Chapter 16
S tone
Her groan and the way she threw her head back wantonly as my lips and tongue explored her skin almost broke my resolve. I wanted to start gently, testing her need for submission because as much as she pretended to be an Alpha, Shannon was nothing of the sort. She was strong and fierce but hid her true nature, believing it would keep her safe. It had, most of the time, but I suspected her father had known exactly what she was, which was why he’d found it easy to manipulate her young mind. She’d wanted to please him.
My soul mate was quite possibly an Omega. A misconception, especially among humans, was that Omega’s were physically weak and the punching bag for other shifters. They weren’t. It’s true they weren’t usually the strongest shifters, but it was more that they were susceptible to emotional exploitation and shied away from violence. They were also revered for being the diplomats and negotiators that brought peace to a pack. I almost huffed a laugh at that. Shannon was no diplomat. But I suspected her defensiveness and vicious survival instinct had more to do with her abuse than an actual inability to be diplomatic. She’d become a Shadow Sentinel after the defeat of the demon who’d threatened the mortal world, but even then, I guessed it had more to do with staying near her found family, perhaps even me, than wanting the violence that life meant.
Being an Omega wasn’t something most wolf shifters flaunted, especially if they weren’t with a pack that would treat them kindly, but Shannon was part of Connor’s pack, and he would never allow any abuse. Shannon had become a damned good agent, but it made me sad that she was unable to embrace her true nature. It must have been exhausting to constantly feel the need to be the badass bitch everyone expected. Well, no more. She deserved to be whoever the fuck she wanted.
Her body trembled as I dropped to my knees and took a firm hold of her hips. “Spread your feet wider.” I didn’t have to inject any extra dominance into my tone, not here in Faery. My wolf was stronger than ever from soaking up the latent magic of this world, but even he couldn’t drown out my true nature. I was Fae. And my wildness and magic were impossible to hide while in Faery.
Shannon whimpered, her pupils blown as she looked down at me.
My cock twitched, growing harder than ever as she immediately complied.
“Good girl.” I didn’t even try to hide my wolfish smile at her moan. “You like that? Being my good girl?”
Her hips bucked forward, searching for relief from the ache of her lust. I watched her brow furrow and fully expected her to tell me to fuck off. She didn’t. Her head tilted, and she gave a tentative nod. It was all I needed. My attention dropped to the glistening strip of trimmed pubic hair before me. My mouth watered, I wanted Shannon to be consumed by enough pleasure to obliterate all memory of any other lover. “Tell me what you want most. My fingers.” I let go of one hip and trailed my forefinger up her inner thigh, this time sliding it through the slickness of her pussy and allowing my fingertip to circle her clit. “ My tongue.” I leaned closer and repeated the action with my tongue. Her mewls and whimpers were music to my ears. With a thought, the rest of my clothes disappeared, and I sat back, making sure she could see my erection jutting up towards her. It was engorged and throbbing, and I wanted nothing more than to sink into her softness, but this wasn’t about me. This was about showing Shannon that she couldn’t hide from me or herself anymore. I grabbed the base, squeezing hard before giving myself a couple of lazy tugs. “Or this?”
“All of it,” she snapped, her fire making my blood sing. She might be submissive, but she’d make me work for it. I grinned, flashing my sharper-than-usual canines.
“Good. But you were bad earlier, Butterfly. That means you only get what I want to give you.”
Wisely, she kept her mouth shut, but her glare said everything. I chuckled and slowly swiped my tongue between her folds, my whole being trembling at her taste. I’d nearly lost myself in her when I’d tasted her before; now, I never wanted anything but her sweetness on my tongue. I wanted to unleash my wildness, but that wasn’t going to happen today. She needed to know I was in control and that she could trust me. Her hips bucked forward, and I stretched my magic, lifting her arms higher until only her tiptoes were on the ground. I pulled back enough to see her eyes. “What’s your safeword, baby?”
“Silver, you motherfucker.”
I grinned and dove into her like a starving man, and I was starving—for her. I waited until she was panting and cursing, her hips canting as she chased her release while goosebumps rose on her skin. Then I stopped, replacing my tongue with my fingers, slowly fucking her with them. Her warmth and slickness clamped around my fingers, the sensation making me groan. I stood, my fingers still working her, and kissed her deeply before I lavished attention on her nipples, using my tongue and teeth until she was moaning and begging me to stop.
I grazed her erect, reddened buds with my teeth as I pulled away. “Stop? Are you sure?” I blew gently on one, then the other.
“Oh gods, Stone, please, it’s too much….”
