Chapter 14 Wen
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Wen
He laid me on the bed with a gentleness that made my chest ache. His eyes were red, glowing in the shadows of my bedroom, but his hands were careful as they traced up my sides.
“Mal,” I whispered, making him pause. “I need to tell you something.”
His hands stilled. “What is it, little mate?”
“I’ve never... I haven’t done this before.” The words came out rushed. Embarrassed. “With anyone.”
He froze, every muscle locked. His eyes flashed brighter red, and a low growl rumbled from his chest.
“You are untouched?” His voice had gone rough, barely human.
I nodded.
“Mine,” he breathed. The word was reverent, possessive. “Only mine. No one else has had you.”
“Is that okay? I don’t really know what I’m doing-”
“It is okay.” He cupped my face with both hands, forcing me to meet his eyes. “It is perfect. You are perfect. Do not be ashamed of who you are, little mate. And I will guide you through every moment. I will worship you as you deserve.”
“Have you... with others?” I had to know. Had to ask.
“Once, when I was very young. Barely eighteen. A foolish decision made with a female I did not care for.” Pain flashed across his face. “I regret it deeply. I wish I had waited. Wish I had saved myself for you, as you have saved yourself for me.”
I reached up and touched his face. “You didn’t know I existed.”
“My soul and wolf knew. We were waiting, even if I did not understand what for.” He turned his head and kissed my palm. “But now I have you. And I will spend the rest of my existence making sure you never regret choosing me.”
He kissed me then. Slow and deep, his tongue pushing into my mouth, tasting like me still from earlier.
His hands slid over my body, tracing my sides, my hips, squeezing my ass a little.
He undressed me bit by bit, pulling off my shirt first, ripping my bra off, kissing the spot where the strap had been.
When he got to my pants, he tugged them down slow, along with my underwear, his fingers brushing my thighs.
When I was bare before him, he pulled back to look at me. His gaze was hungry but also awed.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he murmured.
I reached for him, needing to feel him too.
My hands shook a bit as I yanked at his shirt, pulling it over his head.
He kicked off his shoes, then shoved his pants down, his cock springing free.
He was stone-hard, thicker than he’d been when I touched him through the blanked, and his tip was already leaking pre-cum.
It bobbed in front of me, veins standing out along the shaft, and I couldn’t look away.
My mouth went dry, but I wanted to touch it, to feel how hot and heavy it was.
I wrapped my hand around the base, my fingers barely meeting. He was so thick, the skin velvety over the hardness underneath. I stroked up slow, thumb brushing over the head, smearing that slick drop around. Mal groaned, his hips twitching forward a little.
“Careful, little mate,” he said, voice rough. “Your hand feels too good on my cock. If you keep that up, I might not last long enough to be inside you.”
When had he started talking dirty like that? I kind of loved it.
I didn’t stop. I pumped him a few times, feeling him throb in my grip, the way his breath hitched. It turned me on, seeing how much he wanted me, how my touch affected him. I squeezed a bit tighter on the downstroke, watching his face tighten with pleasure.
“Wen,” he warned, but there was a grin in his voice. “You are playing with fire. I want to bend you over and fuck that pretty mouth of yours right now.”
“Oh my god,” I whimpered, squeezing my thighs together. “Who even taught you to say those words?”
“You like them?” He lifted an eyebrow, smirking, “I told you I had been taking notes from those books. If you like it, I will continue speaking dirty, little mate.”
Shit. “Um,” I breathed, “Yes, I like it. Very much.”
I let go before he came, not wanting to push him over the edge yet. We pressed together, skin on skin, his chest hot against mine, that hard length digging into my hip. It made my stomach flip, heat pooling low again.
“Tell me if anything hurts,” he said, his voice strained with control. “Tell me if you need me to stop or slow down. This is about you, little mate. Your pleasure and comfort.”
His hands were everywhere, stroking my arms, cupping my breasts, thumbs rubbing over my nipples until they peaked.
His mouth followed, lips on my neck, sucking lightly, then down to my collarbone, nipping the skin.
Lower still, he kissed my stomach, his breath hot.
When his fingers slid between my legs, finding my pussy still slick and swollen from before, I gasped, hips jerking.
