Silent Wonderland

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63012325/chapters/161375584

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Elysia’s nose twitched as she paced around the bedroom, her whole body buzzing with restless energy. The house was tranquil this evening - the children were with her sister, Juniper, giving her and Rowan a rare moment of privacy. The thought of their three little ones brought a soft smile to her lips, but the primal need coursing through her body quickly overpowered any maternal instincts. It was happening again, the familiar pull of her cycle - a biological force that left her craving her husband with an intensity that she could never truly control.

Anxiously, her tail flicked as she shot another glance at the clock. Time seemed to crawl, and every second was an agonizing reminder that he was still away. She had tried to distract herself by tidying up the house, keeping her hands busy with chores that usually soothed her nerves. But it was no use - nothing could quell the restless energy burning within her. She let out a soft groan, her ears drooping slightly. There was still another hour before Rowan would be home, and the tension within her only grew sharper, the ache between her legs intensifying with each passing minute.

“Why today?” she whispered, flopping onto the bed. The sheets, carrying faint traces of Rowan’s scent, teased her heightened senses, making her body burn hotter with need. She buried her face in the pillow, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she gripped the fabric tightly. Her skin felt too hot, every nerve alight with the urgency of her cycle. It was more than desire - it was biological, a primal urge to mate, to be filled, to find relief in the only way her body knew how.

She needed him.

She believed a bath might help despite recognizing it was futile. Still, it was better than writhing in frustration on the bed. With a sigh, she pushed herself up and made her way to the washroom, her movements slow and deliberate, as if the air were thick with tension.

As she passed the mirror, her reflection caught her eye, and she paused. Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and her green eyes were half-lidded with unspoken desire. She looked different - her body responding to the lust gripping her tightly. Her lower lip trembled as she bit down on it, a thrill shooting through her at the sight of herself. Her hands moved without her realizing, drifting up the laces of her bodice. A slight smirk played on her lips as she began loosening the ties, the anticipation of release building within her.

As the cool air brushed against her exposed skin, she shivered. Her nipples hardened instantly, the sensation sending a ripple of pleasure through her that made her gasp softly. Every touch, every breath, seemed amplified. Rowan’s faint scent filled the air - rich and thick with a smell similar to sandalwood, practically calling for her mate to come home. The need gnawed at her mind, visceral and raw, making it impossible to think of anything else.

Elysia’s hand drifted down, grazing over the soft curve of her stomach until it found the waistband of her skirt. She slid it down slowly, revealing the smooth, creamy skin of her thighs. Her body trembled with every touch, her breathing shallow as her fingers found the lace of her panties, brushing gently against the warmth between her legs. Even the faintest touch made her gasp, her body reacting immediately, the instinctual need for him more vital than ever.

Her mind wandered to Rowan — his hands, touch, and warmth. He was the only one who could calm the storm inside her, the only one who could soothe the desperate ache her body demanded she fulfill. It was instinctive and primal, a cycle she had gone through many times before. But even as the animalistic urge to mate consumed her, she wanted more. She wanted him to ease the ache, be close, and feel his love in every touch.

Without realizing it, her fingers slipped beneath the lace, finding the slick heat of her arousal. A soft moan escaped her lips, but she instinctively raised her free hand to cover her mouth, muffling the sound as her fingers moved urgently. Her body trembled as every nerve came alive with the need for his touch, for him to claim her. Her hips rolled in rhythm with her hand, but it wasn’t enough.

Her breath quickened, her fingers moving faster as her mind filled with images of Rowan - his body against hers, his hands knew exactly how to touch her, and his lips trailing over her skin. Her heart pounded harder, the fantasy driving her closer to the edge. She craved him with such desperation, her body and mind working in unison to bring her to the brink of release.

Just as she was about to tip into bliss, the front door opening echoed through the house. Her eyes flew open in panic, her ears perked up, and her body rigidified.

“I’m home early!” Rowan’s cheerful voice called out.

Elysia scrambled to pull up her dress, nearly tripping over her feet in haste. “W-welcome home, dear!” she called back, her voice an octave higher than usual.

Her heart raced as she frantically smoothed her hair and straightened her dress. In her flustered state, she knocked over a vase, sending it crashing to the floor.

“Is everything all right?” Rowan’s voice was filled with concern as he quickened his pace.

Elysia winced, her legs trembling, the throbbing need between her thighs making it difficult to focus on anything other than him. Her pulse thudded in her ears, but she forced a bright smile, desperately trying to steady her breath.

