Chapter 13 Malachar
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Malachar
“You like this, wife? You like when I fuck you like the dirty little slut you are?”
I scowled at the words on the page, re-reading them to ensure I had not misunderstood. No. That was truly what the male character had said during an intimate moment.
The females in Wen’s book club had mentioned something called a “degradation fetish” during one of their discussions. The concept baffled me. Why would one wish to degrade their mate during mating? The act itself should be about worship. About claiming and cherishing in equal measure.
Would Wen enjoy such talk?
I glanced up from my position on one of the reading nook couches, studying her as she helped a customer at the register. No. I did not believe she would. My mate had fire. Pride. Strength. She would not wish to be called such names, even in passion.
But perhaps other words...
My mind drifted without permission, conjuring images I had been fighting all morning. Hell, all week, since the day she kissed me. Wen beneath me. Above me. Her eyes glazed with pleasure as I-
“Come here, little mate,” my fantasy-self growled. “Let me fuck you so hard you will be dripping my cum for days.”
In my imagination, she moaned. Arched into me. “Yes, Mal. Fuck. Please-”
I snapped the book shut, adjusting it strategically on my lap. I was hard. Very hard. This was becoming a recurring problem.
“What are you reading?”
I looked up to find a young woman standing beside the couch. She was staring at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.
“Dragon porn,” I answered plainly.
Her blush deepened. She looked ready to combust. “Oh, that’s...”
“Spicy and odd as fuck but very entertaining.”
I had been learning the casual way humans spoke. Studying their patterns and phrases. My formal speech marked me as different, and while I could not change my nature entirely, perhaps I could adapt. Blend in better. Make Wen proud.
The girl stammered something incoherent and hurried away.
A scent caught my attention, sharp and possessive. I turned toward the counter to find Wen staring at the retreating woman with narrowed eyes. Her jaw was tight. Her hands were gripping the edge of the counter hard enough that her knuckles had gone white.
Jealous.
My mate was jealous.
I smirked. Perfect.
I had not been lying when I told her I would punish her for taunt me with a perfect kiss. And also for putting me on display, for using me as bait to draw females into her store. She had made me an object of desire for others, and now she was learning what that felt like.
It was lunch time. The store had progressively emptied as customers left to eat. Only two or three people remained, browsing the shelves with quiet focus.
Perfect timing for what I had in mind. I had been waiting an entire week for this, trying to follow her pace. I would be testing her boundaries today, seeing how she answered to my approaches.
I stood and walked to the counter. Wen watched me approach with wary eyes, as if she could sense my intentions.
Good. Let her be nervous and anticipate.
I stepped behind the counter, into her space, without a word. Wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her back against my chest. Pressed my lips to her neck, right where I had marked her softly days before.
She inhaled sharply. “What are you doing?” She whispered.
“Punishing you,” I murmured against her skin. “You kissed me. Made me parade around in tight clothing while females stared and touched. Now you get to experience what it feels like to be on display.”
“Mal, there are customers-”
“Only two. And they are not paying attention.” I kissed down her neck, savoring the way her pulse jumped beneath my lips. “The counter is tall enough to hide us. They cannot see from your breasts down.”
My hands moved lower. I felt her breath hitch, felt her body tense in my arms.
“Mal!” Her voice was a whisper-yell. Scandalized but very aroused.
I chuckled against her ear and moved my hand down further, over her stomach, to the apex of her thighs. Even through her clothes, I could feel her heat.
I could certainly scent her arousal. Sweet and intoxicating and all mine.
“Is this okay, mate?” I asked quietly, seriously. Because despite my teasing, despite my intentions, I would never push her beyond what she wanted.
Her heart was racing. She bit her lip, glancing at the distracted customers. Then she looked at me over her shoulder, and I saw the desire burning in her eyes.
“Yes,” she whispered.
That single word unleashed me.
I dropped to my knees behind the counter, disappearing from view. The space was cramped but adequate. Wen gasped above me, gripping the counter’s edge.
I looked up at her, meeting her wide eyes, and smirked. Then I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her jeans.
“Mal, you can’t-”
I pulled down her pants and underwear slowly, dragging them down her thighs to her knees. She made a strangled sound and pressed herself closer to the counter, ensuring her lower half remained hidden.
The scent of her arousal was overwhelming. Intoxicating. I took a deep breath, letting it fill my lungs, and nearly groaned.
I kissed her inner thigh, reverent. Moved higher and kissed again, then again. Her muscles were trembling under my lips.
When I finally reached her center, when I pressed my nose against the soft, damp curls framing her pussy and inhaled deeply, her knees buckled beneath her, nearly sending her crumpling to the floor.
“Steady yourself, my dear little mate,” I murmured against her slick folds, my voice low and filled with wicked intent. “Grip the counter tight for me.”
Then I tasted her.
