so…I love you so much. I am so glad that I am yours…that you wanted me."

"Of course I want you," he said. "You are my heart…I couldn't possibly live without you. And now that I have you, I will never let you go. You're mine for always."

He leaned up and looked into her eyes. "But I must know," he said softly. "Do you forgive me? For all the things that I put you through when I took you?"

She laughed softly. "I should tease you about it just to torment you and make you feel guilty for it…you were so cruel," she teased him. "But I can forgive you, if you promise to never be high handed with me again, then yes," she said. "I'll forgive you."

Sherlock made a face. "I can't promise, but I'll try. You must remember that I am an alpha and you are my Omega…I am also a wolf and you are my wife. I will protect you always, no matter what," he said. "It is possible that I might come off as high handed."

"Then you must promise to treat me as an equal in this marriage," she said. "That you will not shut me out and try to carry your burdens alone."

"I want this to be an equal partnership," Sherlock said. "I will always consider you my partner in everything, but you must understand and accept that there will be times when my nature will be dominant."

She nodded, stroking his cheek. "I guess that we will have to be patient with one another at times."

He nodded. "But you do forgive me…really?"

She smiled and kissed his lips. "Yes, my love," she said. "I really do forgive you, just as I truly do love you."

"And I you…" he said, laying his head back down against her chest. She wrapped her arms around him and both closed their eyes, allowing their sore and spent bodies the rest they so desperately needed.

That's all folks...for this heat cycle anyways! Hope you enjoyed! It was fun to write! Thanks to all of you for reading! Hugs, love, and appreciation to all of you!