“Y-Yes! Everything is fine!” she called out, bending down to hastily pick up the broken shards. Her fingers fumbled with the shards, her heart racing as she prayed her flushed cheeks wouldn’t betray her.

Rowan stepped over the threshold, his familiar smile beaming as he glanced at the broken vase. He raised an eyebrow but quickly brushed it off with a chuckle. “Busy day, I take it?” he teased, dropping his bag onto the bed - right on the spot where she had been writhing moments before.

Elysia clenched her thighs together, swallowing the lump in her throat as his bag pressed into the lingering scent of her arousal. She forced a nervous laugh. “You could say that,” she murmured, standing awkwardly by the bed, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her skirt.

Rowan scanned the room, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Where are the kids?” he asked. “It’s too quiet.”

Elysia’s ears perked up, relief flooding her as she latched onto the change in topic. “Oh! They’re with Juniper today. She offered to watch them so we could have a little... alone time.” She stumbled slightly over the words, her face flushing deeper with embarrassment.

Rowan’s eyes widened, realization dawning on him. “Alone time, huh?” His playful grin returned, but he seemed blissfully unaware of her earlier activities. “Well, that explains the silence. I was starting to worry they’d finally mastered the art of stealth.”

Elysia managed a weak laugh, grateful he hadn’t pieced together why she looked so flustered. “Yeah, I figured it was a good opportunity for us to... relax.” Her voice wavered again, her heart pounding at the double meaning.

He walked up to her, his fingers gently brushing her flushed cheek. “You look a little red. Are you feeling alright?”

Elysia stiffened under his touch, her pulse quickening. “I’m fine, really!” she blurted, her voice a little too eager. “Just, um, warm. The house feels warm today, doesn’t it?”

He glanced around, then shrugged. “I guess so.” His fingers brushed a stray lock of hair behind her left ear, and she tensed, her body responding instantly to the innocent touch. He leaned in and pressed a quick, chaste kiss to her lips. “I’m going to go wash up.”

The moment he pulled away, Elysia exhaled the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her eyes followed him as he turned to head toward the washroom, her heart still thumping, the ache between her legs relentless and unsatisfied.

He paused in the doorway, glancing back with a teasing grin. “Try not to knock anything else over, okay?”

Her stomach dropped, and she gave him a sheepish smile. “I’ll try.”

Once he disappeared into the washroom, Elysia let out a soft, frustrated groan. She collapsed onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The raw tension from earlier refused to dissipate, her body still alight with desire. She squeezed her thighs together, cursing the untimely interruption. How was she supposed to calm herself down now, with him just a room away, blissfully unaware?

Elysia’s body still thrummed with unresolved fire as she watched Rowan disappear into the washroom. Her body demanded release, rejecting any attempt at restraint. Her rabbit instincts, typically subdued, had taken control, leaving her unable to focus on anything but the overwhelming urge to mate.

Her body craved him.

The sound of the shower turning on made her ears twitch, the thought of Rowan - naked, vulnerable, just beyond the door - sending another pulse of need through her. The fervor inside her flared up again, even stronger than before. Her skin felt too tight, every nerve burning with a hunger that only he could satisfy.

She bit her lip, her heart thumping faster as a dangerous thought crept into her mind. She knew what her body needed - what it demanded. There was a carnal and emotional urgency, and she couldn’t wait any longer.

Before she realized it, Elysia had pushed herself off the bed and padded silently toward the bathroom door. Her bare feet barely made a sound against the floor as she moved, driven by instinct. Steam poured out as soon as the door opened, surrounding her in thick, humid air. Through the mist, she saw Rowan’s silhouette under the cascade of water, his back turned to her.

The sight sent a shiver through her — one born from her body’s need and the moment's intimacy. She held Rowan in her thoughts and felt the overwhelming depth of her love. But the pull of her instincts was overwhelming, impossible to ignore.

When Elysia entered the bathroom, the dress she had hastily pulled on earlier quickly soaked, clinging to her curves. The wet fabric felt suffocating, only adding to the tension that had built inside her. She needed to feel him — needed his touch, his presence. Without hesitation, she grasped the hem of her skirt, lifting it in a fluid motion to expose the supple curve of her thighs and the soft, glistening heat between her legs, the water’s mist accentuating every curve.

