svu & fourth wing obsessed

His eyes search mine for a moment, seeking validation, and the corner of my lip rises. 

Still kneeling in front of me, his hand trails up my side, finding the line of buttons holding my dress together. He pops them undone one by one until the dress falls to the floor and pools at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my underwear. I'd feel exposed with anyone else, but this is Bodhi. 

He kisses a soft trail from one hip bone to the other and then looks up at me. I tangle my fingers in his curls as his kisses grow hungrier, and his teeth nip at my skin. I tug his hair lightly, pulling his head back so that he looks at me. 

"I want you, Bodhi," I say lowly, and he looks at me with half-closed eyes and parted lips. "All of you. No holding back." 

"Tell me you mean it," He rasps. 

"Let me show you."

Slowly lowering my shields, I slide my hands from his hair to the sides of his face. 

"Close your eyes," I whisper. 

The ache that I feel for him is tremendous. In all aspects: sexually, physically, mentally, hell, even spiritually. I think back to the night the light manifested into my hands and how I wanted to kiss him in the shower. This wanting, this yearning that I have felt for him is devastating. It hurts in the best and worst ways.  

I crave him. All of him, the good and the bad. I want it all. It's unfair to want someone this badly.

The feelings rush through me, and I push them out one by one as soon as they hit. 

His thumb brushes against my cheek, and I don't realize that a single tear has rolled down my cheek til he swipes it away.  

My eyes open, and I look down at him, searching for any reaction. 

His name is almost off my lips when he surges to his feet, his lips melting into mine before he's even fully standing. His hands find my face, cupping where my jaw and neck meet, thumbs brushing against my skin as he pushes me back toward the bed. 

"You're going to ruin me, Ani," He says in between kissing me. 

His tongue delves into my mouth, gliding against mine, and I whimper as I fall back onto the mattress. At some point from the middle of my room to here, he lost his shirt. I've seen him shirtless plenty of times, but in this light, it is an entirely new sensation. The way his muscles move under the dim light of the moon, his relic shimmering up his arm. 

He crawls on top of me, pinning me in between his hands as he leans down pressing a punishing kiss to my lips. I breathe in each kiss like it's the only thing keeping me alive. Like it all could be snatched away from me at a moment's notice. 

Cupping my cheek with one hand and trailing a line of kisses from my jaw to my neck. He lets his hand trail down my waist, fingers digging into my hip as he kisses down the valley of my breasts. 

"So fucking perfect," He mutters against my skin before taking my nipple into his mouth. I gasp softly, my fingers retangling themselves in his hair. 

"Bodhi." My eyes flutter shut as he kisses from one nipple across my chest to the other and repeats the action. He leaves kisses all over my body, wherever he moves, like he's praising me. 

"What do you need? Tell me," He breathes against my skin, his fingers slowly tugging my underwear down. 

Instinctively, I press my thighs together. 

"You don't have to hide from me." His fingers brush against the sides of my thighs. "We can stop at any moment." 

"N-no." The word comes out too quickly, and he laughs softly before kissing the inside of my knee. 

"I want you ready for me." His eyes darken as he slowly parts my thighs. "I want to take care of you first. Is that okay?" 

He hooks his arms under my thighs and pulls me towards him, pressing hungry kisses to the insides of my thighs. He sucks and nips at the skin and all I can do is bite into my lip to not make a sound. 

"Look at me," He says gently, and I almost don't catch it, so he repeats it sternly, "Look at me." 

I tear my eyes from the ceiling and force myself to look at him.

"I want to hear you," He says and I barely have time to nod before his tongue is flush against my clit and my hips involuntarily buck into his mouth. He sucks and nips and fucking eats like he's never had anything so good. 

My eyes flutter shut, and he taps his fingers against my thigh, which I can tell is him telling me to look at him. His gaze holds mine when he dips two fingers into my heat, the stretch slightly stinging in the best way, his tongue moving in deliberate strokes.

"Just soaking for me, aren't you?" He pulls away from my clit with a pop and I can't even form a coherent thought as he continues to drive his fingers into me at a steady pace. His free hand reaches up, pulling one of mine from his hair and lacing our fingers together. 

It's hard to believe that I had him on his knees in front of me moments ago, and now I was a withering mess under him. 

