Sisters By Chance - The Dawn (Book Two)

I'm Sure

Raven's POV

I'm seated on the cold porcelain sink as Tim's free hand slides behind my back to unclasp my bra with nifty fingers.

'That was fast!' I moan against his hair as his lips keep smearing my neck. He hummed in agreement, unwilling to let my skin go. I wrapped my legs around him as my hands caressed his chest and shoulders. The thin fabric of my bra is pressed between us as the straps slide down my arms.

'Luck and intuition. Somethin' I have reserved for you and you only...'

Somewhere deep inside my foggy brain, I recognize the words. But I can barely comprehend their meaning. I'm too focused on this exquisite treatment of me, my skin, and my mind.

'Tell me again what you want,' Tim groans as he slides the straps off my arms. My brain goes back to fog and thickness. Oh, heavens!

My peach is dripping. Maybe I should be seated in the sink, letting my juices run down the drain so I won't make a mess?

I look up into those baby blue eyes looking down at me, shrouded by lust and desire.

'I want us to live together!' I whisper as I hold his gaze.

'And?'

'I want us to have a house filled with colors!'

'And?' Tim pressed on.

'I want to have children.'

'Who's children do you want?'

'Wouldn't you like to know?' I tease with a giggle. Tim growls and grip my chin again. He captured my lips in a new breathtaking kiss. His little distraction is heaven. His other hand slides over my thigh to my panties, where he starts rubbing soft circles over my pearl, damping the fabric and his fingers. I felt my hole clenched in anticipation as tingles traveled through my body, making me roll my hips, meeting his movements.

'Who's children do you want?' He growls dominantly against my lips before nipping them, sending shivers down my spine. He's the epiphany of sexiness at this moment. And I'm a panting mess, ready to beg for god knows what, anything, everything, all, and nothing, as he asks me again.

'Who's children?'

'Yours!' I pant. 'I want your children.'

'Plural, love. You want more than one?'

He increases his pace while putting more pressure on my pearl, making me moan aloud as I throw my head back, calling out my answer.

'Yes!'

I roll my hips faster, pushing up against him. 'Please, Tim!' I beg, hoping he'll know what I want and need. Tim latches his lip to my neck, sucking it firmly. He stops pleasuring me for a split second as he rips my underwear and swiftly pushes a finger inside me while his thumb finds my pearl. He rubs it slowly and firmly. Matching the movements in and out of my weeping hole. I try desperately to hold him inside me, clamping down on his fingers for dear life. He has used his fingers on me once before, but not like this. He's a man on a mission. Displaying as much dominance as when I had him in my mouth. I try forcing him to go faster, but he keeps the pace. He's in control. It's the sweetest torture imaginable.

Tim brings me closer and closer to the edge of relief with his finger working in and out of me, massaging my velvet walls as his thumb keeps rubbing me steadily. I keep my eyes shut, loving his lips on my neck. My legs tremble and feel like jello as I let them fall along his thighs, unable to hold them up.

'I know you're close, love. Do you want me to make you come?' Tim asks with that slight rasp giving me goosebumps.

'Yes!'

'Be a good girl and ask nicely!' He muses against my throat, sending new shivers all over my skin. Tim opens his mouth wide, scraping my neck with his canines as he bites me softly. A jolt of electricity shoots through me, making me arch my back and almost pushing me over the edge. I groan deeply at the sensation. He pauses his assault on my neck, and I feel the goosebumps spread under my fingertips.

'You like that?' He breathes, intrigued.

'Yes,' I moan, barely coherent. 'Please, do that again! Please...' I beg him, and he cooperates happily. Stares dance before my closed eyes as Tim turns my wish into a command, biting firmly on my sensitive neck. He pushes another finger inside me with a deep growl. It's sensory overload - I can't breathe from the sensation as my whole body quiver in the most exquisite orgasm of my life.

Tim peppers my skin with kisses as he slows down and eases me out of my high with great care. It feels like an eternity passes as I try to compose myself. When I'm finally panting instead of gasping for air, I fall back against the cold mirror. My bra falls into my lap and exposes my heaving chest. I look down and see his bulging boxers before looking back to see him silently studying me while liking his fingers clean. His face is smeared with toothpaste residue, yet he's focusing on his fingers. I can't help giggling, making his thick brows pull tightly together in a frown.

'What's so funny, love?'

