Chapter 14 - Reeyan
She tastes like desperation and freedom all at once.
The moment her lips touch mine, something inside me shatters to bits.
All the restraint I’ve been maintaining since I first caught her scent on that desert road evaporates.
I bring my hands up to frame her face, angling her head so I can taste all of her, and she makes a small sound in the back of her throat that goes straight to my cock.
Something wild and demanding takes over that makes my wolf rush forward with a single imperative: Claim. Now.
I back her against the kitchen counter, pressing my body flush against hers so she can feel exactly what she does to me. She gasps into my mouth, and I swallow the sound, sliding my tongue against hers as I taste her for the first time.
She fists her hands in my shirt, pulling me closer even though there’s no space left between us. I kiss along her jaw, down her throat, feeling her pulse jump beneath my lips. She tilts her head to give me better access, and the submission in that simple gesture makes me groan against her skin.
My name tumbles from her mouth, breathless and wanting, followed by, “Please.”
“Please, what?” I bite down gently on the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, and she shudders. “Tell me what you want, little wolf.”
She digs her nails into my shoulders through the fabric of my shirt. “You. I want you. I want to feel something real for once in my cursed life.”
I pull back just enough to look at her face. Her pupils are wide, her lips are already swollen from my kisses, and she heaves with rapid breaths that make her breasts press against me with each inhale.
“Have you ever…” I start, then realize I’m not sure how to ask this question without sounding like an asshole.
“Been with someone? Yes. Once. It was…” she trails off, struggling to find words. “Muted. Like trying to feel pleasure through layers of thick cloth. The curse dampened everything until I could barely tell what was supposed to be enjoyable about it.”
The admission makes something protective and possessive flare in my chest. “And now? With the curse weakening?”
“Now everything is too much and not enough all at once.” She pulls me back down for another kiss, this one more demanding. “Now I want things I was never supposed to want. Feel things I was never supposed to feel. And I’m done pretending I don’t.”
I slide my hands down her sides, over her hips, gripping hard enough to leave marks. “If we do this, there’s no taking it back. The mate bond will be complete. You’ll be mine in every way that matters.”
She rolls her hips against mine, and I see stars.
That’s all the permission I need.
I hoist her up onto the counter, stepping between her thighs and claiming her mouth again. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me against her core, and even through layers of clothing, I can feel how wet she is. How ready.
But I tell myself to slow down. I make myself remember that she’s never experienced this without the curse’s suppression. That overwhelming her with sensation could trigger panic instead of pleasure.
“We’re doing this the right way.” I kiss down her throat again, taking my time. “In a bed. Where I can spread you out and take my time showing you what you’ve been missing.”
“That’s too far.” She tries to pull me back when I step away, but I catch her hands.
“My bedroom is twenty feet down the hall. You can wait that long.”
“I really can’t.”
I laugh and scoop her up, carrying her out of the kitchen with her legs still wrapped around my waist. She buries her face in my neck and does something with her teeth that makes my knees nearly buckle.
“You’re not making this easier.”
“I’m not trying to make it easier.” She bites down harder, and I have to stop in the hallway and brace us both against the wall while I get myself under control.
We barely make it to my bedroom. I kick the door closed behind us and deposit her on the bed, following her down and caging her body with mine. She arches up against me, seeking friction, and I pin her hips to the mattress.
“Patience.”
“I’ve been patient my whole life. I’m done being patient.”
“Let me do this right.” I kiss her again, slower this time, savoring the taste. “Let me show you what it’s supposed to feel like.”
I pull her shirt over her head and toss it aside. She’s wearing a simple cotton bra that somehow manages to be more erotic than anything elaborate could be. I trace the edge of it with my fingers, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.
“You can touch me.” She reaches up and pulls me down for another kiss. “I’m not going to break.”
I unhook her bra and peel it away, finally seeing her bare from the waist up. “I know you’re not, but I’m going to take my time anyway.”
Her breasts are perfect. Not too large, not too small, with pink nipples that tighten under my gaze. I lower my head and take one into my mouth, sucking gently while I bring my hand up to palm the other.
She cries out, bowing her back off the bed. “Oh gods.”
“Feel good?” I switch to the other breast, giving it the same attention.
“Yes. More than good. More than anything I’ve felt before.”
I work her pants and underwear down her legs, leaving her completely bare beneath me while I’m still fully clothed. The contrast makes my cock throb, but I ignore my own need in favor of exploring every inch of her body.
She’s beautiful. All lean muscle and pale skin with bruises still fading from the Thornridge attack. I kiss each mark, silently promising myself that anyone who hurts her again will die screaming.
She tries to close her legs, suddenly self-conscious, but I push them back open.
“Don’t hide from me.” I settle between her thighs, spreading her wide so I can see everything. “You’re perfect, and I want to look at you.”
She’s soaked. I can see how wet she is, smell her arousal mixing with her natural scent, and my wolf practically howls with the need to claim her.
