Mine Who: Gio and Carr What: Reunions When: Tuesday Evening 10.11.11 Where: Gio's home Warnings: NSFW
Saturday night. Sunday. Monday. Well into Tuesday evening. Still nothing. Not a sound, not a peep. Nothing unless you counted the hang up calls from payphones and blocked numbers that she received here and there. Gio was beside herself by the time the sun went down on yet another day. There were so many thoughts going through her head, so many worries, so many questions. The most prominent emotion, however, was worry. She thought she was going to be sick. Carr was out there alone somewhere either wracked with guilt because he was a cursed were and had hurt her, or wracked with fear because he'd mated to some woman he barely knew and likely didn't want to be mated to. Either option wasn't something she wanted for him, regardless and it made her want to crawl in a hole somewhere. He hadn't answered any of her calls, hadn't texted her messages in response. And now the sun was gone and he was still out there somewhere alone and likely scared and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.
The wound on her neck was healing nicely and thankfully hadn't gotten infected, but the pain in her chest was causing her more problems than the one in her neck. She was worried about Carr and each moment that passed by only made that worry more apparent. She didn't want to talk to anyone about it, not even Julianna, so she'd sat alone, trying to sleep for the last few days only to lay there in silence staring up at the ceiling. The fact that the whole damn house smelled of Carr didn't help her. Not in the slightest. If she closed her eyes long enough she was pretty sure she could hear the faint sound of his motorcycle, his accent, the sound of that soft growl he made while he was pressed against her.
It was still quiet even now as she lay in the living room, nearly asleep in her chair, the dim light of the fireplace flickering a bit in the silence of the room. She was wearing a long white nightgown, the over robe hanging loosely off of one shoulder, not being able to bring herself to put on that damned shirt he'd left at her place, even if it was still draped over the back of the chair across the way. She heard the sound of the motorcycle heading in her direction as she dozed a bit, legs curled in against her chest, arms wrapped around her knees. She was fairly certain she was dreaming or that it was a neighbor so she made no move to get up or to even look off in the direction of the door. It couldn't be him. He didn't want to come back.
At least that was what she thought until she heard the sound of urgent knocking on the door. She nearly tripped over herself as she made her way to the door, not even allowing herself to look through the windows on either side of the door or the peephole for fear that it would be someone she didn't want to see. Shakily she reached for the door, pulling it open to see Carr, looking worried, tired and a bit disheveled. She didn't speak, didn't say a word to him or even breath anything more than a sigh of relief as she flung herself at the man, winding her arms around his middle and burying her face in against his chest.
Carr was beside himself with worry, and guilt. He’d mated himself to a woman he barely knew, a woman who’d likely had no thoughts of anything more than a quick fling in regards to him. He’d driven most of Sunday, making his way to New York state, and to the land he and Kris still owned. Neither of them had been back since they’d lost everyone, and they had settled in a hotel on Sunday night having barely spoken. The journey, and the reason they were here, was weighing heavily on them both. Kris was here to speak to lawyers, to free up some of the money they were entitled to so they could settle in DC. Carr...Carr was here to say goodbye.
It had hurt more than he’d expected. He’d been fighting his wolf the entire time he’d been away, the wolf desperate to get back to its mate, to make sure Gio was ok. He’d phoned her, waited long enough to hear her answer before hanging up. That, and the voicemails she’d left, had kept him sane. Sane enough that he’d made it back to DC, though he hadn’t stopped before heading over to hers. His bag was still strapped to the back of his bike, parked in her driveway.
Knocking on the door, he tried not to panic, tried not to think about the what-ifs. The messages and texts she’d sent him proved that she cared, that he wasn’t going to be told to leave. It didn’t help him stop panicking though. Of course, those thoughts flew out the window as soon as she opened the door, and flung herself into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing tightly, burying his face against her hair.
“I’m so sorry, pet,” he breathed, shuffling them inside enough that he could kick the door closed behind them. He kissed her hair, her cheek, his hands clutching her tightly against him. “I panicked, I ran...I’m sorry, I won’t leave again...” he was babbling, nuzzling at her hair, his wolf content for the first time since he’d run out the door.
Gio was angry, she couldn't have denied that, but worry outweighed that anger and she was more concerned than mad regardless. She let him guide her into the house, not letting up on her grip on him, even as he tried to apologize and give her some sort of explanation. She breathed him in as if she thought he might disappear completely or like she might wake up and he be gone and all of this be nothing more than wishful thinking or a dream. For a long moment she just held tight to him, not speaking a word, not doing more than breathing in the smell of him, holding herself against him so tightly she could barely breathe at all.
When she finally did pull back, it wasn't much, only enough to turn her face up towards his. "Just tell me what happened," she pleaded. "From the beginning. Please just explain... give me some sort of reason."
Carr nodded, stealing a kiss first. He let out a soft, happy grumbling noise, wolf finally happy with the situation. Shifting his grip on her, he slid an arm under her knees, picking her up and carrying her to the couch. He lay down, pulling her into his arms, wrapping himself around her as closely as he could get. He kicked his boots off, kissing her forehead as he settled down, stroking his fingers through her hair.
“You were right,” he admitted softly. “I’m a werewolf.” He moved enough to pull up his sweater, push down his jeans, showing the puckering on his side and hip. He’d had enough scars from falling off his motorbike that it wasn’t obvious, but if you knew what you were looking for, it was very obviously a bite mark.
