Chapter 18
Taryn
I have mixed feelings about giving away the book now that I’ve had some time to think about it.
I definitely have no plans to decipher it or try to cast spells.
I’m just not sure if there’s some reason my grandmother had it.
Maybe it really did come from an estate sale, and there’s no mystery beyond it, but it feels like there could be more.
My grandmother believed our family was cursed, and she also possessed the key to breaking that curse. That doesn’t feel random.
But my grandmother isn’t here anymore for me to ask.
The curse is broken. Maybe I’m just overthinking it.
The book isn’t useful to me anymore, now that Victor and I have found each other.
Breaking the fate-block brought Witch Hunters to Covington.
I wouldn’t want to risk bringing anything else to my doorstep.
I also don’t like being separated from my mate. He was here long enough to put out the fire between my legs, but now he’s been gone long enough for it to return.
I’m on the couch in a bathrobe, rubbing my thighs together because I need some sort of friction to keep from going mad. I’m close to returning to the bedroom so I can tend to the problem myself when I hear the front door open.
“You’re back,” I crow, immediately standing up. “How did things go with the Witch Hunters?”
“They won’t be a problem anymore,” he smiles, dropping his backpack on the ground. I glance at it, but I can’t tell if the book is gone.
“You gave them the book?” I ask.
“We’ll talk about that later; all I can think about right now is you.” Striding over to me, he puts his hands on my hips. “I was thinking about you the entire time I was gone.”
“I was thinking about you too,” I admit, letting out a soft moan when he pushes the robe off my shoulders.
It puddles to the floor and Victor pulls me into his arms, crushing my lips with a kiss that turns my brain to mush again.
He lifts me off the ground and I wrap my legs around his waist the best I can, barely able to hang on due to his size.
But it’s more than enough for me to feel his hard cock.
Enough to make him growl when I grind against it while he carries me to the bedroom.
I should ask about the book again. I know I should. But my body is loose and warm, and Victor’s arms feel safer than answers.
I hit the mattress and get comfortable as I watch Victor remove his clothes.
He’s so incredibly hot and sexy that I never get tired of watching him undress.
I’m rubbing my wet thighs together in anticipation when he slides his boxers down.
I had been so intimidated by the sight of his huge, throbbing cock. Now, I just want it inside me.
“You just sat around and waited for me to return like a good girl, hmm?” he chuckles, grabbing my leg and pulling me toward him as he climbs into bed.
“Mm-hmm,” I hum, gasping a little as he moves between my thighs. “I didn’t even touch myself this time. But if you had taken much longer, I would have.”
“There should be no further distractions,” he murmurs, rubbing the head of his cock against my entrance. “Just you and me until the frenzy ends.”
“But it hasn’t started yet, right?” I groan, my back arching as he enters me.
“No, mate. Not yet.” Victor lets out a groan of his own as he pulls his cock back and drives it into me until he’s hilted. “The frenzy will do things to us you can’t imagine.”
“Like what?” I gasp, feeling full and complete until he begins to move. The friction feels so good I don’t even care about the frenzy. “Oh god, that feels incredible.”
“I’ve never experienced the frenzy myself, but I’ve heard it’s quite intense. It’s supposed to mess with your head even worse than the initial mating bond,” he is somehow explaining all this even while he is moving faster as he drives his cock into me.
“So, more of the same?” How can my brain can get any mushier than it already is? “Just more intense?”
“Something like that,” he pants. “But no matter what, you’re mine. That won’t change. Nothing will ever come between us, Taryn.”
I give in to the pleasure. It feels too good not to. Having a massive wolf shifter between my legs is everything I’ve ever needed, and the fire is finally being stoked properly. The pressure is building and the heat in my core rages every time he drives his hard length along my g-spot.
“Nothing. Nothing between us,” I moan, trying to pull him closer.
“Not today. Not ever,” he croons, leaning down and kissing my ear then down my neck.
The golden flame is back in his dark gaze.
I love seeing it, especially when I know it’s because of me.
It’s proof that my mate is as desperate as I am.
Whatever connects us is stronger than a spell from an old book.
It feels like the most powerful force in the world.
Emotional magnetism. Gravity that obeys laws of passion instead of physics.
A burning need that is way too strong to fight.
