Victoria's POV

Ascension of goosebumps elicits from the skin with the simplest of touch.

He caresses my face, letting his fingertips run over my lips, "You have beautiful lips." His voice is rich with honey talk that I can't help but consume. His hand runs through my damp hair, bringing it to his nose....he inhales the strands that he's holding letting his lungs expand with the aroma, looking at me with his Moon possessed eyes....

"Whenever we're in the same room, all I can smell is you Victoria...Do you know how this affects me, what it does to me?" He takes a step closer, bodies almost touching. His words tingle my body without touch.

"Give into me Victoria, close your eyes..let me touch you." His fingers go to my forehead, fingertips descend downwards Closing my eyes, touching my lips, seducing my neck and I moan in the darkness of my sight. His touch quivers my bones...

I need more.

"You can tell me to stop anytime...I"ll stop," whispering the last words out almost as if he's talking to himself instead of me.

Feeling his fingers grip the edges of my shirt, I feel it slowly pulling up and off my body "keep your eyes closed Victoria." His lips are at my ear, his voice is the softness of silk.

Hearing his shirt slide off his body sends a shiver over my skin. Hands slowly roam over my shoulder, tracing my collarbone, touching my mark that makes me slightly take a step forward into his bare hard chest with a gasp.

Skin on skin feels like hot rolling lava that burns hot with desire....

Mingling scents just goad us on, the top button of my jeans open, the zipper easily pulled down, fabric slides off my hips, crumbling at my feet. I feel his fingers at my ankles, helping my feet out of material one at a time...He places a soft kiss on my ankle, nibbling up my calf. Licking flesh of my thigh, stopping to inhale at my parted legs. I can feel his nose at the entrance, tongue adding more wetness to the already moist thin fabric. His tongue and mouth pressing into me, his grip tightens on my hips, my grip goes to his shoulders to support my boneless legs...

It's easy to give my first moan of the evening out with the hopes it won't be my last and he growls from the depth of his chest his approval of my thoughts.

Fin traces his tongue up my belly, between the valley of my chest. The trail he leaves behind begs for him to come back and taste again, my skin is begging for his skin, his touch, his caress...

He's going very slow and gentle taking in every inch of me.....tasting every part of me, savoring my flavor.

He's the director of this movie and all I can do is take his guidance without protest.

With my eyes closed, I surrender to the Moon's pull, in this moment all that consumes me is him.....and the feeling he's creating inside me....

He presses his lips against mine very softly, with slight hesitation. I touch his shoulder, roam over every shifting muscle on his back. Fingertips trace his spine and the kiss becomes more....and he moans his pleasure out softly.

Fingers gently run through my hair, touching the back of my neck. His other hand is on the curve of my back holding me to him. Fingers slightly inside the hem of my underwear, stroking just above the crack of my ass. He's not in any rush as he traces the outline of my lips with his tongue, drawing my bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it gently before he releases it. Running his tongue along my jaw line, behind my ear. His teeth carefully take my earlobe into his mouth sucking and pulling it down. I shudder from his touch, my body leans on him and he supports me up. Warmth spreads throughout my body yet I shiver from this feeling, from what he's doing to me.

"Touch me Victoria." A soft command on the silent air ushers out for me to follow....His lips are still sucking on my neck, nipping at my skin with teeth that don't leave marks.

Placing my palms on his chest, I feel his rapidly beating heart, the power of sinew and tendon underneath my touch has me digging my claws into his soft flesh just for a moment before I recover. I feel the hardened muscles, touching the flesh that's igniting mine with electricity. I let my fingertips feel the raised contours of his abdomen, he sucks in a breath as I undo his button, letting my fingers graze inside the waistband of his underwear. Pulling my hand back up and away from the prize, nails ascend upwards to the back of his neck. Kissing his jawline, behind his ear. I get a pleasurable hum from his chest.

My cheek against his cheek, taking his smell into me, his mating hormones are leaching out his pores that goad me on further, preparing my body for his arrival...I have a sweet smell to me, enticing and strong that I'm sure he tasted it on the tip of his tongue.

The Moons illusion wrapping around us tight, pulling us closer...her arsenal has no bounds...she is throwing everything at us that she has....she is much stronger than our resolve.

His mouth touches mine again but this time it's more insistent...His grip is firmer, his growl huskier that only has my insides burning with a need. He's sparking the flame that's starting to require more fuel from him...

"Do you want me to stop." He presses his forehead to mine, the feel of his excitement on my belly, pushing it into me.

"No," with that one word I surrender my body to the moon's spell. I just want to pretend for just a little while that this is real, that this is what he actually wants. I just want to feel this moment now, nothing else matters.

He walks us back to the bed until I feel it against my legs. My eyes are still closed and I can hear his pants sliding down his legs, feeling a sharp claw slice through the thin material of my panties, I'm left bare and unseeing standing in front of him.

"You're so very right." His words have a trance effect on me, subduing my anxieties.

Pushing me back against the mattress of the bed, his body hovers over mine, our heat mixing together. He lays himself to the side of me, palm on my stomach. My nerve endings are flowing sizzling electric pulses. Turning my head, opening my eyes to his.

Making sure this isn't a dream.

