Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
ELLIE
If the first sign that I’m finally ovulating is the urge to dig out my barely-used vibrator — I haven’t had much need for it in the past two and a half years, not when I have a wolf mate with a seemingly endless sex drive and a love for going down on me — the confirmation comes barely an hour later as I’m reading on the couch when Van steps through the front door.
I’ve become very accustomed to the way my husband’s behaviour will change in response to nothing more than a scent on the wind.
A sharp turn of his head, the flaring of nostrils and narrowing of eyes, all indicators that he’s interpreting a language I simply don’t speak, the smell of something — or someone — communicating things as basic as there’s a building on fire somewhere on the island to the more pressing a fae has been here recently.
This is different. He stands still, the door softly shutting behind him, pupils dilated and shining in the fading light.
“Hi,” I say sheepishly under his intense gaze.
His jaw clenches, nostrils flaring as he takes a particularly deep breath before removing his suit jacket in silence, his white shirt tight over his broad shoulders.
The tension is thick in the air as he walks towards me with an air of indifference that I know is all an act, dropping his jacket over the back of a chair as he passes by it.
I sit up straight, my e-reader forgotten beside me, anticipation running down my spine.
The thing about me is that I very much like being prey when it comes to Van. I don’t feel powerless. It’s quite the opposite — I feel powerful every time I’m able to elicit such a response from him.
Like now.
“Did you think that was funny?” he asks, the sound of his deep voice in that tone making me break out in goosebumps.
He steps in front of me, between my legs, the outline of his straining cock obvious through the fabric of his pants.
In this quiet, the clink of his belt as it’s unbuckled is overly loud, and I half expect him to use it in some way as he pulls it free — to bind my wrists or spin me around to use it against the curve of my ass, both things he’s done before because I asked him to, because I love it.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I answer, though I don’t bother trying to keep the mischievous grin off my face.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
I bite my lip. Not only did I make use of my vibrator, but I’d also pushed our bond wide open so that he felt it every time I came, knowing full-well that he was still on his commute home from the city, trapped on an hour-long vehicle ferry back to Motuwai.
It’s a game we play sometimes; he’s teased me as many times as I’ve teased him, but I can tell now that layering such a move on top of this idea of breeding me has really gotten under his skin.
“I think I was a good girl for waiting until I was sure you weren’t in any meetings,” I say as Van unbuttons his shirt slowly. He leaves it hanging open and reaches for my face, brushing my cheek with the back of his hand before swiping his thumb over my bottom lip.
“I almost came in my pants while waiting in line for coffee on the boat.”
“I think you like the anticipation.”
“Yeah?” He unzips his fly, pulling out the length of his cock, precum already beading at the tip as he pulls his foreskin back. “Open up and taste how much I liked it, then.” His other hand is already buried in my hair, grabbing a fistful firmly but gently and guiding my head forward.
It’s tempting to keep being a brat about it all, but the cock in front of me is even more enticing.
I part my lips, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the smooth skin at the head of his cock, my tongue darting out to taste him, licking at the slit.
I tilt my head to watch his reaction, pressing my tongue against the sensitive patch of skin on the underside of his cock, smiling around it as he tips his head back with a moan.
Seeing him like this is the ultimate turn on.
His knot is already swollen, as it always is when he’s erect.
I squeeze it tight just to hear him hiss, sucking hard, my other hand brushing fabric aside to cup his balls.
He curses quietly, thrusting into my mouth once, twice, pulling out after the third.
I can tell he’s close already — I can’t blame him after I’ve been such a tease — and I lick a stripe up the length of him.
“Just so you know, this is the wrong hole if you wanna get me pregnant,” I quip before sucking his cock back into my mouth, pushing forwards until he hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck, Ellie,” he whispers, sounding pained as he grips my hair once more, gently pulling me off his cock. “Just so you know, I’m going to ruin that pussy.”
I grin up at him.
“That sounds like fu—aah!” I squeak as he picks me up, tossing me over his shoulder like he’s a bloody caveman, slapping my ass hard as he makes his way down the hall to our bedroom.
I am thrown on the bed, and if that wasn’t a sure sign that I’ve pushed him too far, the way he grabs handfuls of my linen pants and tears them in half is all the proof I need.
“Okay then!” I say with a disbelieving laugh as he does the same to my undies.
“Fuck,” he swears, staring at my pussy, looking almost angry as he leans down, biting the inside of my thigh hard enough for it to sting. “So fucking wet,” he mutters, his long tongue licking a stripe up the centre of my cunt a moment later.
Usually, he’d settle in there, but I’m not at all surprised when he straightens up and begins undressing without a word, tension rolling off of him in waves. I do the same, pushing down the remaining linen, sitting up to yank my t-shirt and bralette off over my head.
He’s on me the moment my clothes hit the floor, all six-foot-eight of him, hands pinning my wrists above my head as he kisses me possessively, growling into my mouth.
The kisses continue down my neck and over my chest, lips sealing around a nipple to suck hard, another frustrated growl as he rises to his knees between my spread legs.
“How much do you want to spank me right now?” I dare to ask.
“Too much.” Gold eyes flick from my cunt to my face, and whatever he finds there is enough to satisfy him that he has my permission.
I’m flipped over in an instant, his open palm cracking against my bare ass a second later, hard enough that I know it’s going to leave a handprint behind.
My yelp turns into a moan as he massages away the initial sting, his “You’re such a little slut for punishment,” gentle, filled with admiration, and not at all degrading.
Neither of us are into that.
“You know I like wearing your mark,” I whisper against the bedspread, suddenly feeling emotional in that overwhelmed by love way.
