Chapter 10
MERAK
A savage growl tears from my throat as I deepen the kiss, but Gwen doesn’t startle or try to pull away. She allows me to sweep my tongue along hers as I clutch her face, and the little whimpers she occasionally makes drive me wild with longing.
My cock thickens in my trousers as I hold her close. Through the bond, I sense her awareness of my arousal. She knows how hard I’m getting. Not only that, but it excites her. Moments later, I detect the sweet but pungent aroma of her feminine slickness in the air.
Gods, yes.
She is growing wet and achy between her thighs.
And that desire is for me.
Though she still harbors many doubts, she is eager for me to claim her.
If I sweep her into my arms and carry her to the bedroom, will she resist?
Another growl leaves me as I imagine stripping off her nightdress, kissing her all over, and plunging into her slick core until I pump her full of my seed.
I imagine taking her again and again, so many times that my male essence drips from her center and coats her inner thighs.
A heated wave sweeps through me, and I clutch her face harder.
In one quick movement, I reach down to grasp the backs of her thighs, lifting her up to straddle my center as I hold her bottom.
I immediately back her into a wall and gyrate my cock against her.
She whimpers and moans into my mouth, and a shiver courses through her.
Through the bond, I sense her growing desire.
It outweighs her doubts, and that’s all the encouragement I need to continue.
Keeping her pressed to the wall as I grind my hardness against her, I growl into her mouth as I kiss her.
The scent of her arousal keeps heightening in the air, and fucking fires, how it makes my mouth water.
Before I claim her, before I plunge my cock into her sweet cunny, I want to taste her.
I want to lap at her core and feel her shatter on my tongue.
I want to hear her cries of ecstasy as she reaches the summit of her pleasure.
At last, I break the kiss. Still keeping her pressed to the wall, I stare at her, leaving only a breath between us. Panting for air, her face is flushed beautifully, and her hair is tousled.
Gods, she is breathtaking.
And she is mine.
All mine.
Until the end of my days.
I hold her gaze and wait for a spark of awareness to enter her eyes, evidence that she’s paying attention to what I’m about to say.
“I want to carry you into the bedroom and feast on your sweet pussy, Gwen,” I tell her. “I want to bring you to pleasure again and again. I won’t claim you fully, not unless you beg for it, but I intend to make you climax. And gods, I am ravenous to taste you. More than anything.”
Her eyes widen and her face flushes a deeper shade of pink. She opens her mouth and tries to speak, but no words issue forth. I wait and watch, eager for her compliance.
Eager for her surrender.
Ask me, I say directly into her mind. Ask me to take you to the bedroom.
She gasps and her eyes widen further. But I sense her need. I sense her temptation.
I also catch fragments of the suspicions that are rising in her thoughts, stronger than ever—she is starting to wonder whether we’re mates.
A thrill surges through me.
I resolve that I’ll tell her soon. But it’s a whole conversation, and right now I’m not in the mood to talk. I’m in the mood to bring her to pleasure while exploring her body.
Ask me, I send down the tether that connects us.
Why hasn’t she spoken directly into my mind yet? Surely she could make it happen if only she tried. If she suspects we’re mates and I’ve already caught glimmers of her thoughts, I know she could do it if she made the attempt.
Her eyes narrow at me, and she lifts her chin slightly, as though in challenge, making me wonder if she just heard my thoughts.
Take me to the bedroom, she says into my mind.
I nearly growl at the intimacy of hearing her voice in my head for the first time. Thank the gods. Truly, the bond between us is deepening.
I tighten my hold on her and gyrate my hard cock against her three times in quick succession, causing her eyes to flutter shut as she moans.
Then I step away from the wall, bringing her with me and holding her tight against my chest as I cup her backside in my palms. She laces her arms around my neck and leans into my chest, panting breathlessly as she quivers with need.
My sweet little human is aching for the pleasure I’ve promised.
She’s aching for my touch.
I intend to take my time with her.
I intend to savor the experience of feasting on her cunny for the very first time.
As I carry her to the bedroom, she continues to quiver in my arms, and the delicious aroma of her arousal makes me ravenous to taste her.
I know you’re aching for me, Gwen, I send down the bond. I can smell you. I can smell the slickness that’s gathering between your thighs. You’re getting wet for me, aren’t you?