'You!' I giggle. 'You're sexy!'

That makes him laugh and lean in for a kiss. He turns the tap behind me and lets the water run hot before soaking a towel. I feel the soft fabric and warm water caressing my skin as he washes the toothpaste and beads of sweat I didn't know formed off my skin. The water drips down the sink under me, disappearing down the drain. The rest will dry up soon enough. I grab the towel from him and clean up his face before tossing it into the shower and attacking his lips. My panties hang around my hips. He only ripped the crotch to get access, leaving the rest. But he's still in his boxers. His glorious member is tucked away, contained, restrained, and hidden from me. He proved to have nifty fingers before. I don't have claws, but I'll get rid of them swiftly non the less. I let my fingers travel down his rock-hard chiseled abs when the realization hit me. I pull back from his lips to look at him.

Wait!

'Did you rip my bra?'

'What?' Tim asks, his voice a little too high pitched.

'You did, didn't you! I thought you were an unclasping Jedi, but you f*****g ripped it with your claws?' I smack his chest as I scowl at him. 'That was my favorite!'

I expect him to divert his gaze or have the sense of being remorseful. I loved that bra. Instead, he's eyes flicker dark, and he f*****g smirks at me before fake pouting.

'I'm sorry, love! Let me make it up to you!'

Tim leaned in and kissed my lips softly. He sucked my lower lip before trailing kisses down my jaw in between pleads for forgiveness. I melt under his treatment as he starts biting down on my neck, sending new glorious tingles over my damp skin.

'You can make it up to me,' I smirk even though he can't see it. 'By ripping yours as a starter!'

Tim chuckle as he lifts me by my legs to carry me out of the bathroom. I hold on to him as he massages my neck with his teeth.

When in our bedroom, I let him go with my legs and slide down his body to the floor. It's cold under my feet, but he's warm. My legs are still wobbly, but I manage to back up from him. He growls low and tries following me - I lift a finger to stop him waving it back and forward, telling him; ah-ah!

'Rip them!'

Tim wastes no time extending his claws and ripping his underwear into shreds, making me giggle. The back of my legs hit the bed as he strides towards me with hungry eyes glittering in the light flooding from the bathroom. I jump up and crawl backward over the covers, unable to tear my eyes from Tim as he reaches the foot of the bed. Using inhumane speed, he's suddenly on top of me, pinning me down on the bed with his body. I yelp and giggle until he covers my lips with his, tenderly kissing me. My hands trail his upper arms - caressing his firm shoulders. I let my fingers tangle in his hair while nipping his lower lip. Tim's hips move against me, but he's so tall my nectar smears over his lower abdomen.

There is a sloppy pop as Tim pulls back, forcing me to let go of his juicy lip. I'd suck every inch of this man if possible. He tastes amazing. He purrs as he kisses my neck, shoulder, and chest. His tongue licks its way to my breast. I'm peppered with feathery kisses before he sucks my right n****e into his mouth, making me gasp and keep my grip on his hair, holding him tight against my skin while moaning.

He sucked my n****e firmly before letting it go and kissing his way back up my throat as he growled darkly, making my toes curl. My body crumbles from arousal as I mona out my need for him.

'Split me in two, stretch my velvet box until my eyes roll back into my skull and stars dance before my eyes. Make me the happiest woman alive!'

Tim trembles above me. I hear him groan in a lust-filled haze as if grasping for control when on the verge of losing it.

'Let's hold off on making those gorgeous babies for now. Alright, love?'

My agreement is a simple nod. I don't want to think about my possible death creeping in on me. I don't want to think at all. I want him to make me forget how to breathe. But he's right. No baby-making tonight.

He pulled back, leaving my body aching for his return. I hear his search for the folder with condoms Doggie had thrown at us earlier as I lie and regain control of my breathing.

Tim swears. I guess it's gone, or he's fumbling to get it open. Whichever it is, I rise to my knees and find him quickly grabbing the condoms from his hands. I cup his face with my free hand and kiss his cheek and lip before guiding him back. I push the massive man down on his back and cup his balls as his back hits the covers, massaging them softly. His d**k is smooth but hard as a rock when I work its length up and down before letting him go to pull out one of the raincoats.

