Wolf's Rain Fan Fiction ❯ Saved ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of Keiko Nobumoto/Bones characters or ideas. This story is for entertainment purposes only and not for sale or profit.

A/N: Whew...new chappie's finally out. Sorry about how long it took! Things should start to get moving soon, though!

WARNING: A bit o' lemon served in this chapter...

Chapter Six: Revenge Is A B****

"Eep!"

"You make the oddest noises, woman." His growl covered her shoulder.

"Well, you have the biggest---"

He cut her off with another flex of his hips, sending that topic deeper into her.

"Oooohhh..." Her moan was left on the blue sheets beneath her as her fingers gripped and dug into the fabric, seeking some sense of stability in a world grown suddenly chaotic.

She liked chaos.

His hands---large palms warm against her heated skin, firm, calloused fingers making it goose-bump in shivered, sensual reaction---came to grip her hips and he pulled out, slowly.

She protested with a whimper as his heat left hers---and gasped with heightened pleasure as he sank back home.

"Yeah...like that..." She murmured against the sheets, her arms coming to cross above her head as she no longer had the energy to brace herself on her elbows. Her back arched down, and her knees quivered. The heavy weight of her breasts were smashed into the mattress beneath her, and she let out another whimper as he withdrew once more.

She almost came up off the bed as he rammed deep once more...way deep.

"Heeyah!"

There was one of those sexy, growling chuckles behind her, and one of his strong hands left her hip to smooth down the arch of her spine. She twitched under him, and let out a breathy moan that was half plea, half passion.

His other hand was flicking over her hip, and tracing the curve around to her stomach.

"Oohah." She sucked in her breath, suddenly tense.

The flat muscles of her stomach tightened as his fingers traveled over them and to the secret bud of her desire below.

"FUCK!"

He winced at the volume she could achieve, even as her body collapsed beneath him, her insides holding him tight within even as she shattered into a thousand tiny pieces of dancing light.

With an arrogant smile, his fingers moved again.

"FUCK!"

She screamed again as her body jumped back up, her shaking arms taking her weight and her hips quivering under his. She hissed in her breath, and arched her back into him, her blue eyes closing as she threw her head up.

The firm hand on her back was stroking her spine gently as her body screamed with renewed desire. She had never known the heights that she could achieve with just the mere flick of his fingers, she had never desired the release that was making her react like a bitch in heat.

He leaned over, his hard weight pressing him slightly deeper, and kissed her shoulder, which twitched under the soft, heated press of firm lips.

He thought he could play her like a damn piano.

*I don't think so!*

A low growl escaped her, and she tried to roll to the side. She wanted him under her---wanted him to cry out in helpless need, wanted him to quiver and shiver and shake with sobbing passion until he begged for release.

Blue eyes flashed with the thought, and she lurched backwards, trying to force him to go fall back in surprise.

He didn't move, his hard flesh absorbing her forceful push.

Her eyes widened as he growled, throaty and sexy and way too damn arrogant.

"Eep."

"My turn, remember?" His voice was rock-hard and firm, like a certain piece of flesh that was hot inside her.

"That was foolish, woman."

His fingers left her flesh and she let out a soft cry. He withdrew, and she out-right sobbed in complaint.

*Damn him!*

"What are you doing?" She hissed out.

"Teaching you a lesson." His whisper had her seeing red.

"WHAT?" She slithered away from his knee-crouching position behind her, and turned to glare at him, hands on her hips. She sat back on her heels, matching his form, her bare breasts quivering in outrage, the tips pointed like arrows straight at him.

A blond curl came down again to obscure one of her snapping blue eyes, and she blew it out of the way with an impatient "pfst" of air.

"You are NOT leaving me like this!" She told him, her incredibly blue eyes darkening to indigo.

His smile was truly arrogant, his gold eyes calculating. "Who said I was?"

"Huh?" She stared at him, dumbfounded.

He lurched forward, taking her by surprise. One moment, he was sitting back on his heels, staring at her, and the next, he was right there, tumbling her back beneath him. Her eyes widened in surprise, as his narrowed with determination.

"You are going to beg." His dark promise had her hiss in her breath in denial even as his mouth descended to cover hers. This time his kiss was fierce and possessive, and she melted like honey under him, her arms coming up wrap around his neck. His mouth moved over hers and she willingly opened her lips, inviting him in.

And "mumphed" indignantly when he refused.

His mouth left hers, and his strong hands came up to pull her wrists down from their embrace around his neck. He stared at her until her eyes opened, and she gave him a fierce frown.

"What, now?"

"This." He said, his fingers lacing with hers and pulling her hands over her head even as his body moved down, taking his hot mouth with it. She blinked in confusion until wet heat claimed the aching tip of one soft breast, and then she cried out in the losing fight of desire.

Her back bowed beneath him, her fingers curling into his restraining hands as his tongue lavished her tight bud with hot strokes.

The torture did not end there.

His mouth danced from one breast to the other, sucking the hardened nipples between his teeth, lavishing the valley with delicate kisses, lathing the aching points with a hot, wet tongue. Her desire, already boiling, was fanned into flames, and she cried out with need, longing an end to the sweet torture.

Damn him, he was as good as his word...

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"I did not beg." The protest was half-muffled into his chest as she snuggled closer.

He just grunted skeptically.

She bit him. Well, not really bit. A nip, really. A lover's nip. It still had his hand tightening like steel where it curved over her shoulder, and his breath was hissed in to come out as a growl.

"Woman..." He warned.

She just giggled, kissing the red mark on his chest in mock apology before snuggling back beside him, her cheek laid against the hard flesh, her breath matching the rise and fall of his own beneath her.

His other hand came up to sweep the blond curls that were forever tangling over her forehead, and his strong fingers lightly traced her cheek. She yawned, feeling warm and relaxed and incredibly tired and even more incredibly fulfilled.

"Well, you know the saying..." She whispered softly, a smile playing over her lips.

His fingers firmed on her jaw, and he raised her head up so he could stare into her eyes. Even questioning, he had some damn sexy eyeballs...

*Gold looks damn good on a man...*

She yawned again, her lashes fluttering down. *So...tired...*

"Woman..." His voice was a low rumble of exasperation.

She blinked, trying to focus her thoughts. The stupid curl was back, rolling across half of her vision and she blew it impatiently away. His hand came to pull it off of her forehead and she smiled in sleepy gratitude, before startled back awake as the thought came back to her.

Her grin could only be called wolfish as she lurched up to kiss him on his damn sexy mouth.

It was his turn to blink, and regard her with growing impatience.

She kissed him again, and his eyes narrowed, the gold darkening with desire.

She giggled, and whispered against his mouth, "Take a bitch to bed...and expect to get bit."

His eyes widened, and then he fell back, his deep, husky laugh nearly dislodging her as it shook through his hard body, making her hold on for dear life as the laughter coursed through him.

"Woman!" His laugh had a nice rumbly quality, kind of like his growl.

"Mmm." She said, snuggling back down to his chest, her cheek firmly planted between the hard muscle and his strong arm wrapping around her. She kissed the slight red mark of her earlier bite once more, and yawned, this time allowing her eyes to close and her body to fall limp.

He shook his head at her, his golden eyes warm as they wandered over the small body draped so---literally---against him.

His voice heated over her skin as sleep started to claim her. "I might have to see who can bite." His hand swept over the arch of her back to lightly caress her buttocks.

"Hmmm...revenge is a bitch..." She murmured into him, before falling into darkness.

His eyes regarded her for some time, a slight smile curving his mouth, before he, too, allowed them to close in contentment...