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the hour of the wolf part IV

[Prologue | Part One] [Part II] [Part III]

Pyrexic heat unfolded between them, disturbed neither by wind nor rain nor the uniquely alpha howls that sifted through the trees like whispers. Ben was almost surprised at the sound, the intrusion, for the start of the mating ceremony felt long ago, as thought it had been days ago when he had first broken through the trees, quick and lithe and hungry.

Stifling heat rose from beneath Rey's collar, the sweat that polished the skin above her brow so mouthwateringly sweet that Ben ached to catch each droplet with his tongue and savour the taste. His fingers were quick, almost clumsy with the desperation that pumped palpably through him, as they worked at the laces clasped between her breasts, the gland that bloomed at the side of her neck beginning to pulse in time with the staccato of her heart and the throbbing between her legs.

They held each other closer, bodies curved against each other, melded together. Alpha and omega become one, so that the heat of her body and the heat of his body soon became the heat of their bodies, and suddenly it felt as though the frigid rain that fell around them was not cold enough, as though the the icy fog that slid down from Alderaan’s massive mountains was not strong enough.

They were fire incarnate, grasping and reaching and razing, burning through their surroundings until only they remained, until they were so engulfed in heat and darkness that there was no longer any need to try and mask it, to try to contain it, to act as though every nerve in their bodies had not been suddenly set alight and electrified with anticipation and excitement.

"Rey..." he breathed against the shell of her ear, and the heat in his voice was new and dark with promise. The word, one she had heard a thousand times before, sent a frisson of exhilaration through her, the silken smallclothes swathing her hips shifting as her thighs clasped together, seeking friction.

The words came out like rolling thunder, gruff and gritty, and so arousing that she could feel her legs begin to shake. "Omega."

The friction of her body against his caused her shift to rise higher up her tanned thighs, Ben relishing in the feel of her soft skin as his fingers curved across her strong legs. He could feel the way her trembling fingers pulled at the bodice of her shift until the rich fabric unspooled in her hands, sliding down her arms to hook at each of her thin wrists and billow in the cold breeze like a specter’s robes.

The fabric ballooned to the ground, useless as a fur cloak in Jakku, and Rey stood before him in only her silken smallclothes, the woven fabric slung so low on her hips, that he could see her properly, bold and bare and beautiful.

He watched her, stunned by her beauty, wishing there would ever be a way to capture the magnificence of his omega, the lustre of her dark curls, the depth of her leonine eyes, the softness of each parted lip. His eyes swept across her, drinking in every inch of her, the slope of her neck and the divot of her collarbones, the roundness of each breast, wishing he could memorise the exact shade of each nipple, pebbled in the cold air despite the hot blood that pounded through her veins and the hot breath that escaped his lips as he bent to nose at the cavern between each breast.

Rey tipped her head back as the pleasure that thrummed through her increased to a steady vibration as his rough thumbs stroked across her nipples, Ben capturing each shuddering breath she offered as he kissed her, long and deep and devouring. Tasting her, taking his time to lavish in her, to pull her against him and swallow every moan she offered.

Ben held her firm against him, dipping his head to press his cheek to the basin of her collarbones, so blinded by desire that he was unable to resist the call of the alpha within, who begged to touch her, to taste her, to claim her. She could feel the hardness fighting against the laces of his breeches as the buttons marching down the chest of his doublet were, the omega inside her preening at the knowledge that she had done that.

He was hungry in a way that flooded every bone in his body, desperate for her in a way only starving men could understand. Desperate to touch her, to pleasure her, to explore her, to learn every detail about her body and her mind and her soul, and memorise it all.

His uncinate nose dragged languidly along the graceful curve of her neck, his eyes fluttering as he nosed at her gland, so blinded by the purity of her scent that for a moment sight was too overwhelming to bear. She smelled of calendula and ylang-ylang, of bushels of sweet flowered jasmine and pods of cinnamon being broken apart for baking, of spiced wine from the coffers of Bespin and sugar just on the fringes of burning, of the gulps of fresh sea air he had taken such pleasure in as a child at his grandmother's Naboo court.

His chest was fit to burst from the rearing of the alpha within, who thrashed and roared loud as the crack of a whip, demanding that he touch her, taste her, claim her.

Blood rushed passed his ears like waves breaking against sand, and before Ben could even utter a word of warning his head had bowed to her neck, his tongue laving languidly across her skin before pressing flush to the warm gland sheltered at the side of her throat.

Sweetness flooded his pallet, coating his tongue and sliding down his throat like a fine fire spiced ale. It was good, so intoxicatingly, unbearably good, that he couldn't help but latch down on the curve of her neck and taste and taste and taste— until he was openly sucking at her gland as though it was the only thing tethering him to this earth.

Her scent seeped into his blood, consuming him like flame eating away at dry brush, and Rey throbbed with need, all teeth and tongue and gasping breaths, keening softly as Rey leaned against him, allowing her alpha to slake his thirst. The effect of her scent was so powerful that Ben could feel an enervating calmness roll through him, a ball of sedate warmth curling and overlapping and unfurling in his chest, flaring through bone and muscle and fiber until he could feel the way his breathing leveled out, the way his heaving chest began to slow.

There was a howl in the distance but he didn't care. He would kill any man who dared touch her, dared look at her.

Ben inhaled heavily, overjoyed to be finally drinking directly from the source instead of scenting her through cloth and space and distance. The prospect of no longer being an unmated alpha thrilled him, his enthusiasm showing in the way his hand carded gently through her unbound hair, cradling her head in his big palms. His free hand slid across the soft plains of her naked back, bare skin on bare skin, so he could feel the heat of her skin beneath his fingers like freshly forged steel.