I pinch the tip and place it over his top before rolling it down over him, covering his smooth yet firm member. Tim groans as I reach his root. I smile in the darkness. He grabbed my hips as I clumsily crawled up to straddle him and leaned forward to kiss his lips. My ass is high in the air as my chest is pressed against his. I feel him stand in full attention by my entrance. This man hurt me so bad in the beginning. But I can't imagen life without him. He has spent the past weeks trying to make it up to me: showering me with respect, safety, and devotion, trying to persuade me to trust him while getting to know me. I don't know what happened to him in that pit. All I know is; I wanna make him forget it, first for a moment, then for the rest of his life. My desire gives way to clairvoyance as I realize that respect goes both ways. I need to respect him as he has me. I must ensure he's doing this because he wants to, not because I want him to. Or because he feels that he has to.

'You're sure about this, handsome?'

'I am. You?'

Am I sure? I have wanted to climb him like a tree from the beginning. He's the sexiest man alive. He beats Big bear, and that f*****g hard to do. Tim came into my life and took over my mind before I knew him, and my attraction to him has grown daily. So am I sure? Yes, I am.

All I said earlier is true - I want him.

I want a life with him. He is mine.

In my world, it would seem weird to move so fast. But in his world, as a werewolf, it's all or nothing. He wouldn't string me along if he didn't want me. He has been waiting for me. And his wavering, in the beginning, had nothing to do with me. My voice is confident as I declare my certainty.

'Yes.'

Tim's large hands grab me by the cheeks, pulling me down for a deep kiss. The head of his member is brushing against my weeping hole. His fingers get tangled in hair as he massages my scalp. One of his hands trembles as it slides down my arm to my midriff until finally landing on my hip. It's as if he's fighting himself - one hand holding my head down for a kiss as the other tries to push my lower half down on him.

'Easy, handsome!' I moan into his mouth. 'Let me.'

He groans as his fingers dig into my hip. He thrusts upwards, pushing his massive thickness past my folds, entering me before pulling out. The strain is glorious, and I whimper as it disappears. I untangle him from my hair, guiding him down to my hip. I kiss the tip of his nose before placing my palms flat against his chest, using my hands to push myself up, lifting my upper body. Hence, pushing down on him. He enters me slowly, stretching me immensely, and my eyes roll back. The sounds leaving me are a combination of; moans, groans, and whimpers. Oh. My. Lord!

I lean back forward, almost making him slide entirely back out. His hands on my hips work against me. I know he wants me to take him completely, I feel it, but I need to ease down on him. It's half the pleasure. Anyone can slam themself into or onto someone. That's not happening tonight. This isn't a quick f**k with someone random. I want this to last a lifetime!

I hear him groan as he pushes back inside me. I move up and down his shaft, taking a little more each time until I sit down on him completely, taking as much as I can handle. I throw my head back, making my hair cascade down my back. My walls pulsate around him as I roll my hips.

His hands grip me even harder, following my movements. Tim hisses, groans, and moans in a breathtaking combination that makes me wetter than ever. He breathes my name like a plead, a prayer.

And I whimper his in return.

'You're so tight, love. Am I hurting you?'

'No, you're wonderful!' I reassured him as I increased my speed, dropping myself down on him and feeling him hit my bottom. The heat is growing in my lower abdomen, my orgasm is building, and I'm slowly losing control. Taking it easy is about to go out the window. I need release.

Tim's hands caress my belly before reaching for my breasts and pinching my n*****s. He rolls them between his fingers, making me gasp.

'Is it too much?' Tim wonders through gritted teeth. I shake my head furiously as I keep riding him harder.

'No, more!' I plead, making him growl. He thrust upwards, meeting my movements and adding a pinch of pain each time he hits my cervix.

'More?' He growls, sounding strained. As if his jaws are locked together. The pressure inside me is at its breaking point. My breathing is jagged, and beads of sweat are running down my back.

'Yes, more!' I scream, making him roar.

His arms wrap around me, pulling me flat against his chest as he takes control and pound into me from below. I'm limply spread across him as he thrusts his massive rod into my velvet box. His lips are brushing against my ear. His pants fan over my skin, sending tingles down my body meeting the pleasure spreading from my peach. I breathe his name against his neck, over and over, letting him know that he's the only one in my mind. The only one that can hold me - take me - pleasure me like this.