Rowan hadn’t heard her yet, still lost in the rhythm of the water running over him. Her breath hitched as she slipped her underwear off and stepped into the shower, the cool tiles beneath her feet contrasting sharply with the burning need coursing through her.

“Rowan.”

Rowan flinched slightly at the unexpected touch, then turned his head, blinking through the water. “Elysia?” he murmured, his voice soft and somewhat startled. He turned fully toward her, his hazel eyes widening as they saw her standing there. Her soaked dress clung to her curves as she lifted her skirt, exposing the delicate entrance to her rabbit hole, a sight meant for Rowan’s eyes alone. Her emerald gaze, dark with desire, left no question about what she craved.

It hit him like a bolt of lightning, his mouth dropping open. His eyes flicked from her flushed face to the inviting warmth between her thighs, then back to the ravenous look in her eyes. It all clicked — Juniper watching the kids, Elysia’s emphasis on “alone time,” how she looked so flustered when he walked in.

“Oh… oh,” he stammered, his expression shifting from confusion to wide-eyed understanding. A laugh bubbled up, a mix of amusement and disbelief. “That’s what you meant by alone time…” He ran a hand through his damp hair, his shoulders slumping in realization. “You’re in heat again.”

Elysia’s lips curled into a mischievous smile, her body pressing against his, warm and insistent. “You really are dense sometimes.”

Rowan opened his mouth to defend himself, but the words died on his lips as her hands slid down to his waist, her fingers curling around his already hardening length. Her breath came in hot, ragged bursts, her chest heaving with each inhale as she pressed herself against him, her urgency palpable. He could feel her heartbeat through her skin, rapid and unsteady, her need so intense it made her whole body tremble.

His breath hitched, a shiver running through him as she leaned in, her voice low and needy. “I can’t wait anymore, Rowan.” Another shaky breath punctuated her words, her lips brushing his ear as her hips instinctively pressed against his.

His heart skipped a beat as the urgency in her voice sent a jolt of desire straight through him. “I… uh… let me just—” He fumbled for words, still caught off guard by her sudden intensity.

A playful glint danced in Elysia’s eyes as she pressed herself more firmly against him, her wet skin sliding against his in a way that made his breath falter. “No,” she whispered, her voice trembling with longing. “Now.”

Elysia didn’t give him a chance to react. Her hand slipped between them, brushing against his already hardening length as the water continued to cascade over their bodies. Rowan groaned softly, his grip on her hips tightening as her thighs pressed against him, the slickness of the water making their movements even more fluid.

Her breath came in shallow bursts, her body responding instantly to the touch. The heat inside her was unbearable, her instincts screaming for release. But even as her body drove her toward Rowan with a feral need, her love for him tempered the intensity.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she wrapped her hand around him, guiding him toward her. The sensation sent a shiver through her, her body trembling with anticipation as her lips brushed against his neck. “Please…” she whispered, her voice thick with need.

Rowan’s breath came in a shaky exhale, his hands pulling her closer as he responded with a soft groan. “I know,” he murmured, his voice filled with affection. “I’ve got you.”

With a slow thrust, he entered her, and Elysia bit down hard on her lower lip, her free hand flying to her mouth to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. The pleasure was instant, overwhelming, her body reacting to him in a way that made her entire being tremble. She pressed her palm firmly over her lips, her hips rocking against him as the intensity of the moment took hold.

Rowan’s gaze flicked down, noticing her hand over her mouth, but he didn’t say anything. He understood - this was her way of holding onto some control in the face of her body’s overwhelming need. Instead, he let his hands slide up her back, his fingers tangling in her wet hair as he began to move inside her with slow, deliberate thrusts.

Each movement sent ripples of pleasure through her, but Elysia kept her hand over her mouth, trying to stifle the desperate sounds that built within her. Her body quivered against his, the slick sound of their skin meeting echoing in the steam-filled shower. Water streamed over them, heightening every sensation, making every touch feel electric, every breath sharper.

Rowan’s movements grew more insistent, his grip tightening on her hips as he pressed her harder against the wall. His breath was hot against her neck, his groans low and ragged as he thrust deeper into her. Elysia’s legs shook, barely able to hold herself up as her body surrendered to the pleasure. Her hand, still pressed firmly against her mouth, began to tremble.

She could no longer contain the moans that slipped past her fingers, the sound muffled but undeniable as her body gave in to the pleasure that had been building all day.

Rowan’s hands slid from her hips to her thighs, lifting her slightly so her legs wrapped around his waist. He drove deeper into her, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he felt her tighten around him. “You don’t have to hold back,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “I want to hear from you.”

