Chapter 13
GWEN
Heat pummels my core, and I can’t seem to catch my breath. I can’t quite believe I’m truly kneeling before Merak, watching as he prepares to remove his trousers, waiting to take his cock in my mouth.
Nerves flit through me as I study the substantial bulge encased in the fabric. Gods, he is huge. Even though I haven’t glimpsed his shaft with my own eyes yet, I know it will be as formidable as I imagined, perhaps even larger.
He smirks briefly, revealing that he’s heard my thoughts. I also know he’s enjoying this in an almost dark fae way. He likes ordering me around. He likes watching me obey, kneeling for him.
As he unfastens his trousers, my pulse skitters, and the warmth quaking between my thighs grows stronger.
I watch with bated breath as he finally frees himself from his pants.
Shock ripples through me.
He isn’t just large… he’s intimidatingly massive.
I truly never imagined any male, whether fae, orc, or human, could possess a cock so long and thick. A spasm of fear courses through me, but I quickly remember his promise to use his healing magic when he fully claims me.
When he fully claims me…
Gods, I am already thinking about it as though it’s a certainty, as though I will soon agree to consummate the mating bond.
I stare at Merak’s large shaft, wondering if I will even manage to fit him in my mouth. He steps closer, but since he’s so much taller than me, his cock and my mouth don’t quite line up. Not even close.
He steps back, then lowers himself to the chair again.
He gestures me forward, and the words he speaks into my mind a second later send a heated wave through my body.
Crawl closer to me, Gwen, then get back on your knees, he says in a commanding tone. He sits on the edge of the chair, his hard cock jutting upward, his muscular thighs parted to reveal his large scrotum.
I take a shaky breath before shifting forward on my hands and knees. Part of me can’t believe I’m obeying him like this, but another part of me craves the sense of surrender, aches for the intimacy of it.
I slowly crawl toward Merak, thankful for the comfort of the thick, padded rug, until I reach him.
My eyes keep drifting between his face and his cock.
The pleasure that flickers in his eyes nearly undoes me.
I haven’t touched him yet, haven’t even tried wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft, but he’s already enjoying this experience immensely.
Will I manage to bring him to a climax? And if so, will he expect me to do it not once, but four times, as he did for me? My face grows warm and my mouth goes dry. Breathing becomes so difficult that I feel momentarily dizzy as I finally assume a kneeling position in front of him.
He’s my mate.
The thought echoes in my mind, a thought I know he can hear without any difficulty.
I can scarcely believe we are mates, but at least I finally know the truth.
He sends me a wave of affection, a tender gesture I know is meant to be both calming and fortifying. He’s sending me warmth, strength, and reassurance, and somehow, it helps my breaths come steadier. My lightheadedness finally passes.
As I focus on his cock, I part my lips and start leaning down. His fingers tangle in my hair, but he doesn’t pull my locks hard. Instead, he guides me closer to his length.
Lick the tip, he instructs, and grip the base.
A tremor courses through him as he awaits my compliance.
Leaning closer, I pause for a moment as I consider what I’m about to do.
As I exhale on his cock, it lurches—lurches—against my parted lips.
He growls and his hand briefly tightens in my hair.
I continue to let my breath dance over the tip of his length, not quite touching him yet, even though I sense his fervent need.
Keep teasing me like this, Gwen, he says through the bond, and I will turn you over my knee.
“You wouldn’t dare,” I whisper, flushing at the very idea.
If you don’t want to find out whether I’m serious, he says into my mind, I suggest you do more than breathe on my cock. Touch it, my dearest. Take it in your mouth.
My tongue darts out and I finally lick him, tasting the glimmer of white liquid on the very tip of his shaft. Mmm. Salty yet sweet.
I reach for the base of his cock, trying to wrap my hand around it… but he’s simply too large.
I curl my fingers around him nonetheless, gripping him firmly as I drag my tongue over the bulbous tip again.
He tenses and growls, and I sense his pleasure through the bond.
With movements I know are clumsy, I lick up and down his cock a few times, all the while holding the thick base of him. Gods, I really can’t believe he’s this large. It’s a wonder he found pants that fit.
I had them tailor-made, he says down the bond, a smirk clinging to his voice.
I continue tasting him, licking him, until finally I wrap my lips around his cock and move my head up and down, once, twice, as my tongue drags along the hard underside of his shaft. I take him as deep as I dare, all the way to the back of my throat.
Sensing the depth of his satisfaction through the bond makes me eager to keep going, eager to please him.
“Gods, Gwen, that feels so good,” he says in a raspy voice.