We can’t fight it. Victor certainly isn’t. I’m not sure anything could keep him away from me. If I feel like I would try to run through a brick wall if it stood between us, I can’t imagine what a beast who actually could run through a brick wall feels when we’re apart.
But I know how he feels right now. How desperate he is.
I can see it every time the golden flame flickers in his eyes.
His cock throbs inside me a little harder every time he goes deep.
The pressure has built into an ache, and that ache is getting more intense.
Finally, I feel my pussy begin to flutter along his hard length.
“Oh god, I’m going to come,” I keen, my hips jerking as the pleasure consumes me.
“Yes, mate,” he encourages me. “Let me feel you. It’s the best feeling in the entire fucking world. Come for me.”
He pushes in hard and holds himself against me while my pussy spasms on his thick cock, prolonging the pleasure as it rushes through my veins.
I clench his cock as hard as I can as I get rocked with another tremor of bliss, but I can’t hold him for long.
He resumes hammering into me. He’s so desperate and needy I don’t think anything could slow him down right now.
The orgasm doesn’t end. It just rolls on, one wave crashing into another until I can’t tell if I’m coming again or if I never stopped.
I’m getting addicted to this. Multiple orgasms every time he touches me.
Climaxing on his dick again and again while he slams it into me.
His throbs get harder and faster, just like his thrusts.
“I love the way your pussy just keeps begging for my cock when I fuck you like this,” he growls, driving his length deep, groaning in ecstasy. “I was thinking about it the entire time I was gone.”
My back arches hard enough to lift me off the mattress.
I feel him everywhere when he’s fucking me this hard and fast. Inside me.
Around me. Over me. I don’t catch scents like he does, but his is in my nose and lungs.
I’m breathing him in and breathing him out.
Just when I think it couldn’t feel any better, his weight shifts, pinning me to the mattress.
His thick cock fills my body and mind so completely that every thrust seems to steal another piece of sanity.
I love it. I love being beneath him like this.
I love being claimed by something stronger than fear, stronger than doubt, stronger than every miserable thing I used to believe about myself.
He’s made me believe I deserve the good things in life, instead of someone else’s scraps. All because I belong to him.
“Oh god,” I moan as another orgasm seizes me without warning.
The orgasm peaks and I cry out, loud and helpless, my thighs shaking around his hips. His mouth finds my throat, his teeth scraping over my skin. His groans tell me he can feel every flutter of my pussy, just like I can feel every inch of his throbbing length.
“Again,” he demands with a snarl against my neck. “Come for me again.”
“I am,” I gasp, another orgasm tearing through me. “I am!”
“It’s not enough,” he growls. “I want you to come so fucking hard you force me to fill you with my seed.”
“You’re not close?!” I hear myself cry out. “You feel close,” I gasp my words into his ear as his teeth find my neck again.
“I’m close, mate. I’m dangerously close,” he growls. “But if you want it, you have to earn it.”
Earn it by orgasming? I’m not sure I can come any harder than I already have.
Every single rush of pleasure seems to get a little weaker.
I don’t feel like I’m in control of them.
They’re just happening, no matter what I do.
While I’m trying to figure it out in my stupefied brain, I feel another one build into an incredible crescendo, obeying my mate without any instruction from me.
“That one wasn’t hard enough,” he gasps, angling his dick into my g-spot.
“I’m trying… I don’t know how,” I whine.
“When you feel it coming, hold it back. Hold it until you think you’re going to die,” he is panting out his orgasm intensification instructions. “Then hold it some more. Make me force it out of you, and I guarantee it’ll be hard enough to make me explode.”
“You’re already forcing them out of me,” I groan, but I try to obey.
I fight against the pressure when it builds. My jaw tightens until only muffled whimpers and moans and hisses escape my lips. My muscles are so tight my entire body is shaking. I feel like I’m trying to contain something too powerful for my body to hold, but I give it my all.
“Ohhh, I can feel it now,” he groans. “It’s going to be explosive when I fuck it out of you.”
“Hurry, pleeeease” I keen through clenched teeth. “I can’t hold it much longer.”
“No, little girl,” he snarls. “You’ll hold it as long as I tell you to.”
It sounds like an impossible feat, yet I somehow manage to control my body for a few more seconds. But that doesn’t last long. It gets too intense and I feel like I’m going to die. I’m so desperate to come, every cell in my body is begging for release.
