Owned by Luna Voss

21

Melyta

I’m sick with worry as I wait for Barion to return.

If he’s going to return.

Whatever it was he went out to do, it was obviously something dangerous. And something to do with me.

If anything happens to him while he’s trying to protect me, I might never forgive myself.

Not that I could have stopped him. Not with how determined he gets. But even so, the very thought of him getting hurt makes me burn with frustration and helplessness. I want to help him, to be there for him, not be trapped at home as he puts himself in danger. Fuck that. I hate this.

It’s a very physical sense of relief as I hear his car pulling into the driveway a couple hours after midnight. I haven’t even tried to sleep, just waited in the living room, filled with stress. The door to the garage opens and he stomps inside, looking frankly very intimidating in his black jacket and heavy combat boots.

“What happened?” I ask immediately, jumping off the couch. “Are you okay?”

Barion stalks over to me, and his every movement is filled with burning intensity. But it isn’t darkness swirling around him. It’s obsession. Need. He takes my face in his hands and brings me close to him, holding me like something he owns, something he values more than his own life.

“I’m going to send you into heat,” he growls, “and then I’m going to mark your neck, and you’re going to belong to me.”

“I already belong to you,” I breathe, goosebumps prickling across my neck.

He snarls and his fangs extend. For a moment he puts them close to my neck, and it’s as though he wants to sink them into my skin right then and there. I shiver, part of me wishing he would do just that.

“Say that again,” he whispers, stroking my cheek. His fangs retract, and he looks almost desperate. “I need… I need to hear it right now.”

“I belong to you,” I whisper back, putting my hands on his chest and feeling his solidness, his warmth. “I’m your vulta, Barion. I always will be.”

I expect him to kiss me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he just pulls me into his chest and holds me close to him, tighter than I’ve never been held before. His chest expands and contracts, and it’s as though with every breath, he’s worried that I might slip away from him. I melt against him, feeling small, feminine, owned.

“Nothing is ever going to happen to you,” Barion breathes, kissing the top of my head. “You’re going to be safe. You’re going to be safe with me.”

I look up at him nervously. Is he saying what I think he’s saying? “But what about—”

“Gurtion Dultaz isn’t going to wake up,” he states firmly. “Gurtion Dultaz isn’t ever going to wake up.”

“Do you mean—”

“Yes. It’s over.”

I feel almost like my legs are going to collapse, and my chest heaves with relief. In Barion’s eyes, I can see the reflection of my beacon glowing green. Until this moment, I didn’t even realize how much tension I was holding around the possibility that Gurt would wake up and ruin everything.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. How did you do it?”

He shakes his head. “It’s better if I don’t tell you that. Let’s just say he was attacked in the hospital, and we don’t know who did it.”

I plant kisses all over his face, overcome with a sense of wonder, of lightness. I almost can’t believe this is real. After months of living with the fear that at any moment, everything I have could disappear in a puff of smoke, suddenly, I can breathe. I can exist. I can become Barion’s mate. And nobody is going to stop me.

“I want you to send me into heat,” I moan, kissing all over Barion’s neck. “I want you to come inside me and knot me and make me yours.”

He just groans in contentment, as though my lips on his neck are reducing him to a less sophisticated state of mind. I trail down to his collarbone and nibble it, enjoying his satisfied breathing, that little rumble he produces when I move lower. My fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt as I kiss down his chest.

I feel a submissive little thrill run through me as my lips trail over Barion’s rippling abs, feeling the firmness of the muscle, and the warmth of what is below. I’ve only sucked Barion’s cock a couple of times, and usually, I’ve been extremely nervous about doing a good job. But right now, I have no nerves. The way he’s looking at me is like I can do no wrong, like I’m everything he’s ever wanted in this world. I want to be the thing that brings him pleasure, that makes him groan. I don’t ever want him to stop looking at me like that.

Barion does groan as I unbuckle his pants and reach inside to wrap my hand around his cock. He’s already most of the way hard, and so thick I can barely close my fingers around him. I pull him out, marveling as I always do at his size.

“You’re such a good little vulta for me,” he whispers, stroking my cheek as I kneel in front of him. “Show me how good you can make this cock feel.”

My confidence growing, I give him a long lick, stroking my tongue over his balls, up the underside of his shaft, and finally planting a little kiss on the head. He gasps, and I feel his muscles tense.

