Chapter 16
Taryn
I’ve been by myself since Victor left.
It’s my first time alone in this luxurious penthouse suite since he brought me here. He’s made me believe I deserve to be here, but I’m still learning how to be Penthouse Taryn.
I start with another nice, soothing bath.
I don’t know why, but it makes me feel as radiant as a good night’s sleep.
That, combined with the mating bond, has me spraying one of the many shower nozzles between my legs for a few minutes while rinsing off.
I don’t know for sure if my heightened arousal is the mating bond or just that Victor is sexy as fuck, but it sure isn’t normal for me.
Unfortunately, once I dry off and start looking through the new panties I still haven’t modeled for Victor, I feel yet another tremor of arousal. I didn’t mind these when I had Victor here all to myself, but now that he’s gone, they’re not exactly fun.
I squeeze my thighs together and whimper on the way to the wet bar. A drink seems like what I need, so I pour some vodka into a glass. I start to down it, but then I remember seeing some cranberry juice in the fridge.
“Mmmm,” I hum, sipping the mixed drink. “Maybe that will help.”
It doesn’t. The only thing a drink does is make my inhibitions crater. I admit defeat, walk to the bedroom, and spread out on the bed. There’s so much mattress left over, all I feel is fluff. Fluff and an ache in my core.
I slide my hand between my legs and start rubbing circles around my clit.
My hips move and I whine, because I really, really need to come.
Except I need more than just my fingers; I need Victor.
I need his gloriously long tongue or his thick, hard cock.
Either would do. My fingers sink lower, and I let two slip inside me while my thumb rubs my clit.
“Yes, fuck,” I groan desperately, finally feeling a hint of relief.
A thud jolts me out of my obscene trance. Heavy footsteps make me sit up on the bed. I’m naked. I’m wet. My juices are all over the place. I move down the mattress to hide the evidence of my desperate arousal, groaning a little when I feel the dampness.
“Ah, there you are,” Victor growls, walking into the room. His eyes narrow enough for me to know the scent gives away what I’ve been doing. “What were you doing, little girl?”
I could lie, but that would get me in more trouble. I shouldn’t really get in trouble for this. I’m allowed to touch myself, if I want to. It seems like that should be part of the everything I deserve.
“You weren’t here and the mating bond got a little insistent,” I admit, squirming on the bed.
“Do you think I’m going to punish you for touching yourself?” he chuckles, peeling off his shirt as he walks closer to the bed.
“No,” I say. “I just wasn’t expecting you to walk in while I was doing it.”
He removes the rest of his clothes and he’s hard as a rock. He puts a knee on the bed, leans closer, and tilts my head until I meet his dark gaze.
“I like that you’re confident enough to say that,” he reassures me, lightly kissing my lips. “I like it even better that you’re already wet.”
He’s between my legs in an instant, hand on my throat, pinning me down as he spreads my thighs with his knees.
Then his giant cock spears into me and I gasp.
This isn’t going to be gentle. I wrap my arms around him, groaning when he starts to move.
This is what I needed. This is exactly what I needed.
“At least I don’t have to ask if you missed me,” he teases, biting my neck enough for me to feel his fangs while his thrusts get faster. Then he bites my ear even harder and my pussy clamps around his length like I’m trying to claim him. “Or maybe you just missed my cock.”
“I missed you,” I admit, hissing into his ear as he hammers his cock into my pussy. “But I really need this.”
“Being apart from you is torture for me too,” he pants. “That’s how it should be. You should always be close to me. Close enough for me to be inside you every time I catch your sweet scent.”
“Right now, I totally agree,” I’m gasping loudly, his heavy weight pinning me down so that all I can do is take it. And I really love taking it. “Oh god, I’m about to come!”
“Good,” he growls, biting my neck again. His cock throbs enough for me to know he’s close. “Me too.”
He squeezes my neck, bites it, and roars against my skin as he climaxes. Feeling his seed jetting into me sends me spiraling over the edge until I’m shaking on his cock. He keeps moving until my pussy stops fluttering, then he leans back, hands sliding to my hips.
I’ve gotten used to being flipped over like this, tossed like a ragdoll, his cock still inside me as I go from flat on my back to trembling on my knees. I can tell by how hard his hands sink into my hips that I’m about to be rutted.
“This is how much I missed you,” he rumbles, his dick throbbing inside me as he begins to roughly thrust into me.
“You must have missed me a lot!” I can barely get the words out as another orgasm rushes through me and he’s slamming into me as hard as he usually does.
“The only reason… I left you was… to handle things… that concern you,” he grunts between thrusts. “And they have been…handled.”
I want to ask more, but that’s enough reassurance for now. Not that I even asked for any. All I asked for when he walked through the door was his cock. I didn’t even have to say it. My scent did all the talking for me.