But I promised to do this right, promised to show her what she’s been missing, and I’m not about to rush through this like some teenager who can’t control himself.
I drag one finger through her folds, gathering her wetness. She whimpers and tries to roll her hips, but I pin her down with my other hand.
“Stay still.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” I circle her clit with my thumb, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. “You’re going to stay still and let me make you come on my fingers first. Then on my tongue. Then, if you’re very good, on my cock.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Life’s not fair, little wolf.” I push one finger inside her, and she clenches around me. “But I’m going to make it very good.”
She’s so tight I can barely fit two fingers. I work her open slowly, pumping in and out while my thumb continues circling her clit. Her inner walls flutter around my fingers, and I can tell how close she already is.
“Let go.” I curl my fingers inside her, finding the spot. “Come for me.”
She goes rigid, clamping her inner walls down on my fingers as she comes with a cry that’s probably loud enough for the neighbors to hear. I work her through it, drawing out every wave of pleasure until she’s trembling and gasping beneath me.
“That’s one.” I withdraw my fingers and bring them to my mouth, tasting her. “Now for number two.”
“I can’t. It’s too much.”
“You can, and you will.” I lower my head between her thighs. “I want to taste you.”
The first swipe of my tongue makes her jerk against my hold. I pin her hips down and do it again, licking through her folds and circling her clit with intentional strokes. She tastes even better than she smells, and I could spend hours down here just learning what makes her scream.
I push two fingers back inside her while I work her clit with my tongue. She fists her hands in my hair, pulling hard enough to hurt, and I groan against her. The pain only makes me harder, makes me want to pin her down and take her hard enough that she feels it for days.
But not yet. First, I need to feel her come apart on my tongue.
I increase the pressure, sucking her clit into my mouth while I pump my fingers faster. She’s babbling now, words I can’t quite make out mixed with my name and pleas for more or mercy—I’m not sure which.
Her second orgasm hits harder than the first. Her inner walls clench around my fingers, followed by a flood of wetness as she comes, and I lap it up greedily while she shakes and moans.
When the aftershocks finally subside, I pull back and strip off my clothes. My cock springs free, already leaking at the tip, and she widens her eyes when she sees me.
“Is that going to fit?”
“It’ll fit.” I position myself between her thighs, rubbing the head of my cock through her wetness. “And it’s going to feel incredible.”
I push inside slowly, giving her body time to adjust to my size. She’s so tight and wet and perfect that I have to pause halfway just to keep from coming like a teenager. She digs her nails into my back and wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper.
I thrust the rest of the way in, burying myself to the hilt. We both groan at the sensation. She feels like heaven wrapped around my cock, and the mate bond flares between us so strongly that I can feel her pleasure mixing with mine.
I pull almost all the way out and thrust back in. She cries out, and I do it again, setting a rhythm that has her gasping. Every thrust sends pleasure racing down my spine, and the mate bond amplifies it until I can barely think straight.
“You feel so good.” I lean down to kiss her, swallowing her moans. “So perfect. Like you were made for me.”
She kisses me back desperately. “Maybe I was.”
I increase my pace, driving into her harder now. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, and I can’t resist lowering my head to take one nipple into my mouth while I fuck her. She arches into me, clenching her inner walls rhythmically around my cock.
“I’m close. Reeyan, I’m—”
“Come for me,” I interject. “Come on my cock, my little wolf. Let me feel you.”
Her third orgasm triggers my own. I feel the knot at the base of my cock swell, locking us together as I empty myself inside her. The mate bond becomes white-hot, and for a moment, we’re not two separate people but one being experiencing pleasure that seems to go on forever.
I collapse on top of her, careful to keep most of my weight on my elbows while my knot keeps us joined. She trembles beneath me with small aftershocks still rolling through her body, and I kiss her temple while we both try to catch our breath.
“You okay?” I brush sweat-dampened hair away from her face.
“I think you broke me.” Her voice comes out dazed. “In the best possible way.”
I laugh and roll us onto our sides, keeping us connected. My knot will take at least five minutes to go down, and I’m not about to make her uncomfortable by staying on top of her that whole time.
She curls into my chest, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her close while our hearts slow to normal rhythms. The mate bond hums contentedly between us, satisfied now that we’ve completed the claiming.
Her breathing starts to even out, and within minutes, she’s asleep in my arms. I watch her face relax, watch the last traces of worry melt away, and try not to think about what happens when she wakes up.
Will she regret this? Will the reality of what we’ve done hit her, and will she retreat back behind those Llewelyn walls? Will the curse reassert itself now that we’ve completed the bond, or will breaking through this barrier make it easier to shatter the magic completely?
I don’t have answers to any of those questions. All I know is that she’s mine now, and I’m hers.
I feel my own eyes grow heavy. I press one last kiss to her forehead and let myself drift off with my mate safe in my arms and my knot still buried deep inside her.
Tomorrow can bring whatever problems it wants.
Tonight, she’s mine.