The sound he makes when I finally take him into my mouth isn’t quiet. He lets out a deep, rumbling groan, and when I look at his face, his eyes are closed. I take his thick shaft into my mouth as deep as it can go, holding it there for a moment before pulling back and looking up at him proudly, the tip still in my mouth.

“Good girl,” he whispers, his voice hoarse with pleasure. “Your little mouth is so perfect on my cock.”

His fingers curl into my hair and he starts to guide my head on his shaft, taking it at exactly the pace he wants. I drop my hands to his knees, allowing him to assume control of the action. It’s thrilling, letting him use me like this. I don’t have to worry that I’m going too fast, or that I could be doing something better. Right now I’m getting my mouth fucked, not making decisions.

Barion starts to go faster, his vocalizations getting louder and deeper. I struggle to take his big shaft as deep as he wants me to, my eyes watering as he continues to have his way with me.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, and he slides his cock out so that just the tip is balancing on my tongue. His shaft twitches, and a drop of milky pre-cum leaks out. I close my lips around the head, sucking up the salty evidence of his excitement. His lips flare and his beacon glows gold.

“I need you now,” he growls, pulling me to my feet.

I stand up quickly, and a moment later our lips are locked, and he’s walking me over to the bed as he explores my mouth with his tongue.

“Yes,” I gasp as he rips my pants down to my ankles. “Vostra, take me just like this.”

Barion climbs on top of me and his shaft slides between my thighs, searching for my entrance. And then he’s inside me, thrusting, growling, claiming his territory. My body shudders at the sensation of fullness, and I hear the moans rolling out of me as he starts to absolutely pound my pussy with his big cock. He’s not going slow and he’s not being gentle. He’s making it clear, to me and to himself, that I’m something he owns, something that’s his to mount and fuck and fill with his seed.

An orgasm crashes over me just as his hand moves to my neck. I writhe underneath him, his weight on top of me, pinning me down, my pussy twitching with wave after wave of pleasure. I feel his thick cock drilling into me, his big hand covering my throat, as he growls in my ear in a frenzy.

Then he slows down, and I know from experience that I can expect his knot to come soon. I put my hands on his hips, guiding him deeper, feeling the firm curves of his ass. I want to make him come or release his knot, whichever comes first.

With a desperate gasp, Barion slumps forward, clinging to me. I feel his cock twitching, and then the warmth of his cum spreading inside me. His movements slow. I stay underneath him, stroking his back, content to lie there for the rest of my life.

But he’s not done. A few moments later he lifts his head, and then starts to nibble on my neck, making his way up to my face. He kisses his way to my chin before reaching my lips, and this time the embrace is slow, passionate, sensual.

I feel my whole body give an involuntary ripple as his knot begins to expand.

“Ahhhhhh,” he sighs, his voice a mixture of pleasure and relief. “Fuck, that’s perfect.”

I just squeeze him, wrapping my legs around his waist, enjoying the feeling of being completely, utterly filled up. Every time he so much as moves inside me, it causes me to gasp loudly. I’m pretty sure if I tried to say actual words, it would come out as a garbled mess.

“I wish I could mark you,” he whispers, extending his fangs and then retracting them. “Fuck, I want to mark you so bad.”

“Soon,” I manage to whimper, still struggling the speech.

He shakes his head with a frustrated smile. “Not soon enough.”

We go back to kissing. Actually, more like making out like teenagers. Neither of us can go anywhere with Barion’s knot joining us together, and so we just stay together on the bed, enjoying the moment and the warmth of each other’s bodies.

“Is—” I hesitate, trying to find my voice after a couple minutes. “Is Gurt really gone? He really won’t be a problem for us anymore?”

Barion smiles and pecks me on the cheek. “Promise.”

I bite my lip shyly. “I’m still two months away from my next heat. I wish you could mark me sooner.”

He grins. “Let’s see if it actually takes two months with me coming inside you every day. That’s a lot of my pheromones you’ll be absorbing.”

Even though I’m pretty much used to him, I still can’t help but blush at this. “You really think coming inside me will make me go into heat sooner?”

He rocks his hips slightly, giving me a jolt of pleasure that causes me to moan loudly.

“One way to find out,” he says, smiling triumphantly at my reaction.