“Still so wet for me,” he growled, fingers circling my entrance. “So ready. I want to bury my cock in this tight little hole and fuck you until you’re screaming.”
Shit. He pushed one finger in, then two, stretching me slow. It felt good, the pressure building as he curled them inside, rubbing that spot that made my toes curl. He whispered in my ear the whole time, mixing those book lines with his own words.
“You feel exquisite, little mate. So tight around my fingers. I cannot wait to fill you with my cock.”
“I want to taste every inch of you again. Want to fuck you raw until you forget your own name.”
“You are precious beyond measure. I will cherish you always.”
The mix hit me hard, made my face heat up, but also made me wetter, aching for him. I gripped his shoulders, nails digging in.
“Mal, please... I need you inside me.”
He pulled his fingers out, and I felt empty for a second. Then he settled between my thighs, the head of his cock nudging my entrance. I was shaking, nerves mixing with want.
“Look at me,” he commanded. “I want to see your eyes when I claim you.”
I looked up, locking on his gaze. He pushed in slow, inch by inch. It burned at first, the stretch intense since it had been a while, but his eyes held mine, steady.
“Breathe, little mate. Breathe through it. That’s my good girl - take my cock nice and slow.”
I breathed deep, and the pain eased into this full, heavy feeling, like he fit exactly. When he bottomed out, balls against my ass, he groaned.
“Fuck, you feel... there are no words. Perfect. Your pussy is gripping me so tight, like it never wants to let go.”
He started moving, pulling out halfway then sliding back in, thrusts shallow and careful. I gasped each time, the friction lighting me up. He watched my face close, shifting his hips to hit different spots, deeper one time, grinding against my clit the next.
“Is this good? Does my cock feel good inside you?”
“Yes,” I panted, wrapping my legs around him. I was in heaven. “Yes, Mal. It feels so good. Please-”
“Please what, little mate? Tell me what you need. Do you want me to fuck you harder? Pound this sweet pussy until you come all over me?”
“Yes. More. I need more. Harder.”
He gave it to me, thrusting deeper, faster, but still controlled, like he was testing me.
His hand slipped down, fingers finding my clit, rubbing circles as he fucked me.
The pressure built quick, coiling tight in my gut.
Every slide of his cock dragged against my walls, his pubes brushing my skin, the wet sounds filling the room.
“That’s it,” he said, breath ragged. “Let go. I have you. Come for me, little mate. Milk my cock with that tight cunt. Let me feel you squeeze me.”
I shattered, my body locking up, pussy clenching hard around him. I cried out, nails raking his back as the orgasm ripped through, making my vision blur. He groaned my name, thrusting deep one last time, his cock pulsing as he came, hot spurts filling me up.
“Wen. My Wen. Fuck, take it all, every drop.” His teeth found my neck, right where he’d kissed me before. “May I?” he asked. “May I claim you fully, mate? Bond us completely?”
I was beyond pretending.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, Mal. You can.”
He bit down.
The shock was immediate and overwhelming. I felt the bond snap into place. Felt him, his emotions, his love, his devotion, flooding into me through the connection. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced. Like our souls had been woven together.
I gasped and looked up at him. He was staring down at me with the same awe I felt.
“I can feel you,” I whispered. “I can feel what you feel.”
“And I can feel you.” His voice was rough with emotion. “You are... you are overwhelmed. Awed. Happy to be mine.”
“Yes, I’m yours,” I agreed.
We stared at each other, processing the magnitude of what had just happened. Then we were kissing again, desperate and hungry and full of wonder.
My body was still buzzing, his cum leaking out of me, mixing with my own wetness on the bed.
But I wasn’t done, not yet. I needed more, needed to feel him in a different way.
With a shaky push, I rolled us over so I was on top, his softening cock slipping out with a wet sound that made me blush.
He looked up at me, eyes dark and surprised, but a slow smile spread across his face.
“Straddling me already, little mate?” he murmured, voice husky. “Do you plan to ride my cock until I beg for mercy? Because I would gladly let you.”
I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I pushed at his shoulders, so he was lying down in the cramped bed. But the bed was entirely too small for the two of us and we immediately overbalanced, tumbling off the edge. He took the impact with his back while I landed on top of him.
