Chapter Twenty-Eight #2
Every single cell in my body is zinging with electricity.
My wolf is howling, demanding I obey this one command.
He’s pleading with me, even offering to be quiet for a week.
My hands shake as I cup her face in my palms. I kiss her as if she’s the only thing keeping me alive, my only reason for existing.
And maybe she is because I can’t think of anything other than her.
Her legs shift, bracketing my hips, and suddenly all thoughts cease to exist when I’m pressed against her in a way I’ve only fantasized about. Heat sears through my jeans and directly to my dick that pulses in response.
“Bellamy,” I rasp. “Tell me what you want. Please, for the love of our Goddess, tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”
Her smile could stop my heart as it spread across her face, her bright green eyes glowing. “Clothes off, puppy. Unless…I need to use magic to remove them.” Purple lightning cracks along her arm as she snaps her fingers.
My eyes widen, and I’m half tempted to try it out for the sake of research. She smirks and I almost believe she read my mind when she snaps her fingers again and my jeans disappear into thin air. As if they didn’t exist in the first place.
“Whoa! That’s a neat trick. What else can you do?” I might be losing the plot here, but magic is still so new to me, I can’t help it.
She laughs, the sound sinful and sultry as she falls to her knees in front of me. We should probably move to the room, but I won’t dare stop her or what we are doing to say anything.
“You’re hopeless,” she teases, scooting between my spread legs. They are trembling, my nervousness and excitement are bleeding out of me. I watch in rapt attention as she leans over them, moving up my body as I lean back. Goddess I can’t believe I’m here, but don’t wake me up if I’m sleeping.
“So hopeless,” she purrs as she walks her fingers up my stomach. My muscles twitch with every touch.
“Yeah…well,” I manage, my throat squeezing as I watch her. “First time jitters and all that. Speaking of that, why aren’t you nervous? Shouldn’t you be?”
“Mm,” she hums as her finger swirls through the hair below my belly button. “I’m plenty nervous puppy, but I’m enjoying this too much to stop now. Watching you all needy and all mine might be my new favorite pass time. In the name of learning, let’s find out how much I enjoy it.”
I whimper, loudly as the blush spreads. I can’t even feel the shame of it anymore. There’s none left, just pure need.
She sits back on her heels, her fingers fumbling with the zipper of her dress until the loud zip rings around the room.
Her dress falls to her waist and I forget how to breathe.
Pale skin with purple lines zig zagging across beneath it.
Soft curves giving her a sweet, beautiful shape.
All that dark magic, snark, and jagged edges pieced together to make the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.
Sitting up, my hands hover over the sea of bare skin in front of me. I’m so tempted to touch her, I want to feel her beneath my fingers. But a part of me is scared to touch it, to mar her unique skin with my touch.
“Goddess Bellamy,” I whisper. “You’re—” My throat locks, I can barely squeeze the words out. “You are the most exquisite creature I’ve ever seen. I’m the luckiest man alive. You’re everything I dreamed of and more.”
Her dusty-rose nipples tighten under my gaze. All thoughts vanish from my mind as I stare at them, trying to convince myself to touch them, but worried it’s too soon.
“Still fumbling?” she asks with a soft chuckle. Her head tilts, and I can’t help but wish I was as put together as she is.
“Always,” I say, my swallow audible enough that I duck my head.
She laughs, reaching towards me as if to guide me, but instead I gather the courage.
Her laughter melts into a gasp as my fingers clamp down on her hardened nipple.
Pressing down until she hisses. Moving away from her nipples, I glide my fingers around the curve of her breast. They aren’t large, nothing more than a b-cup, but to me they are perfect. Just like her.
My hands trace down her ribs, gripping her by the hip, I nudge her backwards. It’s my turn to have the confidence.
She blinks up at me, surprised, but she doesn’t hesitate to do as I requested.
Lying down on her back, her dark hair fanned out across the floor, the purple smoke pillowed all around her.
It’s almost as if we are on purple clouds of her own making.
The candles flicker and splutter creating shadows across her skin as if her magic has a front row seat to the action.
I hover over her, one arm propping me up as I take in every inch, fighting every urge to rush into this.
Taking everything without hesitation. There is a war happening inside me.
I want to take it slow, even though I’m eager.
Milo, my wolf, wants to use our baser instincts and bite, claim, and rut into her.
I’ve spent years waiting for this moment, even if I didn’t know it was her I was waiting for. We have a lifetime to take it fast. For now, I want to worship at her altar until she believes me. Believes every word I whisper, every touch, and believes in us.
“Trouble,” I murmur.
“Call me Bells,” she says with a sigh. “If you want to,” she adds quickly.
I smile because I’ve waited for this wall to fall, even if I’ve had my nickname for her this whole time. It means the world to me she wants me to call her by the name only one other person calls her.
Emotions swell, stealing all the words, wrecking my voice. My finger swipes across her cheek, curling under her chin as I hold her eyes with mine. “I love more than anything that you want me to call you by the special name, but I want to keep my nickname for you, if that’s alright.”
She nods her head; her bow lips popping open as I move my hand down the column of her throat. Slowly trailing my finger between her breasts, watching her skin pebble with each movement.
“Tell me if I get this wrong. I’ve never—” The words stutter out of me, a confession I never wanted to admit to.
She presses a finger to my lips, cutting me off. Her eyes soften, even as they gleam with lust. “Miles, you don’t have to worry about getting it wrong. We are going to fumble through this together!”
The world tilts as her words sink in. My chest squeezes tightly. I can’t seem to breathe around what she is saying. “You—you mean…you aren’t worried about it being bad?”