She let him carry her to the sofa and curled in against him. her eyes followed his hands as he showed her the scar, an obvious bite mark since that was indeed what she thought he might be showing her. She bit her lower lip as her eyes moved up to catch his eyes. "A cursed werewolf," she breathed softly, knowing what that meant. She'd had time to go over types of species of weres that mate for life and wolves happened to be one of them. "You mated to me," she whispered, not sure whether to be understanding or horrified by the realization.
She wasn't sure what this meant for them, but she knew she couldn't just leave him, couldn't push him away. She couldn't be that sort of woman that treated someone so horribly, that caused someone so much pain. He'd drive himself insane without her, she knew. Having that on her conscience wasn't something she was willing to partake in. She closed her eyes and rested her face in against his chest, not sure what to say next. Unsure of where to go from here.
“Yes,” he answered simply, his eyes dark with sorrow, with apologies as he looked at her. She wasn’t running away, at least. “I didn’t mean to,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head as he wrapped his arms around her more tightly. “I would never have...” he started, faltering. “We’ve known each other less than a week,” he said, starting again. “I panicked because...well, how d’you say that to someone? Hi, I know we’ve only just met, but you’re stuck with me until one of us dies.” He tried to make a joke of it, but his voice was a little too raw to pull it off.
Drawing in a little breath, she looked up at him again, eyes worried as she searched his face though for what she was unsure. "I know you didn't mean to," she said firstly, her fingers sliding up the front of his shirt, clutching at the fabric just to have something to do. "And I'm sorry you got yourself stuck with me because I know you didn't pick me," she added, letting out a long sigh as her eyes flicked to his fingers.
"I feel responsible. For egging you on but I didn't know that you'd...," she whispered, but stopped herself because she wasn't wanting to place the blame on anyone. "If I'd have known before, I'd never have pushed you, teased you, done all those things and said all those things. I just thought you were jealous and I liked it. I liked feeling like I was that important, even if it was all this show, but it wasn't a show and I was too oblivious to put the pieces of the puzzle together until it was too late but I don't even know how to be angry at you for it. I haven't been forthcoming with things about myself either. You don't know anything about me and now you're stuck with me. Fine mess you've gotten yourself into."
“No, pet,” Carr murmured, stroking his fingers through her hair. “I’m not stuck with you. You’re stuck with me.” He smiled a little, self-deprecatingly. “The way you make me feel...” he drew a soft breath, licking his lips nervously. “Well, it’s been a long time since anyone’s made me feel like that, let’s put it that way.” Gio had driven him crazy from the moment he’d met her, and he was beginning to wonder how much of that had been his wolf, choosing a mate without conscious input from him.
“And there’s lots we don’t know about each other. We’ve got time.” He stroked his fingers down her neck, soothed now he had her in his arms, now he was curled up with his mate. “I was going to tell you I was a wolf, I just...couldn’t find the right time.” He smiled, wryly. “Bit hard to just drop it into conversation, isn’t it?”
"I don't feel stuck," she admitted with a little sigh. I've been beside myself since the second you left and honestly I don't know why. This wasn't supposed to be this way. You weren't supposed to get under my skin, but you have. It's silly really. I was bound and determined to let you be a one night stand and then two and, well, you know the rest." There was certainly no going back at this point. Not that she thought she really wanted to go back at all. Despite how insane it sounded, even in her head.
She nodded a little at his words. "I guess I should come clean about my little secret then too since there isn't any other sort of good way to drop it into conversation," she sighed. "I'm a psychic. A form of a psychic. I see things by touching people. Their pasts. Memories. Things they've experienced. But I tamp it down a lot because I've got this bracelet," she explained further, holding it up. "It's enchanted by my cousin, a witch. It mutes my powers. Makes it easier to deal with, less frequent." She wondered how he'd handle that news, wondered if it would freak him out a little to know she could see into his past. "I planned to tell you too, at some point. But like you said it's hard to find the right time."
Carr stiffened a little when she said she was a psychic, but he didn’t pull away. He relaxed when she explained about the bracelet tamping down her powers. He’d wondered why she’d never taken it off, even in the shower with him. It made sense, he supposed.
“Is that why you’ve got so many pairs of gloves?” He asked. It was unusual in this day and age, to see someone wearing gloves when it wasn’t cold. He liked it, though. Liked the way she looked in them. He wondered if she’d picked up anything from him. If she knew about anything in his past. Some parts, he didn’t mind her seeing. Other things he wasn’t proud of.
She nodded. "Yes," she told him. "I have dozens if not more. It's only direct touch with my hands that gives me the visions and only when I don't have my bracelet on. If I don't wear the bracelet, I wear the gloves." She shrugged a little and let out a slow breath, eyes meeting his once more. "I know it's strange," she said firstly. "And I wish things could have been different, but if I'm being honest, I don't mind much that you bit me. It scares me, makes me nervous, but I think the anger has subsided a bit."
“Maybe me running away wasn’t such a bad thing then,” he murmured, smiling ruefully. He’d needed a few days to clear his head, even if his wolf had been going insane with being away from his mate. It sounded like she’d needed the time, too. He took a deep breath, realising there was still things he needed to tell her. But not now. Not tonight.
“There’s a few other things about me you need to know,” he murmured. “But they’re fairly heavy-going, and I’m bloody knackered.” He kissed her forehead softly. “If I promise to tell you about them soon, d’you mind if I just lie here and enjoy holding you for a bit?”
