Chapter 18 Ronan
Chapter Eighteen
Ronan
Iwake slowly to the sound of rain. Sitting up, I glance over and see Willow still safely nestled between my two clansmen. No space separates them, making a satisfied smile pull at my lips.
Last night went a long way to convincing her to stay with us. At least I hope it did. After the shit show of a mess I caused by leaving a dead animal uncooked in the cave and attracting a grimclaw that almost killed her, I needed to remind both her and myself that we could take care of our mate.
Looking around the cave, my eyes widen, and I press to my feet, not wanting to disturb the others yet. The grass is no longer just surrounding this part of the cave. It’s expanded to cover half the cave. Not only that, but it’s not just grass that’s growing anymore.
Just above the blanket where the others rest is a patch of bright purple flowers, over a foot tall. And further back, closer to the pond, I can see small saplings.
Turning around, I see a couple of small bushes now lining the wall. Yesterday, that wall had a small amount of moss near the bottom, but today, it’s grown all the way to where the wall curves onto the ceiling. Tiny yellow flowers peek out of it randomly, giving it a whimsical look.
I look at our now dead fire with wide eyes. It seems Willow’s guess was correct. Something about the fire is making new life grow.
I’m still not a hundred percent sure if it’s safe to be around. But if this magic was prophesied for us to bring back to Redmere, then it must be.
Glancing down at the blanket we slept on, nothing seems to be infringing on it. And when I look around the fire pit, the new growth seems to have avoided that area as well, as if it knew not to touch it. That has me fearing that whatever this is, it is sentient, and that makes me nervous.
“Ronan?” Bo whispers and I turn to where he’s lying with Willow snuggled into his chest. “I need to take a piss, can you take my spot? I hate to wake her.”
I nod. Not being able to hold her last night was a little difficult, especially after what we’d done with her. It made me want to be as close to her as possible.
“I’ll go too,” Hawk says as the two of them gently get to their feet and get dressed. I happily take Bo’s spot, pulling her luscious body against mine as the two of them take turns to leave the cave to do their business and guard the entrance.
Willow will need to go when she wakes up too. But for now, I’m going to relish holding her.
When her head settles on my shoulder, her hand splayed out on my bare chest, she releases a contented sigh, one that causes my dick to twitch beneath my flimsy leaf covering.
She rubs her face against me, as if some primal part of her is trying to cover herself in my scent. That just makes me grow even harder.
My arm around her back squeezes a little tighter, and she presses even closer to me. I feel dampness on my leg and curse when I realize her nightdress has ridden up and her bare pussy is rubbing against me.
And she’s drenched.
I saw Bo clean her up last night, so this happened after that. Is she having a sexy dream? Is being held against my body arousing her? Is she dreaming of me?
My fingers ache to know what she feels like, my tongue begging to taste her. I let my hand on her back slowly move down to her ass and give her cheek a firm squeeze. Her breath hitches, telling me she’s awake.
I grin, deciding to see how far she’ll let me push her before she tells me she’s awake.
I gently swirl my fingers around her ass, moving them further and further down with each pass, until one of my fingers grazes her clit.
Her hips jerk in surprise, but she doesn’t move otherwise. I move my hand again, a little more boldly this time. I can hear her breath coming in short little bursts, and her silence tells me everything.
She wants more.
This time, when my finger finds her clit, I keep it there, feeling the softness of it before I trail it up her slit, getting my finger nice and wet as I go.
A small whimper escapes her as her fingers dig into my chest. With my other hand, I tilt her chin up so I can see her face, then I press my lips to hers.
From the first moment I saw her pouty lips, I’ve been desperate to touch them. And now I know what it’s like to kiss her… it’s all I want to do.
I stroke her tongue with mine, and she lifts her leg higher over me, giving my fingers more access. I take that as an invitation and press my fingers into her, desperate to know what she feels like.
A groan tumbles from my lips and into her mouth. My cock throbs from the feeling of her wrapped around me. She gasps, her bent leg moving even higher until her knee bumps into my cock.
Glancing down my body, I see my cock has pushed itself free of the leaf and is now sticking straight up, bobbing around like it’s waving for attention.
She turns to see what I’m looking at, and her eyes widen in shock. “Oh my goodness, you’re huge!” she exclaims.
I don’t stop thrusting my fingers in and out of her as she stares down at it, curious to see what she does next. And when her hand on my chest twitches, my dick jolts with need.