Her eyes widened slightly at his words, and momentarily, she hesitated. But as his hands gripped her tighter and his thrusts grew more urgent, she couldn’t stop herself. Her hand slipped from her mouth, and a loud, breathless moan escaped her lips. The sound echoed in the steamy bathroom, but she didn’t care this time.

Rowan smiled, his gaze softening despite the charged atmosphere. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice deep and velvety. “Don’t hold back.”

His words sent a thrill through her, and with each thrust, she allowed herself to let go. No longer to stifle her pleasure, she let her body move with his, the passion between them growing more intense with every passing second. The sensation of him filling her, the slick water running over their skin, and the pull of her cycle all merged into one, driving her closer to release.

Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as her hips bucked against him. She felt the familiar tension building inside her, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter, her climax just within reach. Her voice broke into a series of breathless cries, each one louder than the last as she teetered on the edge of release.

Rowan tightened his grip on her, his breath ragged as he sensed her body tense beneath him. He pressed his forehead against hers, his voice a low whisper. “I’m right here. Let go.”

That was all it took. With one final, desperate thrust, Elysia’s body convulsed, her orgasm crashing over with a force that left her gasping. She cried out, no longer caring about hiding her pleasure as the waves of release ripped through her, leaving her trembling in his arms.

Rowan’s forehead remained pressed against hers, their breaths mingling in the steamy air as the last waves of pleasure rippled through them. The water still cascaded over their bodies, now cooling, but the warmth between them lingered, leaving them both trembling and weak.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. They stayed pressed against each other, chests heaving, hearts pounding in unison as the moment's intensity slowly faded. Elysia’s legs trembled, her entire body heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction, yet the dull ache of her heat still lingered in the background—a reminder that her body’s needs weren’t fully seated.

Rowan’s hands gradually loosened their grip on her hips, his touch becoming gentle as he stroked her back, tracing idle patterns along her damp skin. “Well,” he uttered between ragged breaths, his voice tinged with affection and amusement, “at least you didn’t bite me this time.”

Elysia let out a breathless laugh, her face still pressed against his neck. The warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the way his hands moved over her skit grounded her, calming the storm inside her, if only for a moment. “I guess I’m getting bet-”

But just as she was about to respond more fully, her ears twitched, sending droplets of water flying everywhere. She winced, vigorously shaking her head to remove the lingering droplets. The movement was so sudden and spontaneous that Rowan blinked in surprise.

“Water in the ears?” he asked, his amused grin widening.

“Yeah,” she muttered, her tail flicking irritably behind her. She shook her head again, her ears twitching as she finally managed to shake off the last of the water.

Rowan chuckled, gently kissing the top of her head. His lips lingered there momentarily, the tender gesture bringing her back down from the animalistic intensity that had driven her moments before. It was always like this with Rowan—no matter how wild the heat made her or how overwhelming the need felt, his presence always grounded her. He saw her as more than the instincts that sometimes ruled her body; he saw the woman beneath it all, the one he loved.

“Better?” he asked softly, his voice filled with that same warmth and understanding.

“Better,” she replied softly, her body relaxing further as she leaned into him. The water was starting to cool now, but the heat between their bodies was enough to keep the chill at bay for a little longer.

For a moment, he thought the tension was over, that they could finally step out of the shower and rest. But as Rowan began to move, signaling that he was ready to leave, Elysia’s hand slid down his chest, her hips pressing against him once more.

Her body still hummed with the lingering ache of her desire, the sexual energy simmering beneath the surface. Her eyes flickered with renewed life, and before she even realized it, her hands were moving again, trailing down his torso, her fingertips tracing the contours of his muscles as her touch grew bolder.

Rowan froze, his breath hitching as he looked down at her. The mischievous glint in her eyes was unmistakable, and he knew exactly what was coming next.

“Who said I’m finished?” she whispered, her voice low and sultry as she pressed closer to him. Her lips grazed his neck, the sensation sending a shiver through him.

Rowan groaned softly, though his amused grin quickly returned. “Oh, no,” he muttered, his hands instinctively gripping her hips again. “You’ve still got that look.”

Elysia licked her lips, her body moving with renewed purpose as she leaned closer. Despite the release she had just experienced, her body is not satisfied. The fire in her belly had only been dulled, not extinguished, and the hunger that came with her cycle still burned strong.

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