Giovanna wasn't any less tired than he was and if he wanted to wait to tell her whatever it was that was on his mind, that was perfectly fine. "I don't mind," she murmured. Being held for a while sounded amazing as far as the woman was concerned. "Do you want to go up to bed?" she questioned after a brief moment. The bed was likely more comfortable than the sofa they were currently sprawled upon.
Carr nodded, but didn’t seem in any hurry to move. He was warm, and wrapped around a beautiful woman. His mate. Who, he’d now noticed, was wearing little more than a thin robe, and a thinner nightgown.
“This how you always dress when I’ve not torn your clothes off?” He teased, sliding his hand down her thigh. She looked gorgeous, of course. She always did. It was not helping him to behave though. He was exhausted, and heartsore, but there was still that flicker of heat as he touched her, his wolf wanting to claim her as his again.
She smiled a little at his words. "Sometimes," she told him. "I'd worn your shirt for a while if I'm being entirely honest. Thought I'd give it a rest since it smells more like me now than you and put on some of my own clothes." She felt the spark of heat as well, even as tired as she was. Her fingertips lightly brushed along his jaw and she leaned in to get a tiny kiss from him. "Don't leave again without telling me where you're going," she murmured softly. "Please."
Carr kissed her back, soft noise of want lost in his throat. “I won’t,” he whispered, lips brushing hers once before he pulled back. “I promise, I won’t walk out on you again.” He felt terrible about it, about all the worried voicemails she’d left. “I’m so sorry, love,” he said apologetically, stroking the backs of his fingers down her cheek.
“Come on, bed.” He sat up slowly, pulling her into his arms. He’d carried her upstairs before, he could do it again. Yes, the mood was drastically different this time, but it didn’t mean that he was any more willing to stop touching her, holding her. He needed Gio, more than ever.
Gio slipped her arms around his shoulders and leaned into his embrace. "There you go with that brute strength again," she teased softly as she kissed his neck, burying her face in against his skin. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to impress me." It was teasing, but the smile against his skin likely told him as much. "I'm glad you're back," she whispered.
“Didn’t know I had to impress you,” Carr murmured, smiling as he stood, carrying her up the stairs towards her bedroom. “But I’m happy to try." He laid her down on her bed, kissing her again, trying to take off his clothes without actually stopping touching her. He was turned on - hard not to be, with a beautiful woman lying in bed beside him - but right now he wanted comfort more than he wanted sex. He slid into bed nude, pulling her into his arms, nuzzling at the bitemark on her shoulder with a soft whine.
“Does it hurt?” He asked softly, frowning as he looked at the bite.
Gio smiled a little at his words. He'd already succeeded in impressing her, just by having the guts to return after everything, even as scared as he was. It took a lot of strength to go through what he was going through, even at that moment. Slowly she slipped out of her robe, leaving the nightgown in place for now and letting herself be pulled against him.
She'd removed the bandage earlier in the night, letting the wound breathe like Adam had suggested. It was much better than it had been at first, to say the least, but it still wasn't very pretty. "It stings a little," she admitted. "But it's not as bad as it was. I had a doctor look at it."
“God, Gio,” Carr sounded wrecked, his fingers gently brushing her shoulder, just under the bitemark. “I’m so sorry...” He couldn’t stop feeling guilty; for biting her, for running away, for scaring her...Carr had no idea how he was going to make it up to her. Probably lots and lots of oral. And flowers. And chocolate. And whatever else Carr could think of.
She knew what he was doing, guilting himself ridiculously when it hadn't been entirely his fault. "Oh, you stop that," she told him, lifting her hand and gently pressing a single finger against his lips. "I'm fine," she promised him. "There's no need to apologize because it was just as much my egging on your jealousy as it was your wolf's fault," she pointed out. "So it's not entirely your blame and I forgive you, okay?" she murmured, pulling her finger away only to lean in for a soft kiss. "I forgive you," she breathed again.
Carr kissed her back softly, sighing, relaxing a little. “I’m still sorry,” he murmured. “I just...I saw that bloke touching you, and I couldn’t help myself.” It was scary, how close he’d come to losing control. Whether it was because it was near the full moon, or because his wolf had already chosen Gio as his mate, Carr didn’t know. “You drive me crazy, woman.” He wasn’t complaining, on that point. She may drive him crazy, but it was in all the best ways.
"You can be sorry if you want, but you don't have to be," she murmured in response, leaning in for one more little kiss. "I thought it was hot, the way you stepped in like that. A little scary, but still hot. I've never had a man act like that for me. Defend my honor like that," she breathed against his mouth. "So if that's me driving you crazy, I don't think I mind it so much."
Carr growled a little, rolling them over, pushing her down into the bedsheets as he kissed her hungrily.
“Good,” he murmured. “Because I don’t plan on letting anyone else touch you. Ever.” Carr was a possessive guy, even before he’d been bitten. With a wolf inside him...well, he was ten times worse. “You’re mine, pet. Forever.” He was starting to like the sound of that. And she wasn’t scared, wasn’t running away from him. Maybe this wasn’t the disaster he’d thought it was.
Gio let out a soft little sound as he pressed her against the bed sheets. She probably should have been freaked out by that word, 'forever', but she wasn't. No guy had ever uttered a word so permanent to her before in her life and she didn't care if another ever did. As far as men went, Carr was a good one. He treated her well thus far, aside from rushing off in a fright, but aside from that as aggravating as he was sometimes, she cared for him. Perhaps it wasn't love just yet, but it could certainly blossom into love. At the moment it was intense like and even more intense lust.