I took her mouth in a kiss, holding her head still, controlling the angle and the depth. “I know.” I smirked as I went back to work. I licked and kissed every sensitive part of her body before heading back down to the sweetness between her legs, where I drank in her nectar. Her desperate pleas turned me into a mess of lust, and I had to grab the base of my cock to stop myself coming just from the sounds she made. Mother Wolf, she was testing my control.
I brought her to the edge repeatedly until she was trembling and whimpering. I felt my wolf pushing to escape and bond with hers. Shit, it was too soon. My fangs grew, my instincts to claim her almost too much to fight. The noises she made, her taste and scent, overwhelmed my senses. My wolf floated into the air, howling for his mate—then froze. Something lingered at the edge of my senses. My wolf growled, telling me to finish this and make her safe by claiming her. The hair on the back of my neck bristled, and I forced him to return. My senses went on alert even as I kept working Shannon’s beautiful body to a fever pitch. Were we being watched? It felt like it, but I couldn’t sense any other Fae nearby…
I grunted and focused on my mate’s face. “Look at me, baby.” She was so far gone in a haze of pleasure that I didn’t think she’d hear me. My chest warmed when she immediately followed my command and looked through hooded lids, her wolf peeking at me, too. “You’ve been so good, taking the pleasure I’ve given you so well.” I swiped my fingers through the slick mess between her legs and held them up for her to see. “Look how turned on you are for me. This is all mine, isn't it?”
“Fuck, yes, yours.” Her words were breathless and hoarse.
I smiled and rubbed my fingers over my cock, slicking it up. “Wrap your legs around me. That’s it.” I encouraged her as she did as I asked without question, and I held her thighs, supporting her weight. She was so much smaller than me that it took no effort. My nostrils flared as she stared at me, utterly lost in what we were doing, which had been my goal. “You want to touch me?”
She nodded. I was being totally selfish now, but I wanted her hands on me, her nails scoring my skin, the pain of it as she scratched the hell out of my back when I let what was sure to be an epic orgasm destroy her. And that's what I wanted, to destroy any lingering traces of her old life, to erase any thoughts or memories of any other male’s touch, to make her mine.
When I released my magic, her hands slid along my shoulders before grabbing on hard. I notched myself at her entrance. “You ready for this?” Her nod was all I needed. “Good, then hold on ‘cause this isn’t going to be gentle.”
“I don’t want fucking gentle. I want you. The real you…” Her eyes turned dark, her canines sharp and long, and the need to feel them sink into my vein while I fucked her was hard to control. My cock throbbed harder because, fuck, I wanted that so much. I wanted us to take each other’s blood and seal our mating bond….
Her cry as I drove into her slickness unleashed something in me. Tight, wet heat engulfed me. Fuuuck…. She fit me perfectly. That thought was my last coherent one as I pulled out and slammed back in, pistoning in and out as I easily supported her weight and bent my knees, driving up into her tight, hot channel. All I could do was grunt and breathe, not moving my gaze from her face as she threw her head back, her nails drawing blood on my back.
“Look at me,” I ground out as my balls tightened. And she did, her pupils swallowing those beautiful irises. “Come for me right now, Butterfly. Scream my fucking name.”
And, oh, how she came, her pulsing release pulling me along for the ride. There was nothing I could do to stop it.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” I groaned as I emptied myself inside her, not slowing my thrusts until she’d taken every drop, and I had nothing left. I held her slick body to me as we both slowly came down from our high. My knees trembled, not from her weight but from the sheer emotional fall out of being with her like this after so many years of want and frustration.
“Okay?” I asked, nuzzling her neck and her ear.
She huffed a laugh, leaning her forehead on my shoulder. “I think you killed me.”
I chuckled. “Well, death by orgasm isn’t a bad way to go.” I straightened up, wondering if she’d want to run from me now and hide her emotions. My heart melted when she tightened her legs and arms.
“Don't let me go yet.”
“Yet? Butterfly, I’m never letting you go ever again.”
“‘Kay.” Her sob was quiet but no less heartbreaking. I wanted to tear apart the people who had made her feel less than enough. But the main fucker was already dead, so that was annoying as fuck. “Hey?” I pulled back a bit, hating the tears I saw in her eyes. “No tears, not even if they belong to me. I mean it. You are mine, and I am yours. Always.”
She gave me a watery smile and nodded.
“Good. Then, time for a warm bath.”
I looked around, that tingle of danger still on my neck. I wasn’t one to ignore my senses, yet I was still unable to pinpoint anything or anyone nearby. No matter; my instincts urged me to get Shannon back to the cottage where the magic its walls had absorbed over the years would add to mine and Finchley’s, and we could keep the other half of my soul safe.