He licks from my entrance back to my clit, reattaching his lips there and sucking. I let my head fall back into my pillow, tugging him by his hair further between my thighs if that were even possible. He groans in response sending vibrations through my clit, curling his fingers upward. 

"Bodhi- fuck," I cry out, my hips rolling against the palm of his hand, the coil in my lower belly pulling tighter and tighter until it finally snaps. 

I can feel my walls pulsing around his fingers as he continues to drive them into me, through my orgasm. 

"That's it, sweet girl." He places a kiss on my inner thigh when it finally subsides and then brings his face back to mine. 

I cup his jaw, pulling his lips to mine. My tongue finds his, and I whine when I taste my own arousal. 

"So fucking sweet," He practically growls, bringing his fingers to his lip, licking them clean. It's obscene, but it makes me more desperate for him. 

"I-" The words are on the tip of my tongue, but thoughts refuse to form. 

"I can't help you if you don't tell me what you need," He's fucking teasing me at this point. That's just not fair, now is it?

I want to be back in control. I liked it when he was on his knees begging for my forgiveness. 

I pull him in for a kiss, tugging his bottom lip between my teeth. A sound resonates in the back of his throat that I can't decipher, but his hand is on my neck in a position that has me clenching around nothing.

"I want you inside me." I trail my hand down his bare chest, giving my fingers grace to brush over the bumps that I know are scars. I dip my hand under the waistband of his jeans, biting my lip at how hard he is for me. He breathes out, his forehead falling against mine as I tease him through his briefs. "Now."

He pulls away from me and stands up just to pull his pants and briefs off, freeing his hard length. My lips part slightly as I sit up on my elbows. Well, I had a feeling, but the confirmation is just... he's big, to say the least. 

He lifts my hips, tucking one of his pillows underneath me before he crawls back between my thighs. Teasing must be his favorite thing because he drags the tip of leaking cock between my folds, nudging at my clit making my hips buck forward again. 

"You're being mean," I whine. 

"Have some patience, baby," He laughs, and I giggle when he leans down to press a kiss to my forehead, then my nose, then my lips. 

"Look at me," I mock his words from earlier as he presses my thighs open further. The weight of him between my legs reminds me of being on the mat, but this is so much more intimate. 

"Still okay?" He asks, his tone softer, and I nod. 

Our gazes are fixed on one another when I guide the tip of his cock to my entrance and he slowly pushes in. Neither of us folds, staring into the other's eyes as he sinks in, inch by inch. My nails dig into his shoulder blades at the sting, and both of our lips part as we breathe out. He's the first to break when he finally moans once he's seated to the hilt. 

A small sound of discomfort leaves my lips before I can stop it, and his eyebrows furrow with concern. It's a combination of the way he's splitting me open and the nerves I'm suddenly feeling with him between my legs. 

"I'm sorry," I say quietly. "It's been a while since-"

"Don't be sorry." He presses his lips to mine in the most gentle kiss I've ever received. "Never be sorry." 

With a few deep breaths to help adjust to the size of him, I nod my head. He drags his cock out slowly and then pushes back in, just as slow. I'm more than wet enough for him, and the way he glides in and out sends shivers down my spine. 

"Fits so perfect," He groans, "Like you were made for me." 

His head rests in the crook of my neck and bites gently at the skin there, eliciting a moan from me. The rhythm he sets is just what I need to adjust, and it has me whimpering underneath him in less than a minute. 

My nails are not kind to his skin as he pulls out almost fully before thrusting back into me to the hilt. His lips don't leave my skin when he squeezes the pressure points at my throat making my pussy throb around him. I thrust my hips upwards, flipping us over so that I'm on top, just like I would on the mat. He pushes himself up off the mattress so that his back is against the headboard. I wrap my arms around his neck so that our chests pull flush to one another. The position is ridiculously intimate, and my chest swirls with emotions. His, mine, I don't know, but I don't care. He's here. Pressing into me at an entirely insane angle and it hurts so fucking good. 

"Eyes up here." He cups my jaw in his hand, forcing me to look at him. "I want to look at you when you ride me."