"I like the way that sounds," she whispered against his mouth, arching slightly against him.
“Mmhmmm?” Carr kissed her throat, his mouth soft against her skin. “Which part, love?” He smiled, nuzzling at her neck, breathing in the scent of her. “The part where you’re mine, or the part where no one else gets to touch you?” He was hard now, cock brushing against her thigh, the thin fabric of her nightgown doing nothing to dull the heat of her body against his. He put his hand on her thigh, sliding it up to her waist, dragging the fabric of her dress with it.
"Both," she whispered honestly. The heat coming off of his body and the feel of his cock against her thigh only seemed to light a fire between her legs, one she tried to calm a bit by squeezing her thighs together. She closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of him, the warmth, the ruggedness of his skin and the scent coming off of him. She'd missed his smell, as silly as that likely sounded. "I've been missing you," she murmured, voice soft in the silence of the room. "Missed feeling you against me."
Carr pushed her nightgown up to her waist, sliding his hand into her panties and tugging them down, hard enough to rip one side of them. Thankfully, that just made it easier to get them out of the way. Shifting, Carr arched against her, cock sliding against her folds. “Aye?” He murmured, teasing her, bending his head to kiss her, but stopping just before their lips touched. “Don’t have to miss it any more,” he assured her. “I’m not going anywhere, pet.” He lined up, arching his hips forward, the head of his cock slowly pushing into her. “I’m right here,” he murmured, brushing their lips together softly.
She never realized how completely sexy the sound of ripping fabric could be, but when Carr was the one causing the ripping, it was certainly attractive to say the least. Gio shivered a little as his cock teased against her, biting her lower lip as he shifted his hips and pushed himself into her. She didn't care about the lack of foreplay. She was quite content with feeling him inside of her again. The soft appreciative sound she made was a proven testament to that. "Carr," she whimpered against his mouth, sucking his lower lip between hers.
That soft whimper had him shuddering against her, his hips pushing forward, cock sinking further into her. Carr couldn’t hold back, needed to take her, to claim her as his. He kissed her deeply, a low groan muffled against her lips as he thrust forward, hilting himself in her. She was tight, tight and perfect around him.
Gio was pretty sure any woman would be tight around Carr. He was hung like a horse for crying out loud. If she hadn't already been so dripping wet it likely would have hurt a lot more than it did. The dull ache of having him fill her was delicious though, and she wouldn't have had it any other way. Her legs shifted, lifting just enough to wrap around his waist as she rolled her hips against his ever so slightly. "I think you've missed me too," she whispered.
“Do you need to ask, pet?” Carr murmured, voice a low rumble as he flexed his hips against her, barely moving, just letting her relax a little around him. He didn’t want to hurt her, as good as she felt right now. He pushed his wolf down, enough that he no longer had the urge to just pin her down and fuck her til she screamed his name.
She slipped her arms around his neck, rolling her hips upwards against his to meet each slow thrust he made. Leaning up, she caught his lips once more, letting out a soft, pleased little noise against his mouth. "I've missed feeling you in this bed," she admitted. "I haven't hardly slept since you left," she explained to him. "Not when I didn't know if you'd be coming back or not."
He knew she wasn’t trying to make him feel guilty, but he couldn’t help the way his heart twisted at her words, a soft, hurt cry catching in his throat as he kissed her, his hips still moving slowly.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against hers, breathing in the scent of her to reassure himself that she was here, that she was ok. That she was safe. “Love, I’m so sorry....” He’d tortured both of them, and while he had needed to say goodbye to Mel, clear his head, there were probably better ways he could have gone about it.
The little noise he made broke her heart. If she hadn't already known that he was indeed sorry, she certainly knew now. She wanted nothing more than to comfort the man, hold him tightly against her, so that was exactly what she did, burying her face in against his throat and pressing soft, reassuring kisses to his skin. "It's okay," she breathed out. "You're here now. That's all that matters," she promised.
Carr nodded, sliding his arms around her, pressing closer to her, his hips rocking forward slowly, easily. It was nothing like the frantic rutting of before, the crazed fucking neither of them had been able to help. Carr’s hands moved softly, almost reverently over her body, touching and caressing her as his lips caught hers again. “I’m here,” he whispered, reassuring them both. “I’m not going anywhere.”
It was certainly different than the frantic rutting. Different than being pressed against whatever wall or object was closest because he wanted her that badly and she him in the same respect. It was different, but it was just as perfect as any other time she'd been lucky enough to be with him. Gio shuddered slightly as he whispered those words against her mouth and rolled his hips to meet hers. "Good," she whispered. "I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon."
Carr stroked his fingers through her hair softly, caressing her cheek, her neck as he thrust his hips slowly. It was so different to the other times they’d had sex, but it felt just as good. Carr shuddered slightly as she shifted under him, her muscles clenching tight around his cock.
“God, definitely missed this,” he groaned, smiling a little as he bent to kiss her again. “Missed how amazing you feel around my cock...”
"I missed your voice," she breathed against his mouth, a tiny smile playing on her lips. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing that accent of yours," Gio murmured. Hell, she still heard that gorgeous lilt in her dreams and she doubted she was going to forget it anytime soon. Her fingers stroked through his hair as her eyes fell on his, seeing nothing but adoration shining back at her. So maybe she wasn't quite ready to be someone's everything, but when that someone was Carr Wallace, she couldn't help but think she could get used to the idea.
