Happy Birthday!!

Adley’s body grew hot as she held the letter in her hands. She cursed her shaking fingers as she plucked at the yellow wax seal. She was a respectable member of the King’s Court. She had scraped and clawed to drag her family’s name from the pits so that she could hold her chin high as a Grimshaw. And yet the very thought of him made her knees quake. He reduced her to nothing more than a schoolgirl, squealing with lust and need.

They had shared many moments; a soft touch, a lingering glance, a silent exchange, but they had only ever shared one night. He was not her first. Her mother had been aghast to learn that a young lord had spoiled her body beneath the blossoming orchard trees, but her shame was her own. Adley had no regrets. Not then, not now. Even as her mind roared with threats and accusations, she silenced them as fiercely as she silenced all who opposed her.

She knew what they would say when their secret came to light. Her peers would turn their noses in disgust and whisper ugly rumors of the Grimshaw girl who fucks dogs. She could practically hear them whispering. “An Ulmeran!? How vile!” “She would bed anything. Flea ridden mongrel.” “I bet the dog has mange!” “I bet the Lycan rides her as a dog!” Adley’s breath shuttered. They were cruel and shallow and vain. But, their words would ring hollow.

She knew the Ulmeran. She knew him intimately now. Adley heard rumors about their Lycan men, their bodies and their girth, but she didn’t take much stock in them. They were rumors, exaggerations. Then, she saw his body with her own eyes. The first time wasn’t under the best of circumstances, but even as she went to arrest him she was distracted by the bulk of his chest and the length of his swinging member. Even flaccid, he was huge. He teased her - because of course he did - and, when they finally found clothes that fit his hulking frame, he made a show of dressing if only to make her uncomfortable. But, Adley was a professional. Even as his hulking form bulged through the state assigned uniform, she maintained her composure.

Where was that Adley now? Gone, she thought. She knew him now and that knowing made her hopeless. All she wanted was to be wrapped in his arms and carried into their bed. Their bed? Her cheeks burned at the thought of some permanence between them. They shared a bed once she reminded herself. But, it was glorious.

They were entwined beneath cotton sheets. His large hand cupped her left breast as he kissed her, tender and sweet. She sighed and his groin pressed against hers in a sudden, excited tease. She giggled, twisting her fingers in his dark curls and pulled him closer and closer until they melted into one another.

“Adley,” he whispered. “Are you sure?”

She looked at him. His dark brows creased his forehead with worry lines. It was a rare sight. She had seen it on him only once before as he sat with his brother when they were uncertain if the child would ever wake. That was the first time her heart softened for him. He held his unconscious brother’s hand, recalling stories of happier times and refused to budge, even for a moment of rest.

Adley smoothed her fingers across his forehead. “I want you, Roland,” she said.

The lines deepened as his full lips pulled into a deep frown. “I’ll ruin you, Grimshaw.”

Adley cast a foxish smile and pulled his face close. “I’ll count on that, Wolf.”

His breath caught as she slipped her small hands into his pants and felt the heavy weight of his balls. She pinched the delicate flesh between her fingers and grinned as he flashed a wicked smile. Roland pressed his crotch against her hand and a slow heat crawled up her neck into her ears as she felt the length of his cock begin to harden in her grasp. His breath was hot against her skin as his tongue playfully grazed her ear. She squeaked as his thumb pressed against the top of her mound and delicately traced the lips of her vagina. She spread her legs for him and he stroked her through the fabric of her panties until her wetness seeped through. He pulled the fabric aside, exposing her need and delicately circled his thumb over her throbbing clit.

She threw her head back in a deep and heavy sigh as he stroked. He growled, low and deep and pressed his palms against her legs in a gentle spread. His lips trailed down her belly and tenderly kissed the top of her mound before his tongue spread the lips of her vagina in a skillful slide. She gasped, gripping the sheets as his tongue flicked the tender head of her pearl.

“Roland!” she gasped.

His mouth engulfed her then and he sucked her in, ravenous and greedy. Her back arched in pleasure. She twisted her fingers in his hair, thrusting her hips forward and his tongue tasted every inch and crevice of her joy.

“Oh, god Roland! Yes!”

His fingers intertwined with hers as she quivered in his mouth. He gazed up at her, his golden eyes full of longing. He pulled himself up, his body large and solid as he towered over her. She looked down at his erect length which had doubled in size. Roland wrapped his arms around her in a protective embrace and slid into her, deeper and deeper until the only sound that came from her were near inaudible gasps. With a grunt, he filled her belly and each gentle thrust of his hips ignited her with ecstasy.

She fell limp as he pulled her into a sitting position. Her fingers twitched, but she had no control over her body as he thrust into her, his breath catching with each push.

“Adley! Adley!” he groaned.

She tossed her head back with a jovial sigh. “Yes! Yes!” she managed, her breath hitching against his skillful movement.

She wanted it to last longer. She wanted to stay with him forever like this. But their bodies gave and they writhed in each other’s pleasure. His lips met hers in one last passionate kiss as they came and they collapsed beside each other, breathless and wanting, but neither willing to speak their needs.

They had a job to do. She had a job to do. But, in the midst of it all she never stopped thinking about him. She never stopped wanting him and she hoped through it all that he never stopped wanting her.

She pulled the parchment from the envelope. Adley hesitated. It could be about anything, something far bigger and far more important than her lust and her crush. Was she being foolish? Was she selfish for wanting it to be about her? About them? Maybe…But, in the midst of all the chaos, he was the one joy that she had.

She pulled in a deep breath and unfolded the paper. She smiled at the big, chicken scratch letters that filled the page.

Adley,

I’ve thought about this a lot and I’m still no good with words. I don’t know what to say or how to say it. I’ve tried this so many times and everything comes out shit. I’m not romantic or poetic or good. I don’t know why you bother with me. I don’t know why you care. But, I miss you. I never thought there’d come a day when I’d miss your dumb laugh, but I do. I miss it a lot. I miss your voice. I miss you. I miss you so much.

I’m not good at this Adley. I’m not good at being without you. Come back to me soon.

R.

A million words filled her heart to bursting, but the only words that came to surface were I love you.