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16 - Submission

"Not too loud, little bird."

Snow cupped her mouth dampening the screams that followed. Torryn knelt before her. Snow's body lay so close to the edge of the bed as the base of her hips cushioned his manhood. Her slick warmth made Torryn let out a low growl.

The full might of his wild unrelenting need for her showed. He separated her legs. His grip firm and strong on her hips.

Torryn's body slid down between her legs. He stopped when his manhood touched where she ached the most. His solid mound brushed her as she shuddered.

"In me," Her voice faint and brittle.

"Louder," He ordered.

"Inside me," she raised her voice as a moan interlaced between the words.

Snow called out his name when he sheathed himself inside her. His movements powerful and slow thrusting until he could not help but roll his eyes in pleasure. She had him splintering around her.

Torryn's hand found the curve of her shoulders as he pulled her closer, slamming into her as both moved together.

It was unending, his thrusts made the delicate skin where he entered flush red. As Snow went over the edge, Torryn gritted his teeth with the growing pull of her chasm. Snow was panting, begging, calling out his name when Torryn roared, a low oozing rumble from his chest.

Both wolves stirred in unison, each of his thrust Snow received in welcome. Her hands gripped his back as he loved her slow and hard. Their skin glistened until the fire of the woods were nothing but embers.

And when Snow began to rapture, he growled and went with her.

Snow

"I love you,"

Snow bit the words as she stood beside her sisters at the great hall. The hands on her sides became pale. The cold limbs tugged on to the fitting collar of her dress to let the skin of her neck loose. It was an attempt to breathe with no relief. Her lungs struggled. The air was thick. Their eyes were piercing.

I love you.

Snow's face lost all color just thinking about it. Nausea sent cold drops of sweat on her forehead. Her skin became translucent as the blue veins of her lids showed. She was to hold it together until Victor's Welcome ended.

The Grimlakes stood before the crowd. Each clan with their flag clustered before the five she-wolves. She and her sisters were in their best dresses, cheeks and lips brushed with rouge, head of hair neatly pulled back - well except for Snow who had the rebellious curls out on her shoulders. The five of them were lined up, letting the crowd bask in their presence. With no one or nothing to hold on to, Snow was certain that if she fainted, the cold marble would be glad enough to catch her. She licked her lips and tasted bile.

Snow caught a glimpse of the Burnwood flag and felt like she could spill her insides. A memory of her and Torryn's love making made her wince. She hid the expression with a trembling hand. The pale limb shielded her face as she coughed.

No matter how many times she traced the memory, Snow could not understand why she managed to say such things. I love you.

Her feet wobbled. A trembling hand braced the cold skin of her forehead.

She told him she loved him.

Right as their bodies ceased to tremble with their release, Torryn eased her down under the covers. He took hold of the sheets and covered her shuddering body. Then, he spoke in her ear, telling her he was to leave. She resisted holding on to his arms. But, the promise of his return calmed her as sleep began to take over. Before she surrendered in deep slumber, her lips carelessly spoke the words.