I have to fight my eyes from rolling to the back of my head when I slowly start to roll my hips. It'd been years since I'd been intimate with anyone, but watching the way his head falls against the headboard, breathy moans leaving his lips tells me I'm doing something right. 

My forehead is against his, his hands bruising my waist as he guides my hips up and down his cock. The angle is ruinous, his tip hitting a place within me no one else has ever touched. Our lips are parted, an inch apart, as we swallow each other's breaths and moans, the pace of my hips moving faster. He thrusts upwards, meeting me halfway, and I feel the coil tightening for the second time tonight.

"Bodhi," I whimper against his lips. 

"I know, sweet girl, I can feel it." He kisses my chin. I look between us to see a dim golden light illuminating off my chest. "So fucking tight. So perfect. So beautiful. Let go." 

"Feels so good," whimpers echo off the stone walls of his room, but he shushes me with another kiss. "Right there, fuck, Bodhi."

The muscles in my thighs ache as my legs start to shake. I cry out when he sinks his teeth into my shoulder hard enough that the imprint of his bite is left behind in a bruise. But the primal energy of it all is enough to push me over the edge. My hand is around his throat this time as he continues to pound into me, my walls clenching around him once more. But he doesn't stop as I come around his cock for the first time. He continues to drive into me his nails digging into my spine.

"Give me one more, baby, just one more. I know you can." He's a fucking mess underneath me. He reaches up to brush my hair off my forehead, but I can tell he just wants to see my face. 

"I don't know if I can." My breath is heavy, and I'm overstimulated, but I want to give him everything he wants.

"Read me," He says. "Read me, Ani." 

I search his eyes, cupping his cheeks again as he rolls us back over when he feels my pace stutter. He can tell I'm tired from riding him, and I'm grateful when he takes control again.

The yearning is more prevalent than ever, but there's nothing left to yearn for. He has all of me right here in this bed. Want?

Need.

It's not a want, it's a need.

I need her like I need the air to breathe. She is everything to me, and that terrifies me. 

I need her more than she probably will ever need me, and the revelation is near earth-shattering. 

"I do need you," I shake my head feverishly. 

"You don't understand," He whispers, kissing me again.

So close to my second orgasm; the pressure is building in my lower belly for the third time tonight, and my legs tremble. His hand wraps under my knee, pressing it to my chest so he can drive deeper. I don't care how loud I'm moaning or if anyone can hear us. He's ensuring I become a part of his mattress, and I can't think of anything else. Tears brim the corners of my eyes at the sheer and overwhelming pleasure. A few roll down my cheeks as his name falls off my lips over and over again. 

There is nothing on the Continent that could compare to what I'm feeling right now in this bed. 

"I do," I reassure him. "I'm right where I need to be."

"Fuck, Ania," He moans my name, and it sounds so foreign but I need to hear it everyday for the rest of my life or I won't be content. 

His hand reaches between us finding my clit and he only has to rub a few circles before I come for a third time. He has to hold me in place as I writhe under him. He gets one, two, three more thrusts in before his hips stutter and his cock twitches within me. His release is warm and fills me to the brim. He moans my name as he cups my jaw one more time so I can watch him come undone. 

He stays where he is, the only sound filling the room being our heavy breathing. I clench around him with the last waves of my orgasm, and he bites back another quiet moan. 

"I'm never leaving this bed," He says against my skin, swiping his tongue over the bite mark he left in my shoulder. 

We both moan softly as he pulls himself from my heat, and I wince at the emptiness. That will hurt in the morning. 

He stands up and crosses his room to grab a towel from the armoire. I admire the prominent muscles in his back before he turns back around. He sits on the edge of the bed, and his eyes scan me over once, pausing where I can feel the mixture of our come dripping out of me. My cheeks turn red at the way my chest and hands still lightly glow.

"I will never get enough of this," He says to me as he gently cleans between my thighs. The gesture is so intimate that I almost flinch away from him. I don't know how to handle the domesticity of it. 

I can't find the words. He's everything I wanted when I was younger, and now I've just had him in the most special way. He willingly shared his emotions with me, and it might be the most intensely sexy thing that's ever happened to me during sex.

I have half the mind to wonder how this will be explained to Xaden and Garrick, and god forbid if Beckett were alive. 