“Can I touch it?” she asks timidly.
“You don’t have to,” I tell her. “I only want to bring you pleasure.”
“But what if I want to do the same for you?” She tilts her head up, biting her lips as those big hazel eyes look into mine.
“You already bring me great pleasure,” I tell her honestly.
“I’ve never seen one before. Is it hard?”
Thinking back to all the lessons we had about caring for a woman, I don’t recall anything about a woman touching a man; it’s always the other way around. But with the look she’s giving me now, how can I possibly refuse?
“Touch it,” I whisper as a surge of eagerness flows through me. I pull my fingers from her as I wonder what her soft little hand will feel like against my warm skin.
Her first touch is hesitant, her fingers lightly touching the side and making it jerk. “Like this,” I tell her as I cover her hand with mine, wrapping it around my shaft. It takes everything I have not to groan at the incredible sensation of having her hand on me.
“It’s so warm and hard,” she whispers, sounding surprised. “But also smooth.” She squeezes it a little, and a grunt escapes my lips. “Does it hurt?” she asks, tilting her head back to look at me.
“No, I’m just trying to hold myself back.”
“From what?”
I take a deep breath before answering. “From sinking this into your dripping cunt.”
Her wide eyes dip back down to my cock as she whispers, “You’re so big. Will it even fit?”
A pained groan escapes my lips as I run my hand down my face. “You’re killing me here, baby. Yes, it will fit.”
“But having sex will cement our mate bond, right?”
I’m thankful that Bo has already explained this to her. “That’s right, but using our hands doesn’t count.” My lip quirks as an even better idea comes to mind. “Or our mouths.”
I sit up, pushing her gently to her back, causing her little hand to slip off me.
“Ronan—” I cut off whatever she was going to say, sealing my lips to hers as I take complete control of the kiss. My tongue presses in, commanding hers to move with me as I move my body over hers, settling my knees between her legs.
After a few minutes, I pull back, and we both suck in some much-needed air as I sit up. Her dress has already ridden up, exposing her wet, pink pussy to me. It’s the first time I’ve seen it, and it has me licking my lips as I move backward.
“What are you doing?” she asks as I lie down, my face hovering right over her core.
Grinning up at her, I tell her, “I need to taste you, Willow.”
Keeping my eyes on hers, I lower my head and stroke my tongue right through her folds, licking up all her juices. “Mmm,” I groan, the taste of her arousal causing my cock to pulse with need.
“Ronan!” she gasps. At the same time, her hands find my head and she holds me against her. I lick her again, and her head drops back.
“Looks like we missed all the fun,” Bo says as they suddenly appear at my side, drops of rainwater dripping from their bodies.
Willow gasps, her head lifting as her wide eyes find them standing over me.
“Not all the fun,” I say with a grin before sucking on her clit. It has the desired effect: her head drops back down, now no longer caring that they are watching.
But I know they won’t be satisfied with just watching our mate come undone. Especially with how her head is writhing back and forth, and she squirms on the blanket.
Kneeling down at either side of her, Hawk kisses her lips as Bo pulls her dress down, exposing her exquisite breasts to the morning air. Then he lowers his mouth down and sucks on a nipple.
She moans against Hawk, and I ramp up my efforts, sucking harder on her clit as I push two fingers gently into her. We need to keep stretching her if we ever want to seal the bond without hurting her.
Her hand that’s still in my hair tightens as her hips start to thrust up against me, but I place my free hand on her belly, holding her firmly to the ground. I want to be the one to bring her pleasure, to make her come at my pace.
I can hear her cries of desperation as I start to fuck her with my fingers, and it doesn’t take more than a few minutes before her core starts to tighten, telling me she’s about to climax.
“Come for us, little mate,” I whisper before sucking hard on her clit. She screams loudly, only partially muffled by Hawk as her pussy squeezes my fingers so tight, I can barely move them through her orgasm.
“That’s it,” Bo whispers, lifting his head as he massages her breast gently. “So fucking sexy.”
“Beautiful,” Hawk adds when her body finally starts to relax.
I place a kiss on her sex before sitting up and licking my lips.
Bo takes in my appearance, my dripping beard, and my cock jutting out of my leaf, and smirks. “Why don’t you go take care of… all of that,” he says, gesturing to my face and crotch. “We’ll get Willow cleaned up and dressed.”