She whimpers but doesn’t respond, though I know she heard my voice in her head.
She knows I’m aware of just how aroused she’s becoming.
Just as I’m certain she knows how badly I’m aching to claim her.
Not only has she felt the evidence of my hardness, but I suspect she is finally able to sense my emotions and perhaps even my exact thoughts through the bond.
How long has she been aware of my emotions and thoughts? I can’t help but wonder. The naughty little human. I suspect she’s been keeping secrets from me.
But I suppose I can scarcely chastise her for it.
Because I’ve been keeping secrets too.
I carry her into the bedroom and lay her down atop the covers. For a moment, I simply stand above her, staring down at her as I enjoy the sight of her lying there flushed and breathless, aching to feel my tongue on her clit.
When her eyes dart to my crotch, I sense her shock through the bond, and I follow her gaze. The trousers I’m wearing are tight at the front, so snug they appear ready to burst at the seams.
Perhaps if you obediently climax on my tongue a few times, I tell her through the bond, I will allow you to suck my cock.
Would you like that, my dearest? Would you like to take me in your mouth, let me use you for pleasure, and then swallow my seed?
I send a dark chuckle through the tether.
I suspect you are more than a little curious about my male appendage.
I know she’s even tried imagining what it looks like.
She whimpers, and I sense her growing excitement through the bond.
“Lift up your nightdress,” I say in a commanding tone. “Show me the part of you that’s aching to be touched.”
She gasps, then reaches for the hem of her gown, only for her fingers to curl into the fabric as she pauses.
She flushes anew, my trembling, shy little mate.
If she hadn’t already admitted that she’d never lain with a male before, I would know just from her sweet hesitation. I can’t get enough of her blushes, gasps, and whimpers. If she knew the full extent of what I wanted to do to her, I imagine she would faint from the shock of it.
Part of me likes this innocent side of her, and that same dark part of me wants to tease her… tempt her… and ruin her for anyone but me.
Because she is mine.
Because she belongs to me.
I cross my arms over my chest and affect a stern look.
Lift your nightdress, I say down the bond. If I must ask again, I will tear the garment from your body, and then you will have to sleep naked.
Those lovely, soulful eyes of hers widen again, and her lips part on a small gasp. Her fingers flex on the fabric, and she eventually, very slowly, starts lifting her gown.
I stand there and watch, my body tingling with need, my cock pressing painfully against the front of my trousers.
Gods, what I wouldn’t give to sink inside her right now, to let go of restraint, to hold her down and claim what is mine by all rights.
And yet… I cannot imagine using her so harshly. Not now. Not at the very beginning of our… courtship.
I nearly laugh at the word.
Courtship.
I bought her off the auction platform and I’m holding her captive. Some courtship.
I draw a slow breath.
She is untouched.
Sweet. Innocent.
Despite the dark impulses rising within me, I want more than her body. I want her trust. I want her to understand that her happiness and her pleasure mean more to me than my own ever could.
I want her to realize that I will always—always—take care of her needs. Not out of obligation, but because I adore her to the point of madness.
Warmth spreads through me as I watch her lift her nightdress higher, past her knees, nearly halfway up her thighs.
Gods.
When the time to claim her finally comes, I am not certain I will manage any gentleness.
And yet I must.
I continue taking deep breaths, reminding myself of what she is to me. My dearest. My sweet mate. I cannot hurt her. Not even in the heat of the moment.
At last, she finishes lifting her nightdress, finally revealing her slick, pink center to my gaze.
Her thighs are slightly parted, revealing the sweetness within.
A growl catches in my throat.
Her pussy is enticingly swollen, and her inner thighs gleam with arousal that’s leaked outward from her core.
I stalk closer, and my nostrils flare as I take a deep inhale, savoring the scent of her excitement.
Fucking delicious.
My cock lurches, sensation zips up my thighs, and my scrotum tightens.
Heated waves of longing sweep over me, prompting a brief spell of dizziness as my knees start to buckle.
A growl tears from my throat, then I move.
I surge forward, pinning Gwen against the mattress with enough speed to make her gasp. I immediately press my lips to hers.
She makes a soft noise that nearly undoes me, and she delves her hands into my hair, threading her fingers through my long locks, even touching the base of my horns.