“Aye?” He smiled, nuzzling his nose against his, a soft content grumble rolling in his chest. “Well, probably a good thing I don’t plan on going anywhere, hmm?” He kissed her again, sliding his hands underneath her shoulders as his hips shifted, pushing into her a little harder. Holding on to her, he rolled them over on the bed, until he was on his back with Gio still pressed against him.
“See?” He grinned. “You’ve got me. I’m stuck.” He kissed her, arching his hips up off the bed, cock pushing just a little deeper into her.
Now above him, Gio couldn't help but shudder a little at the new angle he achieved. That grin on his face and those words had her grinning right back at him as she removed the remnants of her panties and pulled her nightgown up and over her head. She hadn't bothered with a bra and at the moment she was pretty grateful. Her hair fell over her shoulders, spilling forward across her chest and back over her shoulder blades, thankfully covering the bite mark as well, no need to make him feel guilty any more. "Good," she murmured as her hands splayed out on his chest. "I like you where you are."
Carr groaned approvingly as she pulled off her nightgown, his hands immediately moving up to cup her breasts, play with her nipples. The feel of her hands on him made him shiver, arch up into her, thrusting a little faster. He was still holding the wolf back, but the urge to just let go, to fuck her ‘til she screamed, was getting harder and harder to ignore.
Gio shivered as his hands cupped her breasts, teasing fingers sliding over her nipples as if they weren't already hard and sensitive enough. She was on top, but she hadn't even had to move with his hips rocking up against hers the way they were. Slowly she found a rhythm of her own, hands still using his chest to keep herself steady as she rode him. Her eyes were on his face as she moved, biting her lower lip through a groan at the feel of his cock sinking into her a bit more deeply with every fall of her hips. "Carr," she whimpered.
“That’s it, pet,” Carr murmured approvingly, bending his knees, sliding his feet up the bed to give her something else to lean on, something else to brace herself against. He murmured soft assurances, barely words as he touched and caressed her, his hands sliding over her body, holding her close. She was gorgeous like this, utterly breathtaking, and he made sure to tell her so.
She leaned back against his thighs and against his knees, giving him all the better view of her body as he disappeared inside of it. "God," she whispered. "Nothing should feel this good." It was almost like a sin to feel as good as she felt in that moment. She was on fire, tingling from head to toe as she continued to move her hips, picking up the pace just a little, her hands moving away from his chest and over her stomach, up to her breasts to tease them for his viewing pleasure. "It's yours," she whispered. "Every inch of me is yours."
“Mine,” Carr agreed, voice a low growl, his eyes slipping closed as he thrust up into her, his hips arching up off the bed. She felt amazing around him, and he couldn’t hold back, couldn’t stop his wolf from rising. His eyes bled to an icy blue as he opened them, looked up at her. This close to the full moon, his control wasn’t quite as secure. he wasn’t in any danger of shifting uncontrollably, but his wolf was still a hell of a lot closer to the surface than at any other time.
The low growl that fled his lips had Gio replying in a soft whimper of her own. Such a simple sound could have her practically crawling out of her skin for him. She let her hands fall away from her chest, leaning forward so she could find his lips with her own, nipping gently at his lower lip before fully kissing him. God he tasted good. Better than any other kiss she'd ever had.
Carr fisted a hand in her hair, deepening the kiss hungrily. He couldn’t get enough of her, the soft sounds she made driving him closer to completely losing control. “Gio,” he moaned, one hand on her hip, pulling her down against him. “Fuck, you feel so good...” he was close, eyes still cold blue as he looked up at her, holding their bodies close as he arched up, crying out her name as he came hard, spilling deep inside her.
The words he spoke, the growly tone his voice had to it and the way he was pressing inside of her had her dancing on the edge of release. When he came, however, there was no more dancing. The feel of him spilling his heated seed inside of her made her lose all will to hold on, to wait, anymore. She gasped and then cried out, her body instantly clinging to his as best she could in the position, not wanting to let go or let him get even a centimeter from her.
Carr wrapped his arms, his body around her just as tightly. He hid his face against her hair, gasping roughly, shaking in her arms. His eyes slowly faded back to their natural color, hands gentler as he stroked her back, as they both came down from that high.
“You’re gonna kill me, pet,” he breathed, laughing breathlessly. It wasn’t a complaint by any means. She was incredible, and he couldn’t believe he’d been so scared to come back to her.
"I hope not," Gio breathed as she let her face rest against the crook of her lover's neck. "I'm too fond of you to lose you now," she murmured softly, pressing soft kisses against his warm skin. "Too invested in you to let you go." Yeah, thinking about him not being around made her heart ache which was a strange new feeling for the otherwise independent and proud of it woman. Her fingers slowly trailed along his chest, drawing little invisible shapes against his skin as she smiled against his neck. "Are you happy?" she breathed after a long moment. "With this, with us."
Carr nodded, turning his head to look at her.
“It’s not what I planned,” he admitted, “but aye. You’re something special, love.” He kissed her cheek, nuzzled closer happily. “You?” He was almost scared to ask, but only almost. She wouldn’t still be here if she didn’t want this. She wouldn’t have let him back in the door. He was so very glad she had. It wasn’t what either of them had expected, but he couldn’t feel sorry that he was mated to such an incredible woman.