Now I’m getting rutted. I’m orgasming constantly. He’s driving his length into me so hard and fast this massive bed is shaking. It didn’t even budge when he threw me onto it, so it takes a lot of effort to make it move like this. Or a wolf shifter who can’t get enough of me.
“Oh god, oh god, Victor!” I chant like a mantra. My voice gets louder every time it leaves my lips until I’m practically screaming. “Victor!”
“That’s it, mate,” he growls, still plowing into my pussy, the angle making him hit my g-spot. “Scream my name while I fill you with my seed!”
I do. So loud I’m sure the entire hotel can hear me, but I don’t have the willpower to care.
My brain is just mush and pleasure. I’ve never felt more radiant.
More alive. I deserve everything and right now, I’m getting everything I deserve.
Victor would be so proud if he could read my mind right now.
“Fuck! Fuuuck!” he shouts, his thrusts becoming erratic as his hot seed explodes deep inside me.
“Yes, yes!” I scream, my eyes rolling back as an enormous orgasm quakes through my body, my pussy massaging his length with so much desperation I come again.
My entire body is vibrating when he finally stills. Then I feel something else. The base of his cock seems to swell, just for a couple of seconds, and the stretch is incredible. Then it goes away and I groan.
“What was that?” I breathe out.
“My knot,” he answers me panting. “I won’t be able to knot you properly until the frenzy hits, but as our time grows closer, my knot will start trying to form.”
“You really are a wolf,” I’m sure there is wonder in my voice, my liquified brain not as terrified of being knotted as I probably should be.
“With all the instincts that come with it,” he states proudly, gently sliding his cock out of me. “And right now, I have to protect you. I won’t be able to stay long. I need to shower. And go out again.”
“What’s going on? Is there trouble?” I become a little more alert, rolling over once he gets out of bed.
“No, just a team of Witch Hunters,” he says nonchalantly. “Saul wanted to meet with them, so we did. They’re not after you. They just want the book.”
“The book?” I look toward the living room area, where it’s still in his backpack. “You’re going to give it to them?”
He turns to face me, his dick still semi-hard and dripping with the same combination of juices leaking out of my battered passage.
“Is that a problem? You said your grandmother got it at an estate sale,” he says.
“That’s what she said, but…” I worry my bottom lip between my teeth. “If it helped with the fate-block, what if it was in my family longer than that? Maybe she didn’t tell me everything.”
“The fate-block is broken. You may be descended from druids, but you don’t have druid powers.
You’ve never been trained in the ways of Ishtar.
There’s no need to decipher the book or try to cast spells.
That’ll just attract more trouble like the Witch Hunters who are already here, or something even worse. ”
He does have a point. One spell is enough for me. I mean, it gave me everything, and a wolf shifter to make sure I believe I deserve it. It’s not like I could ask for more. If I did, he’d probably trip over himself trying to give it to me.
“So, we give them the book and they go away?” I ask hesitantly.
“That’s the deal. If they don’t, then we’ll get the book back covered in their blood,” he warns. “Either way, the Witch Hunter problem will be solved.”
I consider it a few moments more. “Okay, yeah. Give them the book.”
“I wasn’t really asking, but I’m glad we agree,” he grins at me then turns and walks into the bathroom.
The words prick a little. Not enough to make me fight him, but enough to remind me that trusting Victor and being devoured by Victor are not always the same thing.
I barely understand this strange new world I’ve found myself in.
I keep arranging things in my head like puzzle pieces from multiple different boxes.
I’m certainly not going to start casting spells.
I don’t think I need magic when I’ve got a wolf shifter to protect me. And maybe, eventually, to love me.
I’ve asked Victor more about druids, Mother Fate, Ishtar, and Gilgamesh.
I seem to have a better understanding of it now, even with my overwhelmed brain.
Mother Fate and Mother Nature were the balance that kept the universe thriving.
Nobody knows if Mother Fate has a name like Mother Nature did.
Ishtar was what Mother Nature’s druids called her. Mother Fate didn’t have any druids.
Gilgamesh wanted to learn the secrets of shifting and that took him down a bloody path until he had enough power to slay Ishtar.
Then he took her power too. Nobody’s sure what happened after that, exactly, except that Mother Fate is the only one left.
Taking on Mother Nature’s duties, as well as her own seems to have resulted in some gaps, like some of the wolves not receiving a mate.
Even a goddess can’t balance everything, apparently.
There are plenty of legends amongst the wolves. Only a few survived Gilgamesh’s reign and they were scattered to the wind. They found human mates, instead of druids. They formed packs. Some history was recorded but most of it was lost. Not much different from humans, I suppose.
It feels strange to give away the only object that might know more about my family than I do. But it also nearly ruined my life, or fixed it, or both. I don’t know how to hold something like that. Something Witch Hunters come looking for.
For now, I’ll just rest. If he thinks giving the book away is the best move, I’ll trust him. He’s done more for me than anyone else ever has.
If this life includes everything but the book, I’m okay with that, as long as I have him.