"Do you think I mean it now?" I ask as he lies back down next to me. He pulls me into his side, pressing a soft kiss to my head. 

He laughs breathily, and I can feel him nod as I rest my head against his heart. The steady beat nearly lulls me to sleep. 

"It's hard not to." His fingers draw patterns against the skin on my back. "Why were you on the field with Gleigeal? Liam mentioned you were supposed to be at the party, and then Garrick told me he saw you practically run out there."

My heart jumps, and I remember where he had found me earlier tonight. 

"I was irresponsible. I approached a form of burnout, I think." I say softly. "I thought I could hold the emotions of every marked one today, but absorbing too many at once for an extended period backfired." 

"And Gleigeal helped you?" he asks softly. I can sense that he's upset that I thought I could do such a thing. 

"He pushed me to ground and gain control of the situation," I reply. 

"I'm proud of you," He says, tilting my chin to look up at him. 

"I'm proud of me too," I say, and he smiles, leaning down to kiss me gently. 

The question presses at the back of my mind of what happens now. Do we move forward as friends? Are we... exclusive? What happens next?

"Where do we go from here?" I finally ask. 

"I think-"

We are both startled at the sound of banging on the door. He grabs the sheet and wraps it around his waist, and I stand up, ignoring the way my legs wobble. I grab my dress and move to the corner of the room to step back into it. 

He glances at me before he pulls the door open. 

"They're calling a full formation." Garrick says, and my cheeks heat up. "Are you alone?"

"Uh... no?" Bodhi replies, and I cover my mouth to stifle the laugh that escapes my lips.

"Who?" Garrick asks. 

"That's-" 

"I'll take a guess." He's silent for a moment. "Ania, are you decent?"

My jaw unhinges slightly, and the way that my cheeks flush is embarrassing. Bodhi pulls the door open wider, and I appear behind him, fumbling with the buttons of my dress.

"Hi, Garrick," I smile awkwardly. 

"Hmm," Garrick smirks, looking between me and Bodhi. 

"Don't tell Xaden," Bodhi says. 

"Don't tell Xaden what?" Xaden appears, and I wish nothing more than to shrink into a tiny particle and cease to exist. 

He surveys the sight in front of him: Bodhi holding the sheet around his waist, my dress barely buttoned up, and both of our hair a mess. I'm sure red patches litter my neck where he nipped, and with no sleeves, the bruise in the shape of a bite is perfectly visible. 

I want to die at this moment. 

"Cousin," Bodhi laughs nervously. 

"Formation. Now." His square jaw ticks, and I note the way his fingers flex. 

"Yes, sir," Bodhi nods and turns away from the door. He looks back at me to give me a small nod, and then I slide my shoes on quickly before following Garrick and Xaden out of the room. My cheeks are still hot as I follow behind them to the courtyard. 

"Here." Garrick removes his jacket and puts it around my shoulders. "It's cold."

"Thank you," I offer him a smile and tug it around my shoulders. 

I fall into formation next to Rhiannon, and she turns to face me, noticing that I'm still struggling with the line of buttons. Some of them are broken, thanks to Bodhi. Other cadets are still falling into formation frantically as my heart pounds against my chest. Some people are still in their dress uniforms, and others look like they've just been woken up from a deep sleep. It has to be only hours away from sunrise. 

"Do you need help?" Rhiannon asks, and I nod thankfully. 

"I got it," Violet steps in, still in her dress uniform. Rhi nods, and I hide my shock as Violet starts to fix the buttons lining my side.

My body tenses against my will, and I finally speak, "Thank you."

"I've been kind of a bitch recently and I wanted to apologize," She says. She could've been done by now, but she's taking her time fixing my dress. 

"Why?" I ask. "I didn't do anything to you." 

She takes a deep breath and then shakes her head once. "Xaden." 

"I don't understand," I look at her. She pats my side, signaling she's finished, and I lower my arm and turn to face her. 

"I was the impression that we were sharing his time," She says. She embarrassed but I don't say anything. 

My brows furrow as I try to process what she means, and then it clicks. "You thought me and Xaden?" 

I nearly gag. The man is the closest thing alive that I have to a brother. 

"It's not my proudest moment," She raises her hands in defense. "He told me tonight that you two were raised together. Why didn't you tell me?"

