Chapter Twenty Seven #2
I reach back and curl an arm around his neck and run my fingers up along his fur and muscles before I grab one of his horns and pull his head down closer to me.
There’s no need for me to guide Jaak, he moves, body, head, arms, all of him work to bring me closer to him.
He kisses my neck as the hand at my hip moves down to cup my sex.
I moan, arching my hips to get more friction from his touch.
I part my legs and gasp when I feel his hand move between my thighs.
His hand is massive, the span of it encompassing me completely as two fingers slide down and back between my thighs while the palm of his hand presses against my aching clit.
Pleasure dances along my body. The bond comes up and starts to wind itself around us.
I feel it against my legs and thighs, warm and heavy.
“Jaak, more. Please. I need-it’s not enough.
" I reach down and put my hands over his, not to push him but to be closer to him. I feel his hand flex under mine before I feel the motion against me. I dig my nails in deep, scoring the flesh beneath my touch as Jaak takes his time. He moves slowly, gentle, even. Though he chased me wildly only minutes before, it was because I wanted the chase. He gave me exactly what I wanted but now it seems he’s set on making me wait.
“Please,” I beg when the possessive hand over my aching pussy stills. “Don’t stop. I can’t take it if you stop.”
Jaak leans in close to me, lips brushing my ear and I feel the soft velvet touch of his maw against the delicate flesh there.
“Hold onto my arm,” he whispers. I don’t know what he means until he moves, the arm across my chest shifting higher.
I grab it when I start to move lower. I almost don’t.
The lack of support puts my weight on the hand still between my legs.
I bite my lip and clench my thighs and the delicious combination of weight and pressure dull the ache for a moment but then my need is there again.
It fires up and consumes me, forcing me to reach up and grab Jaak’s arm with both hands.
Only when I do does he move. He covers my eyes with one hand and with the other he tugs and pulls my pants until the top button gives and slides his hand inside.
“Jaak!” I cry out. The first brush of his hand on my heated thighs is bliss.
“That’s it, my heart. Cry for me. My sweet bride, my wife, my prize.
Can you feel how badly I need you?” he asks, lips against my neck, thick fingers starting to circle around where I want them the most. Two of his fingers brush over and around my clit in lazy circles, almost touching me before they move out again, circling bigger this time.
I growl in frustration when his fingers get further away from me but the sound dies when his touch goes lower.
Jaak’s fingers trace the apex of my thigh.
“Open yourself to me, Meadow,” he whispers.
I do what he asks and a moment later Jaak teases my entrance with a finger.
He keeps his touch light, a gentle caress that forces my world to narrow down to his thick fingers stroking me.
I whimper when Jaak eases into me and I squeeze his arm until my hands ache.
He pushes into me, giving me a little more.
“That’s it, my prize. You’re taking me beautifully.
” He moves again and his finger sinks in completely.
I’m soaked now, my aching body eager to welcome my husband into me.
Jaak moves slowly, finger sliding out just to sink back in with a low groan of encouragement when I cry out.
Jaak kisses my neck, my jaw, the drag of his tongue down my neck heightened by my lack of sight. “I know, I know,” he murmurs when I cry out and grab him tighter. “You can give me more, can’t you, Meadow?”
“Yes.” I don’t recognize my voice. It’s ragged and raw, it escapes me on instinct the same as my body.
My hips lift and push against his hand when Jaak’s finger thrusts into me again.
It feels good, better than I could ever have imagined when I wondered what it was I was forbidden to do by the cult.
What could be so bad they would swear it would make me impure and unfit as a bride?
I never dreamed it would feel this good to fall.
Jaak moves, a second finger joining the first and he eases it inside of me slowly. When I whimper from the stretch of him, he kisses me. The fingers of the hand across my eyes lightly stroking the side of my face.
“I know.”
“I can take it. More. Please.” I push my hips forward, rocking into his hand to add an extra punch to his touch. “Faster.”