My tongue extended in one deliberate, languid stroke, gliding from the base of her entrance up through her soaked lips to circle the swollen nub of her clit.
She was drenched, her arousal coating my tongue in a generous flood, tart and musky, with an undercurrent of sweet nectar that made my cock throb painfully against my trousers.
So utterly ready for me, her pussy weeping its invitation.
There was no going back now. Now that I had tasted her, I would crave this for the rest of my existence.
I buried my face between her trembling thighs and feasted upon her like a man starved.
My tongue worked just like those dirty books showed, lapping up her juices from her hole, then pulling back to suck on her clit, tugging it into my mouth with steady pulls.
I swept broad strokes over her folds, then zeroed in on that sensitive spot, flicking it fast to make her gasp.
I learned her tells quick: the way her hips bucked when I circled the hood, or how her breath turned to needy whimpers when I pushed my tongue inside her, thrusting in short, teasing pumps.
Her hand gripped my hair painfully as she fought to keep quiet. She was trying to maintain her composure, but I kept worshipping her pussy with my mouth, set on breaking her down.
Footsteps approached the counter.
I stilled for a heartbeat, lips still grazing her throbbing clit, heart pounding at the risk of getting caught. But the customer only wanted to purchase a book. I listened as Wen rang them up, her voice remarkably steady considering my face was currently buried between her thighs.
I did not wait for the customer to move away.
I sucked her clit deep into my mouth, pulsing around it to make her walls squeeze tight, her wetness running down my chin.
My tongue traced wild patterns, loops and zigzags, then dipped down to circle her entrance, slurping up the fresh rush of her slick.
Her thighs shook bad, muscles twitching like crazy.
Soon, the door chimed. The sound of someone leaving.
I hummed low right against her clit, the vibration hitting her core, and she let out a choked squeak from above, body jerking.
Another chime, the shop clearing out more.
“Damn, your pussy’s like heaven,” I growled low enough just for her to hear, using words I had learned from the dragon book. “I could eat you out forever. Squeeze for me. Show me how bad you want it.”
“Fuck,” she gasped, voice cracking. “Mal, I’m-”
I could feel her getting close. Her thighs were shaking, slick with sweat and her own juices.
Her grip on my hair had turned desperate.
I doubled my efforts, sucking her clit hard while my tongue whipped at it, fast flicks mixed with deep licks into her clenching hole.
I added one finger, sliding it in beside my tongue, curling up to hit that spongy spot inside, pumping along with my mouth’s beat.
She came with a bitten-off moan, biting her lip raw. Her whole body shuddered. Her thighs clamped around my head, trapping me in place as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her.
I kept going, gentler now, drawing out her orgasm until she was gasping and trying to push me away from oversensitivity.
Finally, I pulled back. Helped her pull her pants back up with shaking hands. Stood to find her leaning heavily against the counter, flushed and breathing hard.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she hissed, but there was no real anger in her voice. Only arousal and disbelief. “You can’t just... just do that while I’m working!”
“Why not?” I asked innocently, licking my lips. She tasted even better than I had imagined. “You seemed to enjoy it.”
“That’s not the point! There were customers!”
“There were two customers who were not paying attention. And now-” I walked to the front door, locked it, and flipped the sign to Closed. Turned back to face her with a wicked smile. “We are alone.”
Her eyes went wide. “Mal-”
“You punished me by making me an object of desire for others. I punished you by making you experience pleasure while trying to maintain composure.” I stalked toward her slowly. “But now, little mate, now I wish to worship you properly. Without audience or interruptions.”
She swallowed hard. “It’s the middle of the day.”
“And?”
“And we’re in the bookstore.”
“Your bookstore. Your rules.” I reached her, caged her against the counter with my arms. “Tell me no, and I will stop. Tell me you do not want this, and we will reopen the store and pretend this never happened.”
She stared up at me. Her pupils were blown wide. Her breathing was still uneven. She smelled of arousal and me.
“I don’t want to stop,” she whispered.
“Then let me take you upstairs. Let me lay you down properly. Let me show you exactly what I have been imagining every time I read those books.” I leaned down, spoke against her lips.
“Let me make you scream my name until the entire town knows who you belong to, and then mark you for everyone to see.”
“That’s very possessive.”
“I am very possessive. You are mine, Gwendolyn Woods. And after today, you will never doubt it again. But I need an answer, little mate.”
“This is insane,” she muttered. And then… “Yes.”
I swept her into my arms immediately, carrying her toward the stairs leading to her apartment. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her face against my shoulder.
“This is inevitable.” I kicked open the apartment door and carried her straight to her bedroom. Laid her down on her bed with reverence. “We have been dancing around this for weeks. Pretending we can resist. But I am done pretending, little mate. And I think you are too.”
She looked up at me. Her hair spread across the pillow. Her lips swollen from biting them. Her eyes dark with want.
“Show me,” she said. “Show me everything you’ve been imagining.”
Fuck, yes.