She shakes her head softly, and the smile that curves her lips is sinful. “So maybe don’t worry about being perfect, puppy. We’ll figure this out together.”
Goddess help me, I almost weep right there.
The validation I feel knowing that we are in this together and she sees me, gives me the renewed confidence that I need.
I kiss her slowly, reverently, and with all the desire burning inside me.
My lips are wet with her taste, and my lungs are burning, but I won’t be stopping again. Not until we fall into exhaustion.
My hand finds her breast again, braver this time, more sure of what I’m going to do. I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger until she moans into my mouth. That sound will haunt me in the best way for the rest of my life. Every time I think of our first time, I’ll replay this first moan.
Her hips arch, brushing her core against me, the warmth of it seeping through my boxers, and I almost lose it. I groan, biting my lip, trying to keep myself grounded in the moment before I lose it at the start of the race. “I want to make you feel good,” I plead. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
Her nails drag down my back, leaving a burning trail in their wake. “Just keep going, puppy. You are doing so well.”
My cock twitches at her words. Praise. Fucking praise.
She doesn’t even know what it does to me, fuck; I didn’t even know what it was going to do to me.
It tears me open and makes me hers in ways the bond never will.
I swear if she pet me, called me a good boy, and smiled at me, I would come undone right there.
I slide my hand lower, tracing over the curve of her hip, straight to the soft inside of her thigh.
The warmth of her core heats my hand as I stroke slow circles across her leg.
With each circle, I move closer and closer to where I want to be.
She gasps, spreading her legs even more, practically begging me to touch her.
My fingers tremble as they swipe through her pussy for the first time.
She’s slick and ready. The silky softness of her wraps around my fingers as I plunge my middle finger inside her.
With each hook of my finger, I can feel her pulling me in.
I don’t know how long I’m going to last at this rate.
“Goddess, Trouble,” I breathe. “You’re so wet for me, for us. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.”
She smirks, even as her body shudders from my words. “Don’t get cocky, sir. You haven’t earned it yet.”
“Challenge accepted,” I whisper, and dip my head down, capturing her nipple in my mouth as I add another finger.
After a few pumps of my fingers, testing exactly what pulls the best reaction from her, I find a rhythm and go after it with full vigor.
As if I’ve learned the perfect spell, I watch as she falls under my ministrations.
Her laugh melts into wanton moans as I push her higher and higher. I know I’m doing something right when I feel her tighten around my fingers.
“Oh my moon and stars, don’t stop, Miles. Fuck, it feels so good.” The candles all gutter out at once, leaving us cocooned in nothing but magic, moonlight through her windows, and the soft glow of her purple haze.
Her words undo me, my moon and stars, crumbling the last of my resolve. I want to etch them into my skin, carve them into my bones, because to me that is the biggest claim on my soul she’s ever made.
Her smoke swirls up my arms, tightening as if it’s a living thing. Brushing my shoulders, curling down my back, her power demands to be part of this moment as we are.
“That’s my good girl,” I whisper against her breast, words I never thought I would say, but don’t regret saying. My praise mingles with hers, and for the first time, I don’t feel embarrassed about the words slipping out. Instead, I feel…right.
She gasps, her nails digging even deeper than before, and I know she’s close.
I curl my fingers, pushing her even higher.
Her entire body bows off the floor, the purple haze sparking even brighter.
My wolf howls inside me, demanding we claim her.
Mark her right on her neck for the entire world to see.
Her head thrashes as her climax builds to the point of no return. “I need you, Miles. I need all of you, please.”
It’s the please that breaks me. Snapping any restraint I had. I rip my boxers down, my hard cock springing free as I give it a few rough strokes. My entire body is zinging, all my nerve endings tingling as I line up with her entrance.
Her eyes go wide when she sees me, all my glory. My thick shaft with veins protruding along it as I swipe the head of my cock along her seam. Her mouth drops into an O shape as her eyes widen.
“Oh,” she gasps when I push the tip into her.
Her legs come up and bracket me in front of her. There’s nowhere for me to go but forward, something she’s making more obvious as she pushes my ass with her ankles. I push forward, slow and careful, until her heat surrounds me.
She pulls me in so tight I swear I can see stars dancing in my vision. Her walls pulse around me and even with my lack of experience, I know we won’t last long.
“Bellamy,” I choke out. “Fuck. You feel amazing wrapped around me. You feel like you were made for me.”
I don’t dare move, waiting for her to adjust to the fullness. For me to grab my bearings, or at least attempt to.
“Good boy, now move. I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”
And when I finally thrust forward, her heat wrapping me in velvet fire, my wolf claws his way free. My fangs drop as I sink them into the curve of her shoulder, claiming her in every way I can.
Her cry rips through the room, filled with pleasure, shock, and magic.
The purple haze explodes outward, lightning cracking around the room.
It sears into my skin, branding my chest in a glowing purple mark.
I howl in pain and pleasure as it washes over me.
When the haze clears, I glance down to see it.
A small crescent moon and a scattering of stars etched right over my heart.
It’s as if her magic claimed me the same way I claimed her.
She pants beneath me, equally in awe and shock of the mark on my chest. “Looks like you truly are my moon and stars now.”
Between the sight of her naked body laid out in front of me, the feel of her wrapped around my cock, and now the bond burning between us–I’m completely lost in everything Bellamy.
She whispers, voice trembling but certain. “Miles, please move. I can’t wait any longer.”
And as I obey her command, lost in her very essence, I know one thing for certain.
We’ll never survive each other.