Jaak chuckles and leans in. I can tell from the shift of his body that he’s curled around me, cradling me against his chest. The broad muscle at my back is warm and strong.
I reach a hand back and touch him, running my hand up his side.
I memorize the way his muscles flex when he moves faster.
My hand wanders down by his hip and I feel movement there.
Jaak’s hips rock forward, the motion slight but once I feel it I know why.
I slide my hand in more until I feel the bulge of his cock.
The pants he’s wearing are shredded from his transformation but still holding on.
I make a mental note to rip the pants off him myself before I make him chase me next time. I run my fingers along the material of his pants and palm him through them. The second I touch Jaak, I gasp. He’s big. Massive. I move my hand down slowly, palm pressed close to him and he groans.
“Meadow.”
I smile and rock my hips again but this time I slide my hand in time with them.
“I like hearing you say my name like that.” I cup my hand, and squeeze him and then slide my hand again in sync with my hips.
Jaak’s fingers curl and start to move faster and there’s more force now in his movements.
The pleasure building in my body grows by the second.
I arch my back, toes curling in my shoes, my chest aching from how hard my heart is pounding.
It feels like it could burst free at any second, like the pleasure Jaak brings me will have my chest breaking open from the force of it.
That’s the only way I can describe it. Everything is too much, overwhelming.
I can’t focus on anything at all but the way it feels to have Jaak in me and around me.
I move my hips, force them to keep up with how fast Jaak is thrusting into me now but I’ve lost my rhythm. My movements are erratic, hips moving out of time with his as adrenaline mixes with my arousal. When Jaak curls his fingers and quickens his strokes I come apart with a shout.
“Jaak!” My scream echoes down the empty hallway, bouncing off the floors and windows and back to me. Tears come to my eyes and I’m sobbing when I whimper.“Jaak.”
Something happens when I say his name. I’m still lost in the ecstasy rolling through me, my eyes covered by Jaak’s hand but I can sense something is changing.
There’s wind, the quiet feeling of slipping away that I felt when we teleported.
Gravity vanishes and I know we’re moving even though Jaak remains still.
We can’t be teleporting right now, can we?
I sag in Jaak’s hold. He pulls up my pants and wraps his arm around my waist and holds me close to him, whispering in my ear. “You are precious. You were beautiful, Meadow. So beautiful for me. Now I will have you entirely.”
I don’t know what he means by entirely. I feel like I’ve been wrung out.
How much more can there be of me to have?
Whatever the case, I don’t have it in me to say anything other than his name.
I let him hold me close, my body feeling boneless and pliant.
I almost nod off from how cozy I feel with Jaak holding me when I hear a scream, loud and high and somehow all around us.
There’s a few answering roars but they sound far away.
I grab hold of Jaak’s arm and pull it tighter around me.
We are absolutely teleporting, I realize belatedly. That’s why he still has his hand over my eyes. I know Jaak senses my anxiety when presses a gentle kiss on my neck.
“I’ve got you. No harm will come to you, wife.”
I only know we’ve stopped moving when the air dies down and the roars and screams vanish with it.
Jaak removes his hand and I blink blearily.
It’s hard to get my bearings after not being able to see for so long.
Wait, how long was all of this even? My body tells me a while but I can’t be sure.
It could have been just a few minutes from the moment Jaak found me in the library or hours.
I look around and see we’re in the bedroom we slept in last night.
The fire comes to life with a flick of Jaak’s wrist as he sweeps me up into his arms and carries me towards the bed.
I lean into his chest and look up at him.
This is so like the night he carried me through the forest. He was a beautiful man then, though.
He looks down at me and I take it all in.
I commit every detail to memory. How the firelight moves over his face, his maw, the high bridge of his flat nose, the glint of his horns in the lowlight, the way his silver eyes lock on mine.
Man, minotaur, it doesn’t matter. I still find my husband beautiful.