I shrug. "I was ashamed to have this relic when I entered the quadrant. What would people think if they knew that Fen Riorson was basically my uncle?" 

"I understand," She nods, "But regardless, I am sorry, Ania. You didn't deserve how I treated you." 

I sense that she's genuine, so I smile softly, "Apology accepted."

"Where the hell were you?" Ridoc asks as he falls in line, "I was banging on your door for like ten minutes." 

"She had a busy night, can't you tell?" Liam teases as he buttons the top of his uniform. He had a busy night, too. 

Ridoc glares at Liam as Dain approaches, finally. Hopefully, now we can have some answers for what the hell is going on. 

"Riders Quadrant!" We all stand at attention as Panchek's voice booms across the courtyard. "Welcome to the last event of this year's War Games."

I release the breath I didn't know I was holding, and I have to slam my shields shut to block out the surge of anger that rushes through my veins. People are pissed. 

General Aetos steps forward and explains the initiative, assigning Fourth Wing to the southeast. The exercise is supposed to be five days, and we're given a limited amount of time to pack. 

Once we're dismissed, I call out to Gleigeal.

"Gleigeal."

"I'll be awaiting you in the field," He replies. 

Formation breaks after Dain gives us orders, and everyone scurries back to the dorms. Sensing the excitement from everyone else in the quadrant, I make it my own. This is just War Games. We won the first battle and I'll be damned if we don't win the last too. A five-day exercise will be a great learning experience. 

I step out of my room with my pack, and Liam is already waiting for me. 

"Xaden is going to pull us into his headquarters squad," Liam says quietly as we walk toward the flight field. 

"What? Why?" I ask. 

"Because they're going to try and organize a drop while we're out. We need to see how it's done since it'll be primarily our responsibility once he and Garrick leave." He explains, and I nod. I've only heard a little bit about the so-called "drops" that they do, but I don't know what it is or what they're for. I just know that it's supposed to aid in defeating the venin that threatens the borders. 

"Wingleader." Dain's anger is hard to block out when Xaden approaches. At least I'm prepared, knowing that I'm being pulled into his squad. 

Liam gives me a nod just as he and Xaden get into it over Violet joining his squad. That I was not aware of. I suppose it makes sense because their dragons are mated. 

"Liam, Imogen and Ania are coming too." He adds the final blow, and I swear Dain nearly pops a vein.

"You're pulling three of my best squadmates, and for what?" He bellows. If I weren't me, I would never imagine talking to Xaden Riorson that way. Dain has balls, I'll give him that.

I awkwardly back against Gleigeal's leg, trying to avoid whatever conflict is going on between my Squad Leader and Xaden and Violet. 

Gleigeal is in a much better mood after a couple of hours of sleep.

"You're chipper, aren't you?" I tease. 

"We're going on our first drop, you aren't chipper?" He replies with a chuff, and I laugh.

"I'm quite chipper myself." I don't think I've ever used the word "chipper" in my life. Maybe it's the post sex bliss despite everything going on, but I am indeed chipper.

"Oh, trust me, I know," He says, and I roll my eyes. 

"You are ridiculous." I huff. 

"Speaking of..." Gleigeal nods his head, and I look over in that direction.

"Ania," Bodhi approaches me, glancing down at Garrick's jacket.

I glance over and catch Ridoc staring at us. He averts his gaze quickly, and my lips twitch downward in a frown. No way he's upset with me over this?

"I'm coming with you guys to Athebyne," I tell him. 

"We'll talk more when we get there, okay?" He says.

"Do you promise?" I smile, and he holds his pinky finger up.

"Promise," I link my pink with his. I almost stand on my toes to kiss him, but I stop myself, remembering the rest of my squadmates are around. He notices my hesitation and then takes a quick glance around before leaning down to kiss me softly, our pinkies still linked.

"I'll see you there," I tell him. "Go." 

He laughs as I gently shove him towards the direction he came from. 

"You two are sickening." Gleigeal blows steam at my back, and I glare at him.

"Someone is jealous," I mutter out loud as I mount him. He pretends he's gonna drop his leg, and I gasp, thinking I'm about to fall. His laugh rattles my head, and I glare at him.

"Who's jealous?"

Dick.

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