He feels it too, and I don’t know how it’s possible to yearn for someone so much when you spend so much time with them already, but that’s what curls through our bond, wrapping around our hearts.
“You are the greatest thing that ever happened to me,” Van whispers fiercely as I roll over once more.
I pull him down against me, until his weight presses me into the mattress and my fingers dig into the strong muscle of his back.
With my lips to his neck, I breathe in the scent of him, sweet and spicy and masculine all at once.
Everything about him is familiar and comforting and sexy and exciting, and I’ll never get sick of any of this.
“I love you,” I breathe in his ear. “More than I can ever describe.” He’s my everything. He always will be.
“I love you, my mate.”
When he rises to his knees once more I can’t help but let out a nervous laugh. “Why am I like this? I feel self-conscious all of the sudden.”
“It’s a big thing.”
“Oh, I know,” I say, eyeing his dick, and he rolls his eyes, slapping my clit with it for good measure. It’s enough to change the mood again, and as Van slides the head of his cock through my wet folds I’m suddenly desperate to be filled. “Fuck me,” I beg.
“I’m just trying to savour the moment,” he murmurs, his eyes focused on the place where we meet as he pushes in ever so slightly, teasing me with the most shallow of thrusts.
“Are your wolves happy?”
“Very. This is the best day of our lives. Fuck, you’re beautiful.
” His circles my clit with his thumb, his thick cock still barely inside me, the need to come building quickly.
I’m breathing heavily, so close, when he stops, thrusting in suddenly, the movement both shocking and hot all at once. My moan compliments his pained groan.
“Fuck you,” he says, head tipped back, his voice that joking, teasing tone that we often take with each other.
“Why?” I grin, deliberately tightening around him, making him growl, the pads of his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips. His chest is heaving as if I’m physically hurting him with my kegels.
“Because I’m going to last ten seconds. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you feel too fucking good and you teased me, Ellie,” he snarls.
“Coming in me is the whole point,” I remind him. I start to move my hips and he grabs my thighs in a death grip, growling as he glares at me.
“Not in three thrusts. This whole situation has gotten to my head.”
“Which one?”
I shriek with laughter as he slaps the side of my ass. He feels so fucking good inside me.
“I had a feeling that you’d be ovulating soon, it had been long enough, and I’ve been thinking about it all week, waiting, then and I scented you ovulating this morning but you were asleep and I had to get across to the city for that meeting, so I exercised extreme control,” he says, emphasising the point with two hard, wondrous thrusts, “because I didn’t want a quickie.
I wanted to make the most of fucking you, of breeding you like I’ve wanted to for the past two and a half years, and so I knew all day that this was going to happen, that I was going to fuck you for this purpose, and then you spent an hour torturing me with your mind orgasms to the point that I was leaking precum in my pants…
” He shakes his head, and it strikes me that he is genuinely concerned about his performance at this point.
“Babe, I’m available all night, and I already cleared both of our calendars for the next few days.
You are the sexiest man I’ve ever met, and there is nothing sexier than knowing you’re so worked up over me.
I want you to come in me, over and over.
I edged you on purpose.” I run my hands down his abs. “I’m so fucking turned on, please…”
I gasp as he slams forward once, hard and forceful, before pausing again, pushing my knees apart until I am as spread as I can possibly be. “Stay like that,” he demands, his voice bordering on an alpha bark, the faint magic of it tingling up my spine.
“What are you going to do?” I ask breathlessly, realising that of course he’s never going to give up control that easily.
“What do you think?” His tone is serious, but the way he brushes the hair back from my face makes my heart ache. I turn my head, kissing his palm.
When his fingers return to my pussy, they dance around my labia, teasing, avoiding my clit. I’ve earned this level of orgasm denial, but it doesn’t make me any less needy. “Va—”
“Come,” he demands with the full force of his alpha bark. My body obeys, unable to do anything other than orgasm around his cock as I let out a choked groan. “Come,” he orders again, just as I’m coming down from the first one.
“Oh fuck!” I cry out between gasping breaths, my thighs shaking, every muscle in my body taught with the force of it. I have no idea how Van hasn’t come yet.
He leans forward without warning, caging me between his arms, his gaze intense as he stares down at me. “Come!” he barks again, torturing me in the very best way. My mouth opens in a silent scream.
“Fuck me!” I practically snarl as soon as I’ve caught my breath. I’m so desperate for him to knot me that I’m on the brink of using an alpha bark myself.
“You sure?” he teases, giving me one of his most charming lopsided grins.
“Yes I’m fucking sure,” I whine, squirming underneath him, the edge of his knot pressing at my entrance. “Evander, please.”
“You want a baby?”
“I want your baby,” I say emphatically, “so hurry up and knot me.”
A feral sort of excitement flashes across his face, and I bet if his wolves could talk to me right now they’d be howling with glee.
They’re probably doing just that in his head.
Our bond is full of love and lust in equal measure as Van begins a relentless pace, hammering into me, filling the room with the rhythmic sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
I don’t know how long he actually lasts for.
It’s definitely more than ten seconds, definitely more than the three thrusts he claimed he was capable of.
I come again as he knots me, no magic involved this time, just the press of his swelling knot against my g-spot and the flood of his cum hot within me, and the knowledge that this moment might actually change our lives forever.
He collapses on top of me for a moment and I press kisses over his heart, feeling the thundering beat it against my lips. We are so different in so many ways — not even the same species — and yet there is no one in this world who is more right for me than Van.
When he rolls us both, the tug of his knot is a pleasurable sting. I sigh, settling against his chest, humming as he squeezes me tight.
“I’m excited for the future,” I whisper.
“Same, baby. I am too.”