“I can’t, Victor, I can’t,” I yell, tears dampening my lashes.
“You can,” he orders firmly, his massive cock still slamming into my pussy. “Don’t give it to me, mate. I’m going to take it from you.”
“I’m trying,” I whine.
The hard, furious thrusts keep coming. I’m so tense it feels like my muscles could get stuck this way. I’m being tormented with pleasure, but my body refuses to give up. It seems compelled to obey him, even as more of my brain checks out. The mating bond is trying to devour me just like Victor is.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god” I chant, my body jerking as I struggle.
“So, fucking close,” he growls, leaning back enough for me to see that the golden flame in his eyes is raging. “You’ve done so well.”
“Thank you,” I whimper. “Can I come now?”
“Keep fighting it,” he commands me to submit to his will, leaning back down and biting my neck. “But it’s a fight you’re about to lose.”
Victor shifts his weight, his cock at the perfect angle to hit my g-spot.
I keep fighting. I do everything in my power not to come, even as his throbs drive me mad.
I feel the control breaking, and it’s not me doing it.
His thrusts are savage now, driving me into the mattress every time his massive frame meets mine.
I finally hit the point of no return, and it’s a fight I’ve never been happier to lose.
“Fuck! Oh fuck!” I scream. “Victor!”
It feels like a nuclear bomb detonates in my core when I come. I clamp around his cock so hard he growls when he has to power his length into me.
“Yes! That’s what I needed!” he shouts. “What we both needed!”
With a roar that is easily the most intensely masculine sound I’ve ever heard, he erupts inside me, setting off a chain reaction of massive orgasms that are equally destructive.
My pussy doesn’t just flutter and massage his length.
It squeezes and seizes the hard flesh like I’m trying to keep it inside me forever.
He just keeps slamming into me, not stopping until we’re both spent.
His knot tries to form again and my pussy quivers on it before it recedes.
“Holy FUCK!” I whisper, every cell in my body tingling with pleasure.
“I told you it would be better if you let me force it out of you,” he rasps, kissing my neck before gently sliding out of me.
“It was better because of how hard it made you come,” I return, my eyes half-lidded. “I didn’t realize I was doing it wrong before. I just… enjoyed it all.”
“You haven’t done a damn thing wrong,” he retorts, pulling me into his arms as he falls to the bed beside me. “I just wanted to mix things up. I don’t want you to get bored of me before the frenzy even starts.”
“Bored of you?” I laugh, loving the way his warmth envelopes me when I feel a chill from the afterglow. “I don’t think that will ever happen.”
“Good,” he whispers.
“Do you want me to do it like that every time? Just hold them as long as I can?” I ask curiously.
“No, I’ll tell you if I want you to hold them,” he says. “Once the frenzy starts, control will get a lot more challenging for both of us.”
“It’s already challenging,” I admit, looking up at him. “Are you going to… mix it up in other ways?”
“Do you want me to?” he asks with keen curiosity.
“I’m sure it’s the mating bond going crazy, but I’m thinking about all sorts of things right now,” I answer. “Things I never really thought could be a turn on.”
“Like what?” he asks.
“Um, being tied up,” I say shyly, feeling a little vulnerable when I admit it. “Maybe being spanked, even if I don’t deserve it.”
“The mating bond is making you adventurous, hmm?” he murmurs, pulling me closer. “I’m sure I can keep things interesting, if you’re up for it.”
“Just… don’t hurt me, please,” I whisper. “Go slow. I’ve never really done anything adventurous before.”
“I’ll keep you safe,” he says. “But if we’re ever doing anything you don’t like or you’re concerned, we can work out a way for you to tell me that doesn’t ruin the fun.”
“Oh, like a safe word? I’ve heard of those,” I say.
“Let’s go with yellow and red,” he says. “Yellow means I need to slow down. Red means stop.”
“That’s easy enough,” I say. “But what about when the frenzy hits?”
“Don’t worry about that,” he chuckles. “When the frenzy hits, you won’t want me to slow down or stop. You’ll be begging and cursing my name if I don’t fuck you hard enough. But same rules apply. If you say yellow or red, even while I’m frenzied, I’ll hear you.”
I haven’t even figured out how to be Penthouse Taryn. Soon I’ll have to figure out how to be Frenzy Taryn.
Or maybe there won’t be a learning curve for that version of myself, if it’s as intense as he says.