Chapter 7 Possession

-MOONSHADOW PACK TERRITORY-

Alpha Philip paced back and forth across the expanse of the hall, his mind reeling. Who was the man with Madeleine? Why couldn't he track them after they disappeared? Why was Madeleine with him?

He stopped pacing when he heard a knock on the door. "Enter."

His Beta, Luke, walked in. He was of average height; less than six feet tall but it did not take away from the lethality he was capable of.

"Alpha," Luke began. "We could not find her. None of us have been able to pick up her scent since she disappeared with that man and the bird."

Philip stalked forward, his gaze cold. "So, you're telling me that you all failed?"

"You were there, Alpha," Luke continued, choosing his words carefully. "Whoever that man is, he can use magic. He is the only obvious reason why we can't track Madeleine."

"I want her back. Alive," Philip stated, his eyes glinting with rage.

"And the man?" Luke asked.

"Kill him and bring Madeleine and the griffin back alive," was the growled response.

Luke's eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed at Philip, wondering what was driving his actions. The venom in Philip's voice, the glint of rage in his eyes, it was all unnecessary for the task at hand.

There was no need for Madeleine to be brought back alive but Luke knew better than to question Philip's orders, especially not when he was in a state like this.

"I'll gather the trackers, Alpha," Luke said, his tone neutral. "We'll find Madeleine and bring her back."

Philip's gaze didn't waver, his eyes burning with an inner fire. "See that you do," he growled.

Luke nodded and turned to leave, but not before casting a concerned glance at Philip. Something was wrong, and Luke couldn't quite put his finger on it.

As soon as Luke was gone, Philip's control snapped. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he swore as he smashed his fists onto the nearby table, sending wood splintering everywhere.

Just as he was about to lose himself completely to his rage, a soft voice cut through the chaos.

"Philip, calm down."

Rebecca's voice was like a balm to his frazzled nerves. He turned to her, his eyes still blazing with anger, but as he looked into her calm, gentle face, he felt his rage begin to dissipate.

She stepped closer, her hands reaching out to touch his chest, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin. Philip's eyes dropped to her hands, feeling a shiver run down his spine as she touched him.

Rebecca's hands slid up his chest, her fingers wrapping around the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. Philip's lips clashed with hers, the touch sending a spark of desire through him.

As they kissed, Philip felt his anger melt away, replaced by a growing sense of lust. Rebecca's touch was like a soothing balm, calming the storm that had been raging inside him.

But even as he lost himself in the kiss, Philip couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. There was something more driving his behavior, something he couldn't quite explain but he didn't care.

He grabbed Rebecca by the neck, deepening the kiss and pulling both of their clothes off as he backed her up against the wall.

Rebecca kissed his chin, then his neck and pressed her teeth to his neck, nibbling and sucking hard enough to leave marks. Each kiss was a claim, a statement of possession that went beyond physical connection.

His hand snaked between them to cup her breast, his thumb rubbing across her hard nipple through her clothes. Jolts of sensation arced into her womb, making her sway with the force of her growing need. Their bodies communicated what words couldn't express, each touch a promise of what was to come.

His erection throbbed against her belly, and she felt herself growing wet and slick in response.

Sweat beaded up along her spine as she kissed a path down his chest and abdomen, until she was on her knees at his feet. The vulnerability in her position contrasted with the power she held over him in this moment.

Rebecca wrapped her fingers around his erection and licked across the wide end. The touch ignited something primal between them, a hunger impossible to ignore. His breath caught, eyes darkening with desire as he watched her explore him with delicate precision.

Philip grabbed the back of her head in one hand and his throbbing cock in the other. "Open," he growled, rubbing himself against her lips. The command held both demand and plea, revealing his desperate need for her.

Rebecca smiled and did as he asked, taking his cock into her sweet mouth once more. The hot suction drove him mad, making him fuck her mouth with short, shallow thrusts. She took him as deep as she could, but it wasn't enough. It would never be enough.

Pressure built in his balls as he watched her cheeks hollow out with every stroke. Her fingernails scraped over his sac, making him suck in a hard breath. It was too much sensation and yet still not enough.

Her hips began to undulate, and he saw she had her hand between her thighs. A moan of pleasure vibrated out of her throat, tickling his cock. The dual pleasure of giving and receiving heightened every sensation, binding them together in shared bliss.

She pulled her mouth from his erection with a sucking pop. The momentary separation created unbearable tension, a void that demanded to be filled.

Rebecca pushed Philip down onto the floor and straddled him with determined purpose .She moved her hips, sliding herself against his cock, her body telegraphing her intentions clearly as she positioned herself above him

Rebecca angled her body and slid down, impaling herself on Philip's cock. The snug grip was perfect, their bodies joining as if designed for one another. Time suspended as they adjusted to the sensation of becoming one.

Philip's fingers curled around her, cupping her flesh, and he felt the velvet thrust of her tight nipples against each palm. Every point of contact between them buzzed with electric awareness.

He sat up and pulled her close, kissing her mouth. She moaned against his tongue and her fingernails bit into his back. Pain and pleasure mingled, the boundaries between them blurring as they moved together.

The sinuous moves of her hips, and the soft sounds of pleasure falling from her lips created a hypnotic rhythm. Their bodies found a natural cadence, each movement building upon the last.

He leaned down, catching the tip of her breast in his mouth, sucking her nipple hard the way he knew she liked. Her pussy fluttered around him, and her back arched as she sucked in a gasp.

She was close. He could feel it as her pussy contracted around his cock, driving him forward with an urgent need to make her come.

Philip flipped Madeleine over and now he could slide nice and deep, hitting all the spots that made her breath catch in her lungs. Their connection transcended physical pleasure, becoming something more profound with each thrust.

He reached between them and found her tight little clit with his finger. She was so wet, it was easy to slide across it and make her cry out, over and over. She coiled tighter with each gliding touch, tension building toward inevitable release.

She let out a gasping sob and then she exploded, her body pulsing with the waves of her orgasm. The universe contracted to this single point of ecstasy, everything else falling away as pleasure consumed her.

His body spasmed as his orgasm tore through him, strangling the breath from his lungs. Wave after wave pummeled him as his cock spurted inside of her. Their shared climax binding them together.

They lay on the floor in each other's arms, spent and revelling in the post-sex euphoria, Philip's chest rising and fallimg in the steady rhythm of deep slumber.

Rebecca positioned herself on one elbow, creating a silent sentinel post from which to observe him. She traced the shadow beneath his collarbone with her eyes, taking note of the faint mark her teeth had left. It may have been a temporary brand, but it was symbolic nonetheless.

"No one will take you from me. I'll do anything," she whispered, her voice barely disturbing the air between them. "Anything."