My confidence grows, and I start moving faster, bobbing my mouth up and down over his rigid shaft, savoring the salty but sweet taste of him, as I wonder if he will truly erupt in my mouth and whether he expects me to swallow.
I feel his mind brush against mine, a comforting caress but also a reminder that right now, my thoughts are unguarded and I won’t be able to keep any secrets from him.
Yes, Gwen, I intend to erupt in your mouth, he tells me through the bond. I expect you to swallow as much as you can. He growls. Gods, I like knowing that my seed will soon be in your stomach.
His words are shocking, yet a thrill courses through me at the idea of struggling to swallow his seed. But I’m glad he’s being a little reasonable. Thankfully, he isn’t ordering me to swallow every last drop. Given the size of him, that would probably make me choke.
His hand tightens in my hair for a moment as he murmurs, “My dearest, your thoughts are as delicious as you are.”
My face heats at his words. Goodness. The things he says sometimes… he truly is the savage lord I first took him for.
He growls again.
Then his body goes taut and he swears under his breath.
He grips my hair, though not hard enough to cause any real pain, and starts guiding my movements, encouraging me to take him faster.
The bulbous tip of his shaft repeatedly strikes the back of my throat, causing me to gag a few times, but I don’t try to pull away, for I sense his building pleasure and the wave of ecstasy that is about to crash over him.
He releases an animalistic roar that echoes off the walls, and seconds later, the first spurt of his male essence erupts from his cock.
Warm. To my surprise, his seed is warm.
I swallow the first spurt as best I can, though some leaks from the corners of my mouth.
He continues erupting in my mouth, spilling his seed in a series of rapid gushes that are almost overwhelming. And throughout it all, he keeps sending me waves of warmth through the tether that connects us, a bond that will only strengthen after we consummate our union.
After he finishes erupting in my mouth, he grows still in the chair, and his hands loosen in my tresses. As he slowly guides me off his cock, he gives me a tender look that speaks volumes.
He’s panting a bit, and his hair is disheveled. Did he toss his head around as he found his release? I didn’t glance up at him as he climaxed, since I was too focused on swallowing his seed, but I resolve that next time I will spare a second or two to watch him.
As his breaths finally steady, he reaches for my face. His eyes flicker with heat as he drags a thumb along the corner of my mouth, tracing his digit through the trail of his essence that I couldn’t quite swallow.
His gaze sweeps over me, assessing.
“We’re going to take a bath together, Gwen, and I will also wash your hair for you.” When he brushes a few locks behind my ears, I feel the stickiness of his seed coating my neck.
Warmth fills me as he continues brushing my hair behind my ears, his expression softening as he studies me. Rather than the intense, hungry look he wore as he removed his trousers and ordered me to my knees, his expression now brims with concern and care.
He runs his thumb gently along my cheek, searching my face as his thoughts brush against mine. He is making sure I’m not overwhelmed by the new intimacies we just shared.
“You did well, my dearest,” he says quietly.
Affection floods the bond between us. My chest tightens, and my eyes sting.
Before I can say anything, Merak rises from the chair and lifts me into his arms. I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck, deciding that I like it when he carries me. When he first swept me into his arms back in the mountain village, I was terrified, but no more.
In a few short days, I’ve come to trust him.
And I’ve discovered that we are mates.
What a twist of fate that he was the male sent to track me down, or perhaps the gods conspired to make it happen.
He effortlessly carries me toward the larger bathing room in the hallway. I rest my head against his chest and breathe in his familiar winter scent, noticing that the aroma of pine and freshly fallen snow is stronger than usual, nearly overpowering the peppermint, smoky wood, and spices.
I sigh against him and trace my fingers over his sculpted chest, struck by how safe I feel with him.
Safe and treasured. He truly cares for me, a devotion that feels so eternal, I cannot help but imagine that a few thousand years from now, we will find one another in the afterlife.
It feels as though not even death could separate us.
He presses a kiss to my forehead. Then another.
He sits on the chair beside the tub, cradling me close, as he nuzzles his nose against mine. His winter-cold breath drifts over me, a pleasant wave of coolness in the aftermath of our amorous exertions.
Still holding me, he reaches over with one hand and starts the water. He also adds a dash of lavender to the bath, along with another scent I can’t quite place. Eucalyptus? I could ask, or even search his mind for the answer, but I find I am suddenly too exhausted to think.
“Just relax, my dearest,” he murmurs. “Relax and let me take care of you.”
His words wash over me like a gentle wave, but as the affection surging through the bond deepens, tears once again sting my eyes. My throat also burns.
Gods help me, but I am falling for the highborn fae savage.
I am falling for Merak.