She lifted her head at his returned question. Looking down at him, she brushed both of her hands over his cheeks, the stubbly scratch against her palms getting a little smile from her. "I'm not going to lie to you and tell you that I'm not terrified of all of this," she told him firstly. "Because I am. I've never been the sort of woman who ever thought of settling down. It was always just so much easier to work and come home and be alone until I felt like I needed to scratch that itch at least it was until you came around. And that scared me before you bit me," she added.
"I didn't want to go out and look for anyone else. I wanted to call you. I wanted you to call me. And now, knowing that you're here and you picked me or... your wolf picked me... I don't know, it's... flattering? Startling? Confusing and frightening and ridiculous. But yes, I'm happy. I want to be with you. I want, for the first time in my life really, to have a relationship with one person and to feel the way that everyone else talks about feeling. I want to fall in love with you. It might take a while, but I want to try."
Carr smiled softly, stroking her cheek gently. “Good,” he murmured. “Because I can see me falling for you pretty bloody hard.” He hadn’t, not yet, but he also couldn’t find a single thing wrong with her. She was hot, she was smart, and she was absolute filth in bed. She was just about the only woman Carr had ever been with that could keep up with him.
“I’m glad it wasn’t just a one night stand,” he admitted. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you afterwards. When you started sending me those naughty pictures...” he hummed softly, a satisfied grumble. “Yeah, definitely a good move.”
That had her grinning. She didn't love him, she knew, not yet, but she could. She could fall in love with him. No other man she'd been with had ever made her even want to bother falling. No other man even made her stumble. He'd tripped her up. He'd made her realize she had the ability to be caught off guard, knocked off of her balance. "Guess I'll have to send more naughty pictures then," she murmured as she caught his lips in another little kiss. "I'll have to get creative."
“Oh, I’m definitely up for that,” Carr murmured, grinning. “You can send me all the naughty pictures you want.” He really wasn’t going to complain. Of course, if he had his way, he’d be in bed with her every night so he wouldn’t have to make do with just pictures for company. Just as long as he didn’t get them while he was at work - being around another cursed were, that’d be awkward.
“Shit,” he sighed, closing his eyes. “Remind me to phone my boss in the morning, find out when he wants me back. If he wants me back.” Tomorrow was full moon, which meant that both he and Colin would be out of action as soon as the moon rose. He wasn’t sure if the opening hours would be any different, in that case.
Gio gently brushed her fingers over his cheek again and kissed him once more. "I'll remind you," she murmured. "Blame it on me, if he gets angry," she added, hoping to get a laugh or a grin from him at least. "I flipped your world upside down, that should entitle you to a few days worth of coping."
Carr snorted. “Aye, I’m pretty sure that won’t work. Sorry, I can’t come into work, met this really hot girl who’s made me come my brains out. Oh, and now we’re mated.” He blinked a second. “Hold the phone...that might actually work. Sort of.” He’d have to come clean with Colin eventually. “My boss...he’s a were. Cursed, like me. So he might actually understand.” God, it was so much easier, working for a wolf like him.
"See, it might work after all," she told him, smiling down at the man beneath her. "So you really think I'm hot?" she teased, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. "That's good to know." Not that she wasn't well aware of just how attracted he was to her. The fact that he was still inside of her at that moment, not wanting to pull out just yet was testament to that truth.
Carr arched his hips up in answer. He was still softening after that incredible sex, and the movement pulled a groan from him. “Yep, I’d say that’s a safe bet,” he murmured, smirking up at her. “C’mon, sweetheart, you know you’re bloody gorgeous.” He brushed her hair out of her eyes, trailed his fingertips slowly down her cheek to the beauty spot beside her full lips.
Her lips quirked up at his compliment. "Well I know I'm not bad to look at," she agreed, reaching up to cup his hand against her cheek, turning her head enough to kiss his palm. "You're pretty delicious yourself, you know."
Carr smirked, drawing her down into another slow, passionate kiss. “Well, good thing we found each other, aye?” He teased. “So we can be stunningly attractive together.” He didn’t have quite that high an opinion of himself - Gio could have done way better than him, without question. He wasn’t going to complain if his mate wanted to stroke his ego, though.
"Mhm," she murmured. "Stunningly attractive." Gio wouldn't have agreed with him had she heard his thoughts. He was beautiful in this ruggedly handsome way and he had that gorgeous accent and that huge cock to go along with both so what the hell better could she have done? And he was completely and utterly devoted and faithful to her now thanks to the lovely mating bit. Again, where was she going wrong? "Keep kissing me like that and I might have to dish out more compliments so you'll stick around," she teased.
“If I’m kissing you like that,” Carr pointed out, voice a low growl, “you won’t be able to talk to compliment me.” He cupped the back of her neck, holding her close, rolling them both over so he could kiss her properly, his body blanketing hers. She was stunning, she really was, and Carr wasn’t going to complain if she wanted to keep him around. He’d stay as long as she’d let him. Mating aside, he was totally addicted to her kisses, the way she was in bed.
She shuddered softly when he rolled them over, feeling him sink further inside of her. The way he felt when she was enveloping him was something she'd never grow tired of, she knew. How could something feel so good? How could someone she barely knew get under her skin the way that Carr had? Gio quickly stopped questioning herself on those thoughts and let herself fall into his kisses, her arms winding around his neck and pulling him in closer to her.