“Are you alright?” he asked, even as he winced.
“I’m fine. Are you? Your wounds-”
“They are fine. You weigh nothing.” He looked up at me, splayed across his chest, and his eyes darkened again. “Though I enjoy this position very fucking much. I will never have enough of you, little mate.”
I smirked. This time, I was in control.
I shifted up his body, feeling the heat of his skin under my thighs.
His cock was already twitching back to life, thickening as I hovered over him.
I reached down, wrapping my fingers around the base again, guiding the head to my entrance.
I was so slick, so open from before, that when I sank down, he slid in easily, filling me up all over again.
I moaned at the stretch, the way my walls hugged him tight, still sensitive from my orgasm.
“Fuck, yes,” I breathed, bottoming out with my ass against his thighs.
He felt even bigger like this, the angle hitting deep.
I rocked my hips experimental, grinding down, feeling his shaft drag against that spot inside me.
His pleasure mixed with mine through the bond, making me see stars.
Shit. This was an entirely different experience from before.
I was sure of something now: if something happened, if he had to go back to his kingdom… I would never get over him. This connection we had - It was extraordinary. Well, in fact it was, if I believed in the Moon Goddess.
His big hands came to my hips, guiding but not forcing. “That’s it,” he said, voice low and encouraging. “Take what you need from me. Use my cock, Gwendolyn. Ride me like you own me - because you fucking do.”
The words made my pussy clench around him.
I started moving, lifting up slowly then dropping back down, setting a rhythm that made us both gasp.
Each slide had his cock rubbing my walls, the head nudging my cervix on the downstroke.
My clit ground against his pubic bone every time I settled fully, sparks shooting up my spine.
Mal groaned, thumbs digging into my hips as he helped me bounce. “Gods, your pussy feels incredible like this. Gripping me so tight, milking every inch. Look at you, little mate, taking my dick so well. Bounce harder if you want. Fuck yourself on me until you come again.”
I did, picking up speed, my breasts jiggling with each thrust. Sweat slicked our skin, the slap of my ass against his thighs echoing in the room.
His hands roamed up to squeeze my tits, pinching my nipples until I whimpered, then back down to spread my cheeks, a finger teasing my asshole just enough to make me shiver.
The fullness was overwhelming, pleasure building fast in my core, coiling tighter with every grind.
“You’re so beautiful riding me,” he panted, eyes locked on where we joined. “Watch how your cunt swallows my cock. I can feel you fluttering, getting close. Come on, squeeze me, little mate. Let me feel you shatter around my dick.”
It was too much. His words, the friction, the way he thrust up to meet me now, driving deeper, the sound of our skin slapping and our moans making the atmosphere feel so damn dirty.
My rhythm faltered as the orgasm hit, ripping through me hard.
I cried out, pussy spasming around him, juices gushing as I collapsed forward onto his chest, trembling.
He followed right after, hips bucking up, cock pulsing as he flooded me with another load, hot and thick, spilling out around us.
I collapsed on his chest, panting, my body spent and shaking against his.
Aftershocks made me twitch, his cum dripping down my thighs.
I pressed soft kisses to his chest, trailing up to the scars that were fading, pink lines turning smooth under my lips.
Evidence of the battles he’d fought, the pain he’d endured before finding me.
“I can feel you healing,” I murmured against his skin. “Through the bond. I can feel your body mending slowly.”
“And I can feel your satisfaction. Your happiness and…” He paused and wrapped his arms around me, “Your… Love.”
I froze. Shit. Was it true? Did I love him already? I knew I was falling for him, but…
Damn. It felt right. “I-”
“I can feel it. So let me be clear, Gwendolyn Woods.” He tilted my chin up to meet his eyes. “You are essential to my existence. I am so deeply in love with you, your very being is more necessary to me than the air I breathe. You are my priority now. My mate. My heart. Where you go, I go.”
Through the bond, I felt the truth of his words. The absolute certainty and devotion.
“I love you,” I whispered. The words felt inadequate for what I felt, but they were all I had.
“And I love you. My home.”
We lay there on the floor of my bedroom, wrapped in each other, connected in every possible way. And for the first time since my grandparents died, I felt completely, utterly whole.