Faster, harder, deeper. The increase is inhuman - out of this world. The orgasm ripped through me. And I fling my head back and scream from the pleasures-waves gushing through me, drowning my quivering body. Tim meets me with a roar, pushing himself into the hilt, splitting me in two. I ride the waves of him pulsating inside me as my walls clamp down on him, milking him for every drop. He holds still inside me, one arm around my shoulders and one hand on my ass, keeping me down as his roar turns into a groan.

I can't even smile as I come down from my high. Instead, I feel my eyelids become heavy. My body keeps twitching and squeezing before I go completely limp. I'm satisfied and safe in Tim's arms. So with him still inside me, I relax into his embrace and let my consciousness slip into the land of dreams. My last thought is of him - I'd want to fall asleep like this every night for the rest of my life.

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Tim's POV

I'm high from breathing in her scent mixed with her nectar running down my member, making the air thick. I cling to Raven as I keep still inside her and feel spurt after spurt filling the condom instead of her soft womb.

Her body is limp on top of mine. I hear her pant as faint trembles roles through her like small aftershocks after an earthquake. She pinches my member tightly with each aftershock making me groan from satisfaction. Coming down from being inside her is my new favorite everything.

She's my everything.

Raven's breathing becomes heavy as she drifts into sleep, me still inside her. I have no idea what time it might be. Time stopped the moment I realized I needed to be inside her. I can only guess it's late.

I lift her limp body slightly to slide out of her. Coldness embraces me, and I shudder from the loss of her warmth. Raven whimpers in protest but relaxes as I roll us to the side to lay in bed facing each other. She curls into a ball in my arms. I could keep going. I could live inside her for the rest of my life. But she's not a wolf. And I've worn her out.

I kiss Raven's damp forehead, nose, and cheeks softly. She's spent.

When certain she has fallen asleep, I sneak out of her grip to get rid of the sloppy rubber still hanging onto me - it's wet and sticky as I knotted it up to dispose of it.

Warm water runs over my hands as I wash up and turn off the light before returning to bed, unwilling to be away from her. Thor keeps humming happily in my head. He wants her again, and again, and again. I climb into bed and feel that Raven has turned. Her back is towards me.

I pull her into my arms, wrapping her up while hiding us under the covers. Her naked frame is pressed against my chest, and my d**k swells as she wiggles her hip ever so slightly. She's absolutely spent.

Thor is beyond pleased in my head. Especially satisfied by the thought of me f*****g her to sleep. He's proud.

'She's not walking straight in the morning!'

'That's not good; she has to be at her best this weekend.' I scold him as my chest tightens and my breathing hitches. All the happiness is out the window in the blink of an eye.

Oh, goddess, I've weakened her.

Something is gripping my heart, squeezing it tightly.

The pressure makes it hard to breathe, and I'm pulled into darkness as my muscles tighten into a cramp. Panic. I know I'm panicking.

No, no, no. Please, not now. I want to enjoy this, us. My unstable emotions are driving me crazy. I was never like this.

Sometimes I can't even recognize myself, and it's been hard to get to know her and let her know me when I'm unsure of who I am. All I'm sure of is that I want and need her. That I have to keep her safe and happy. Always.

Raven's soft voice makes my heart stop dead in my chest. It's as if the world goes quiet. My whole body except my ears and brain stops working. Allowing me to hear her words.

'I can hear you think, handsome. It's giving me a headache. Don't worry about it. I still love you!'

Her words are bare whispers, but I hear them loud. As if she had been screaming them for the entire house to hear. Her breathing is steady, keeping a rhythmic pace, soothing me. I follow it and let it lead me back to her. The darkness lets me go. My chest untangles itself, and I'm able to breathe. I relaxed by taking a couple of deep breaths before whispering her name like a question, wondering if she was awake.

But there is no answer.

Not as much as a twitch or yawn. She's sleeping peacefully in my arms.

Disappointment festers in my chest. It doesn't count. But I desperately want the last words to be the truth.

I rub my nose over her ear as I whisper her name, hoping for a response. 'Raven?'

I'm met by more silence.

It's with a deep sigh I give up on getting a coherent answer. I kiss Raven's soft hair, ear, and warm neck before placing my head on hers. I close my eyes to the calming sound of her breaths. I feel her back push against my chest as air fills her lungs, expanding her body before leaving again. I let the sound of her soar in the room, finding its way to my ears before pulling me into the land of dreams with the hopes of her telling me she loves me when she's awake.