Carr let out a soft groan, arching against her. “Love, you keep shuddering like that, and you won’t be getting any sleep tonight.” His cock was already stirring, hardening a little inside of her. He shifted, pulling out just a little, arching his hips forward to slowly sink back in. He loved the look on her face, the way she looked when she was moaning his name. He’d never get tired of that.
"Guess I'm not sleeping tonight," she breathed out, another little tremble rolling through her body as he pulled out a bit only to sink back inside of her again. Feeling him hardening, his cock once more coming to life within her, was sexy all on it's own. "I'm glad you mated to me," she whispered as she leaned up to catch his lips in a firm and rough kiss. "The thought of that cock being in anyone else makes me absolutely green with envy."
Carr laughed, the sound husky and just a little bit filthy. “Well, you don’t have to worry,” he murmured, kissing her back just as firmly, just as hungrily. “You’re the only girl in my life, promise.” He thrust his hips forward again, lazily, feeling himself grow harder, her body shivering, clenching around him. It only spurred him on, made it harder not to react.
“God, Gio. So fucking hot...” he murmured, body moving against hers, inside hers.
"I'm glad," she breathed. "You're not the only one that can get jealous," she explained. Gio had a jealous side, yes, especially now with this man who was infatuated with her. The simple thought of some woman doing anything close to what she was doing with him now made her blood start to boil a little. "I might not be able to shove someone against a wall and make them piss themselves, but I assure you I'm not above clawing out a woman's eyes."
Carr chuckled softly. “Now that I’d like to see...” he breathed, leaning down to kiss her. “But you don’t have anything to be jealous of.” He couldn’t imagine even looking at another woman, now. Not with the way Gio had caught his attention so completely. And now she was his mate, she was the other half of him. There was no way anyone else was ever going to catch his eye. “But trust me, if the sex is always this hot,” he grinned, thrusting his hips forward slowly, cock hard now, easing into her, “there’s no way I’ll be looking at any girl but you.”
"Guess I'll have to keep up with my yoga," she breathed, clenching her muscles around him as he pressed inside of her. "Keep my cunt nice and tight for that big, hard cock." Okay, now she was just being mean and she knew it, but he deserved a little teasing. "You gotta be so damn sexy?" she whispered. "Stay as delicious as you are now and you'll have me wet and ready for you anytime you want a taste."
Laughing again, Carr kissed her. “Mmm, and that’s supposed to discourage me?” He arched his hips against hers, barely moving, just sinking into her slowly. “Thinking about you being wet for me, ready for me to fuck you whenever I want...” Yeah, that definitely wasn’t going to help him behave. Ever. She was too damn tempting as it was.
Gio bit her bottom lip as she looked up at him, listening to the sound of his voice, the ache in it that he had for her. "Whenever you want," she murmured, leaning up to catch his mouth in another kiss. "I think you've spoiled me with raunchy sex." It was filth, utter filth and she loved every single second of it.
“No such thing as spoiling when it comes to sex,” Carr grumbled, kissing her back. “Going to make sure you never think about another guy, though.” Both Carr and his wolf were on agreement on that score. “You’re mine, love. Mine and no one else’s.” While the bite was an unpleasant reminder to the human side of him, his wolf had no such qualms. His mate, wearing his mark? Yeah, it wasn’t helping him keep any kind of control.
"I don't want anyone else," she assured him. "You know that," she breathed against his mouth. "I didn't want that painter. Even before you staked your claim. I haven't thought about another man since the moment I saw you in that barroom. This is yours, baby, every single gorgeous inch." Which had her smirking a little against his mouth, teasingly nipping at his lips as she rocked her hips upwards to meet her lover's. "Good thing you picked such a nice little cunt, huh?"
Carr shuddered, hips pushing into her a little more forcefully, his cock achingly hard now. “God, yeah,” he agreed, loving the way she sounded. “Fuck, love your mouth. Love how filthy you get,” he teased, nipping at her lips in turn, tongue sliding over her lower lip to soothe the sting. He tugged on her hair, encouraging her to tilt her head, kissing her neck softly. His lips moved over her neck, her unmarked shoulder, soft kisses in complete contrast to the harsh snaps of his hips, taking her, claiming her.
"What can I say?" she breathed, whimpering about halfway through the sentence. "You bring out the sex crazed, filth loving woman in me. It's all your fault, truly." Not that she really minded or gave a damn. So long as he liked her mouth, who cared how utterly filthy it could be? She tilted her head at the tugging to her hair, giving him full access to her unmarked skin, gasping and whimpering with each jerk of his hips. She'd likely be bruised more so tomorrow than she already was, but Giovanna just couldn't bring herself to give a damn. She shuddered, hips twitching all on their own. "Bite me," she breathed out, unable to help but ask for it. "Gently," she added. Biting was great, marks were lovely, but no one needed any more bloodiness, thanks.
Carr groaned, the sound dissolving into a low, approving growl that vibrated in his chest.
“You sure?” He asked, pulling back enough to look her in the eyes. He knew he wouldn’t get carried away - hell, his wolf was snarling at him to take the offer, bite her throat, make sure every man she came across knew she was taken. But he didn’t want to scare her again, didn’t want to make her regret ever meeting him.
"I'm sure," she breathed. "But I reserve the right to punch you if you make me bleed," she murmured, obviously teasing and hoping that he'd feel a little less nervous if she joked with him a little. "I like a little pain," she admitted as she gently tugged his lower lip. "And I like you marking me, showing everyone who I belong to. It's sexy. Can't you feel how wet the thought of it's making me?" she murmured against his mouth, her fingers curling into his hair. "Bite me, fuck me, then suck on my tits and you'll have a happy, trembling, begging to come Italian on your hands. Or more appropriately, on your cock."