What's staring back takes my breath away, his eyes are swirling colors of his wolf and him, both present in this moment, they both want this....dipping his head down lips against lips, he kisses me with a hunger as if he has been starving all his life for this moment.

"I have been starving for you Victoria, you just can't see it yet." He focuses on my neck, sucking on the skin leaving his marks, his hand touching my chest, a finger circling around my harden peak, pulling ever so gently between his thumb and finger, then circling around the nipple. Dipping his head he takes one in his mouth, flicking his tongue on the end, a gasp out in pleasure.

His mouth consuming me, feeding my fire that 's burning hot.

A hand travels down my side, between my thighs and I open myself to him. Biting my lip stifling the moan that wants to come out with the first touch of his finger entering my most private of places.

In and out he slides, as he presses himself against the side of my body. Parting my legs further for him, giving him the access I desire. The thundering gallop of my heart is unknown to me, never has anyone elicited this reaction out of me...He momentarily stops for a fraction of a second before he continues. My eyes are closed again as the pleasure consumes and corrupts me....

My darkest drug will have me begging for more, this will not be enough.... he will have me coming back to him for more...as an addict that's feigning looking for that first hit that had them hooked from the beginning.

His mouth moving to the next breast, sucking and licking while his finger keeps a steady rhythm, instinct has me thrusting myself against his hand. My chest is heaving with desire, soft gasping moans pour out my mouth as my song to him.

He groans and it just such a husky male sound that it makes me feel powerful with the reaction I can elicit out of him. Stroking the sensitive spot with the tip of his finger has me grabbing the bed sheets into my hands, back arching up, "don't stop," my begging voice comes out in the most needful way.

"I wasn't going to." His lips capture my mouth, swallowing down each moan, each gasp, as the pleasure builds to unimaginable levels. Every muscle in my body straining for a release that he's intent to give me. His touch is more feverish, as the build up begins deep inside me ready to be release. My hips on their own, thrusting up rhythmically begging for more pressure as every muscle strains with the moment right before I give into the pleasure...I ride the edge for just a moment before a wave of pulsing spasms has my body locked still with the feeling of true bliss.

"Look at me," he growls out the command. I'm still high with the feeling he's given me, my eyes must be dilated black, gorging itself on pure pleasure.

Watching as he positions himself over me, my legs spread further wrapping around his waist, He slowly, carefully pushes himself into my entrance...I watch him take a quick breath before pushing himself into me fully, holding himself there not moving. Letting me get used to the length and thickness of him that has stretching burn to the inside of my body.

His eyes never leave mine, while those lips touch mine, tongue seeking entrance because my mouth is open with the first full chest quivering moan. His hips rock slightly, pulling himself out and pushing back in. Another intact of air with his intrusion inside, the sensation of being stretched in the most satisfying way possible.

The first real powerful thrust he gives me takes my breath away, while I cling to him, he rocks into me again full of his power, his strength of a male Alpha.

My fingernails dig into his back and into his chest. Our bodies so close together finding its own rhythm. Faster and harder we are having our own dance. His consumption of me devours all other thoughts, my primal need for her mate is in the forefront...The Moon's pull whispering to take what's mine, it's my right.

Neck muscles straining, veins dilated pumping blood throughout his system a light sheen of sweat glisten our bodies with the effort we're exerting. The air thick with our combined scents, it smells right. His pace has my muscles quaking,  for air as he rams himself into me with his needs that need to be fulfilled. I raise my hips as he descends his, matching his pace. His mouth is everywhere, on my lips, my neck, his bites breaking the skin, claws leaving marks.

My canines have descended down, grazing the soft part of his neck...instinct pushing me forward in the age old dance of our ancestors.

The wolf who has had her back to us turns bright eyes my way in warning.

She marked his wolf, I think it's time to claim mine.

It starts with a smell, his mating hormones are leaching out of his skin, every lick of flesh draws mine out....I let my tongue slide across the smoothness of his neck...angling his head back, he has no illusions of what's coming....the roll of his hips slows, he's getting inside me deeper...stretching me to capacity. Teeth break easily through the spot I want, he's buried deep inside holding himself there.

"Victoria," my name comes out from his lips as a low moan of pain and pleasure. He presses himself even deeper and a whimper escapes, as my teeth retract from his neck...licking the wound his blood mixes in my mouth.....his essence seeping into my soul, his seed is expelling out of him and into me....I take everything he has....filling me up like an empty vessel that will only contain him.

The wolf in me roars her betrayal, savage rage consumes her at the same time his soul pours into me...The bond solidifying itself within our bodies, powerful thoughts flowing into my head.

There is no bracing for this, crying out from the force of both wolf and mate circling one another in a dual for power.

His soul anchoring deep inside me, the wolf trying her best to stop what the Moon has intended all along, even the wolf is powerless to stop the effects of a mate bond....

With one more snarl and show of fang for him to see, she retreats back into the depths of blackness....Looking into his eyes I see him, I see it all. Every emotion that consumes him at this moment...happiness...regret....both emotions battling each other neither one gaining ground.

The marrow of him exposed, his soul strip so bare for me...only for me to see....I hold him against me, clinging to him....and my soul bleeds.....