The North (Closed)

Riley heard the muffled groan that she brought forth and felt bold. She gripped him at the base of his cock, holding him steady as her lips and tongue worshiped him. Her other hand rested against his flank, feeling each flex and jerk of his tensed muscles. Gods, she felt powerful in that moment, completely in control of his whims and desires.
 
"I'm not gonna last if you keep that up," he gasped quietly, but he didn't try to stop her. They both knew from experience that he could manage several rounds if they so desired.

The energy between them grew as they connected physically and mentally. Andre's desire for her was electric. If Riley ever doubted that he had eyes only for her, he quelled that doubt each time they connected. When he gripped her fur again, he gritted his teeth to bite back another long moan as he came suddenly. His hips jerked forward to meet her, and the only sound she heard was a soft whimpering growl from her mate.

Almost the instant his muscles began to relax, Andre suddenly pulled away and tucked himself back into his trousers, hearing a distant door open. He pushed in front of Riley, blocking her and giving her a chance to right herself in case the new arrival came their way.

Thankfully, they had plenty of time as whoever entered seemed preoccupied with something in the central area where the sofas and desks lay. Andre grinned down at Riley with a nearly-silent chuckle, his heart racing at the thrill of being with her and nearly being caught.

"Think we can sneak out?" He whispered against her ear, his voice turning husky and dark. "I'm not done with you yet, Fox."
 
Riley sighed as he came, his hand tightening roughly in her fur as she suckled and soothed him to completion. When he moved suddenly, she gasped, in a daze as she watched him quickly tuck himself back into his trousers. She moved quickly herself, pulling her trousers back up her hips and righting her belt. As she stood, her breath caught in her throat when he growled against her ear. Without a word, she slipped her hand in his and nipped at his throat to tell him to lead the way.
 
Andre leaned toward the corner of the alcove they were hidden in, daring to peek one eye out to see where the new arrival was. Riley saw a little smile pull at the corner of his lips. "It's Cahal," he whispered to her. "and he has a friend."

When she listened, Riley could hear the recovering King of Wick conversing quietly, even warmly, with a woman. At a glance, Riley would recognize the woman's dark uniform and a medal on her chest marking her as one of Kell's people. She wasn't a spy meant to hide, but an elite guard woman often in charge of the royal family or their guests' safety. She had a light smile on her face and her cub-blue eyes seemed to sparkle as Cahal held her hand.

Andre slowly slipped away in the opposite direction, hoping the highly-trained protector wouldn't hear them, or at least wouldn't call them out if she saw who they were. Luckily, it seemed Cahal had her full attention. Andre was able to find a door to a private study room, and a window leading out to the garden. As soon as the window was shut behind them, Andre turned to Riley and stole another kiss. "We can loop around and steal away to the apartments. Or if you can't wait... There's a few hidden corners out here." He glanced over the garden and back to his wife with a wry grin. "How dangerous are you feeling?"
 
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Riley glanced in the direction of Cahal and his companion, her attention soon back on Andre as he pulled her out of the library behind him. Escaping through a side room and a window, she barely caught her breath before Andre was stealing it away again with a heated kiss.

“I…” She murmured as he laid out her two options, her head spinning. “I would follow you anywhere, Koah.”
 
His smirk warmed at her words, and he took both her hands to lead her deeper into the huge garden. It was finally warm enough to spend all day outside, and the greenery was thick and lush. After such a tough winter and being stuck inside anytime they weren't working, Andre wanted to enjoy the open air. It wasn't long before they slipped behind a looming, broad oak at the back corner of the garden. It was surrounded by dense shade bushes and a shed stood near, offering complete cover from most angles.

Pulling Riley in and letting his shoulders rest against the back of the tree, Andre nuzzled into her neck while his hands drifted down her lower back. Giving her behind a playful squeeze, he chuckled deeply and kissed her again and again. Even if the conflicts weren't over, things were getting better and Andre was glad to share a little relief and newfound energy with his mate. "I love you," he murmured against her ear. Despite his rush to get his hands on her only minutes ago, he found himself slowing down to enjoy her now that they were well and truly alone. "I don't know what you were thinking, giving a guy like me the time of day. But damn am I glad you did."
 
“You gave me everything I asked.” Riley said, her heart hammering against her ribs as Andre’s hands gripped and caressed her bottom. “I might have married a lord I didn’t love, someone who would have changed everything about me.”

Riley shuddered to think about the marriages that others in her position were forced to make. Her Gran and Grandpa had been one such marriage, cool to start with as they tried to find common ground. It would have crushed her soul and spirit to go through something like that.

“You make me feel drunk. Out of my senses.” She murmured as they kissed again, a soft whimper leaving her lips as she straddled his leg and started to ride his thigh.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling loose the thick strands from the string that bound them. “Eldere…” She whispered as she pulled her lips free from his to gasp for air.
 
"I'd be an idiot to want anything but the real you," he rumbled against her throat. Feeling her grind against his thigh and tug at his hair, he melted against her. A bloom of warmth reached her mind, trickling down through her body like warm honey and encouraging her on toward her adoring mate. A hand slipped down the front of Riley's trousers, and Andre bit down firmly on her shoulder. The Wolf she had been coaxing out so carefully was right there under the surface, ready to meet his Fox with warmth, ferocity, or whatever else she required of him.

When his fingers began to stroke into her seam and pulse lightly around her clit, Andre's other hand gripped the back of her trousers, playfully trapping her against his thigh as she rode. "Guide me, Ri," he encouraged softly. "Show me what you need. Anything."
 
Riley shuddered as his fingers slipped down her trousers and his teeth bit roughly against her shoulder. “Gods…” She hissed, gasping as his fingers split her and caressed her throbbing nub.

“Andre…” She cried softly, her fingers moving to dig into the soft linen of his shirt, her hips trapped against his thigh as his hand paused and trapped her expertly. “You’re not playing fair.”

She whimpered as she pressed herself tightly against him, her hard nipples obscenely pressing against his chest through her own shirt. She suddenly felt as if she couldn’t get close enough to him as that warm sensation traveled through her bones. She was burning from the inside out, melting into his palm as his fingers worked and teased.
 
Slowly but surely, Andre lowered them down to the ground til he was sitting between the tree roots with his back to the trunk. With Riley now straddling his lap and his fingers still working torturous circles over her tender flesh, his free hand unbuttoned her shirt, cupping and massaging over one breast til he captured a nipple between his lips. He was straining against his own trousers now. He didn't have to say a word for Riley to know just how arousing her desire was. Their mental connection wasn't always sexual, but when it was, it was intense.

"I need you, Ri," he finally groaned, pulling at her trousers and his own. He guided her hand to his solid cock, his hips jerking slightly at the lightest touch. "Please."
 
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