Carr shuddered, cursing softly. “Fucking hell, Gio,” he groaned. “Keep talking like that and you won’t have to worry about me biting you, because I’ll have come so hard I black out...” He wasn’t exaggerating, either. Her filthy mouth was just one of the things he loved about her. It was incredibly hot. And with an invitation like that, who was he to resist? He kissed her hard, then trailed his lips along her jaw, down her throat. Supporting her neck with one hand, he bit hard at the juncture of neck and shoulder, sucking at the skin to raise a bruise, a soft approving growl in his throat.
"Oh fuck," she gasped, hissing a little at the feel of his teeth pressing in against her skin. She shuddered and shifted, growling appreciatively as he began to suck at her skin. Yeah, he could keep doing that. "Yes, god yes." Like she was going to tell him to stop doing something as delicious as that? "Christ."
Growling softly, Carr’s hips snapped forward, each cry and gasp driving him onwards, making him more desperate to feel her come. Tearing his mouth away before he could break skin, he panted for breath, looking approvingly at the reddened mark he’d left, already flushed under the skin, bruising gently.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he gasped, bending to kiss her hard. “Not gonna be able to walk around without people seeing that, knowing how good you’re getting it from me...”
"Oh yeah, baby," she rasped. "Fuck that tight little cunt." The way he was snapping his hips against hers, kissing her like she was the only woman left on the planet. "That's right," she whimpered. "I'm getting it good," she agreed. "Getting that pussy pounded by that big, hard, Scottish cock. Never gonna have another dick even come close to this pussy." And she meant it. She was ruined. There was no doubt about it. No other man would ever compare and she wouldn't even bother to try and find one who could.
“Oh, Jesus...” Carr shuddered hard, whimpering as he fought the urge to come, right there. “Fuck, Gio, you’re killing me here...” He crushed his lips against hers, kissing her hungrily, as if by shutting her up he could make this last, push back the urge to come. He could feel it in his balls, in the base of his spine, his hips jerking roughly against hers as he came with a loud roar.
Gio shuddered a little herself knowing he was close, especially as he began to curse more, his kisses more hungry. His hips more urgent. When he jerked, however, coming with that roar and pressing so far inside her she was certain she could feel him in her stomach, she gasped out. The cry was so loud that she didn't know if it was him or her that screamed as she came until she slowly came back down again, flouncing against the bed with heavy sigh, fingers clutching at his back, eyes fluttering halfway between open and closed. "Carr," she whimpered breathlessly.
Carr gasped for breath, slumped over her, unable to move even an inch. He was completely destroyed, in the very best of ways. He was still shaking, cock twitching inside her, the shuddering clench of her muscles around him making him whimper softly.
Gio just lay there, her breathing labored beneath the wonderful press of his body over top of hers. "Will you stay here with me tonight?" she breathed softly as she buried her face against his neck, gently kissing his skin, clenching her muscles around his cock to get one more shudder from him.
Carr nodded, kissing her shoulder softly, unable to stop that slow shudder as she clenched around him, the low groan he couldn’t hold in. “Course I will,” he murmured, slowly pulling out of her and rolling onto his back on the bed beside her. He sprawled out, staring up at her ceiling, chest still heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
She smiled a little to herself as she lay there, body still shuddering. It was a long moment before she remembered how to breathe properly and Gio reached over to take Carr's hand, lacing her fingers through his and lifting his hand to her lips. Gently she kissed his knuckles, smiling a little against his skin. "Good," she breathed. "I just want you to hold me and keep me warm."
Carr rolled onto his side, reaching out for her, tugging her into his arms. “That can definitely be arranged,” he murmured, kissing her slowly. “Just as soon as one of us gets up enough energy to get up and turn off the light.” It wasn’t gonna be him, not for at least another ten minutes or so. He’d just gone two rounds of nasty, enthusiastic sex - she was lucky he was still conscious right now.
"I suppose that's going to have to be me," she chuckled, leaning in for a little kiss before she teasingly crawled over him and took a moment to wobble down the stairs to turn off the lights and set the alarm. Once that was taken care of and the doors locked, she returned to the bedroom and flicked off that light as well. "How I manage to walk after you try to rip me apart from the middle is beyond me," she teased, laying down again and curling against Carr.
In her absence, Carr had fixed the pillows and crawled under the covers. He lifted them back for Gio to slide in beside him, pulling them up to her shoulders.
“Guess I didn’t break you well enough,” he teased softly. “I’ll just have to try harder next time.” He wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling the top of her head sleepily, kissing her hair. He sighed softly, happily, relaxing immediately. In bed with his mate, after amazing sex...within seconds, Carr was starting to drift off.
Gio smiled a little at his words, even more at the way he so readily curled up with her like he did. Even the soft little gesture of lifting the blankets like he did was adorable. She let her head come to rest against his chest and sighed contentedly. "Guess you'll have to try again in the morning, my love," she whispered into the darkness. "And then every day after that."
“Mhmmm,” Carr agreed sleepily, combing his fingers through her hair. Eyes closed, he was already half-asleep. Nothing in the world could make him want to move now. “Night, love,” he breathed, kissing her hair gently, his hands slowing their gentle caresses as sleep claimed him.