Her fingers trembled as they worked the laces of his tunic, pulling roughly until they gave way beneath her fingers, and he could have chuckled at her enthusiasm had he not been so occupied with pulling the tunic over his head, removing the final obstacle that stood between them.

Rey looked at him so intensely he couldn't help but shiver, despite the heat that churned through him. Her eyes raked over him, vulturine, sweeping over the firm plains of his chest, the corded iron of muscle and sinew, the ridges that marked his belly like a set of hills she wanted to traverse.

Ben took pride in her reaction, watching the way her tongue dragged across her bottom lip as her eyes roamed over him. Arousal shone in her eyes like shards of onyx, blown wide with lust as she studied him unflinchingly, the attraction she felt written plain in her face, her lips parted in a little moan of pleasure. He could see the way she looked at him, the way she desired him, his scent, his alpha blood, his overwhelming largeness, the thing that had made him skittish as a child and fearsome as a man, as she admired the body he had spent so many years working, honing, for his omega. For her.

Her eyes lowered to the scar that cleaved across his chest. Ben shivered as the pads of her thumb glided over the scarred skin, her fingers mapping a jagged road across the skin of his chest and neck and over the strong ridge of his eye.

Her scent shifted, bittering, no longer the velveteen softness he wanted to bathe in, as fear and sadness flooded her. Instantly the alpha that Ben had pushed back behind the cage of his chest reared its head, launching into action, begging to protect omega, to help omega, to please omega.

He caught her hand and kissed each one of her fingers, biting gently into the meat of her thumb to bring her attention back to him. Rey met his even gaze and waded into the depth of his eyes, the blackness that engulfed them so impossibly deep that they seemed to contain volumes, and Ben reeled in surprise when he bent to claim her lips and found her dancing away.

She lilted up on her toes and kissed him softly, heat blooming out from the spot where her lips pressed to his bare skin.

Even his skin tasted good, cool against the heat that sparked on the back of her tongue like spice. Ben found himself bending to accommodate her, to allow she continue to besot his face with kisses, her lips journeying across the slope of his scarred cheek down to his strong chin, the line of his chiseled jaw, the deific column of his neck and along the remainder of the scars angular curve.

He made a hollow noise, low and grumbled at the back of his throat like the gnarl of an animal, the way she whispered his name against the shell of his ear causing all the blood in his body to rush to his throbbing cock.

Rey claimed his lips again, accepting each hungry kiss he offered until she felt breathless, dizzied, starved, moans rising and meeting until they were gasping. Ben sucked down each of the little, pleasured whines she offered, the way his body responded to hers almost astounded him— for though he had endured many heats over the years, none had ever had such an effect on him, had ever made him feel this way.

His hands splayed across her back as he held her to him, one pressed to the divot between her shoulders and the other sliding down her lower back, warm as steel plate in summer sun and so big that it seemed to spread across the span of her waist and swallow her whole.

Mine, Ben thought, holding her tight. He felt dizzy, felt on fire, felt as though a skin of icy water had been dumped over his head. This is mine.

Her small thighs had moved to sandwich one of his larger ones between them, leaving the weight of her body braced almost completely against him. Her lips parted to allow his tongue to slide across hers, tasting the sweetness of her lips, of her mouth, of each tender touch she offered.

He could feel his heart hammering so loudly in his chest that he wondered if she could hear it too, if she could feel it too, if she knew that it beat just for her.

"Alpha..." Rey murmured, breathless.

Her lips were puffy from the fierceness of his kisses, a shade of red so pretty Ben could not help but kiss her deeper, licking into her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip, and despite the tightness with which Rey clasped her thighs he could still smell her heat, smell her skin, smell the slick that could never be masked, even the strongest or most potent of perfumes.

"What is it, sweeting?" he breathed, the deep timbre of his voice betrayed by the growling whine emitted at the tail end of his question.

There was wine on her tongue but he was already drunk on her touch, her kiss, the way her fingers climbed his arms and grasped hungrily at the firm muscle that flexed there, and no amount of wine could have been more intoxicating.

He cradled her head in his big palms, thumbs running tenderly across the declivity of her cheek, over her lips, feeling his fingers push passed her soft lips and into the cavern of her warm mouth. They moaned in unison, Ben's eyes flashing with something dangerous as he watched her lips close around his thick fingers, taking him so deep into her mouth that his cock could not help but respond.

Her skin shone like silk in the silver-gold moonlight, the sweat that polished her brow nearly glimmering in the semi-darkness. "Alpha I...." she said, her voice muffled by the fingers he couldn't seem to pull away from her mouth.

He could feel spit slide down his finger as she spoke, her mouth so warm and wet that it took every ounce of restraint for him to not fish his cock out of his breeches and test its depth by other means. "Alpha please." Rey said, and the words smudged in the air like sage.

Her voice was high and breathy, punctured by breathless moans that lilted each time she grinded herself down against the thigh wedged between her own. A glimmer of hot pain shot through him and he groaned, knowing at once from the unfamiliarity of the pain that it was his body's response to an unknotted omega in heat being so close.

He pressed his hand to the space between her hips, long fingers spreading across her belly in an attempt to soothe the pain that roiled within, the pressure of his palm and the movement of his leg working to sooth the pain for the moment.

Ben buried his face in the curve between her neck and naked shoulder, inhaling her scent— all perfume and spice and sweetness.

"I've got you, Rey." he promised. His voice was gravel, ice and stone, roiling over her like the stormy thunder that grumbled in the distance of the mountains, and it made her shiver, made her ache, made slick run down her trembling thighs. "I've got you, omega. My omega."

His voice was so rich, so heady with desire and hunger and assurance, so thick with the promise of protection, that not only was the omega that struggled inside of her soothed— but the woman outside of her, all trembling legs and churning belly and wide, lusting eyes, was too.

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