Chapter Six #4
I walked him back to the nearest door and together we burst in, tumbling over the threshold. A quick glance told me we stumbled into the martial arts room—a room bursting with soft, springy mats.
I hooked Paxton around the ankle and shoved him.
“Fucking hell!” he cried, falling flat on his backside.
I jumped on him, giving him no time to recover. One claw and a hard rip, and his shirt was gone and flung across the room where it belonged.
“Gods’ teeth, woman.” Paxton watched his pants go flying too. “Far be it for me to question a miracle, but what brought this on?”
“I thought you were another fame whore, attaching yourself to the high priestess because of the status I could give you.” I dropped down on him, straddling him as I ran my hands down his hard, rippling pecs—something I’d been wanting to do for a long time. “And I still thought that up until... an hour ago.”
“Ouch.”
I giggled. “You can’t blame me. Everyone has used me or wanted something from me my entire life. The only person who didn’t...” Castor’s smile floated through my mind. “...is gone. Other than my parents, he was the only person I trusted, and I just didn’t know how to trust anyone else.
“That’s until I found out you’ve spent all week solving a problem for me that I’d given up on. That’s until you proved you’re on my side and will back me—violently if needed—no matter what problem I’m up against—big or small.
“I don’t know how other people do this trust thing, but for me, that’s a good place to start.”
“Hmm. In that case—”
The room spun. I suddenly found myself on my back, blinking up at the ceiling.
“—I’m no one’s bottom, baby. I’ll take it from here.”
My lips parted to say something that was quickly lost with his lips capturing mine.
It was like our first kiss, except better in every way. That kiss was confused and weird and heavy under too much pressure and expectations. This one was exactly what it was supposed to be—hot, passionate, and borne from bursting, exploding attraction.
Paxton cupped the back of my head, lifting me off the mat. I clung to him—the only thing keeping me up. Anchoring me to everything.
His lips were soft and warm—somehow softer and warmer than the first time, although that could’ve been the lust-haze talking. Whatever it was banishing the hate, anger, fear, and righteous fury in my heart, it occurred to me that’s how you’re supposed to feel... when you’re in the arms of someone you trust. Nothing else existed in this room except me and Paxton.
He guided me down, our bodies and mouths still connected. I’d never been drunk before, because it’s ridiculously hard to as a werewolf, but I had to believe this is what it was like. My head spun. Pulse raced. Breaths quickened. I felt clear and wild at the same time. Like I was about to jump off a cliff in my human form, but the joy of falling through the air was worth it because Paxton would catch me on the way down.
His tongue tangled with mine, inviting me to play. I moaned as he caressed me, suddenly sure that this was nothing like being drunk. If wine gave this feeling, no one in all five dominions would get out of bed before downing five bottles.
Deep in that place not even I fully understood, something thumped—beating a steady thrum like a raging heartbeat.
Fingers tickled my ankle, skating higher along my thigh and slipping under my dress. I dropped my knee, making clear what I wanted him to do.
Paxton brushed over my thong strap, and kept going—chuckling at my grunt of irritation. His arm tugged my dress along with it. My breath hitched as he slipped it over my head. Why? I had no idea.
Between Castor and Edric, I was far from a virgin. Even so, I was insanely nervous and I knew why.
More than just a blooming relationship hitched on the outcome of my coming orgasm. Our very lives hung in the balance.
I pressed my palm to his heart, secretly thrilled it beat as hard as mine. All this Luame-chosen-soulmate stuff never swayed me, and I was her chosen daughter on earth.
I’d seen too many fated-mate pairs who hated each other or had nothing in common. I admit, I assumed Luame was only choosing based on which pairs turned out the strongest offspring, not because she cared about them being happy together, or even attracted to each other.
How quickly that know-it-all moon goddess proved me wrong. A strong, powerful, sexy, confident, thoughtful, tough, would-kill-anyone-who-doesn’t-bow-before-me guy was my type all day long.
Paxton popped my breast band, tossing it somewhere over his shoulder. Our scant clothes came off in a flurry of kisses and moans.
I feasted on his body, mentally taking back everything I said out loud and in my head about his manhood after he stole my mom’s letters and called me a bitch. Paxton was not a social-climbing jackass because he was overcompensating.
Paxton kissed under my ear, rippling goose bumps down my flesh. “I am going to fuck all the sense out of your head. You’ll be a dirty-wet-hard-fuck groupie when I’m done with you.”
Heat bloomed in my chest. I said before I wasn’t well-versed in dirty talk, and that fact hadn’t changed.
“Well, you’re going to be a uh—uh—wet-pussy groupie when—uh—” I stuttered out. “When I come so—”
He captured my lips, ending my embarrassing babbling.
I broke from him gasping. The ceiling spun overhead as his mouth moved lower, leaving nipping, teasing kisses down the valley of my breasts to my tender stomach. Paxton flipped me over, continuing his path one by one, kiss by kiss up the ridges of my spine. I melted like putty on the mat.
My excitement built as he turned me back, and dipped his head between my legs. Paxton kissed the hollow between my thigh and entrance...then pecked up to my knee.
“What went wrong with you that made you like this, omega?”
A low, rumbling chuckle tickled me. He enjoyed teasing me just as much as screwing me. That would be a problem.
“I’ve got five other mates, baby. If you don’t get to licking, I’ll find one who will.”
Growling, Paxton buried between my legs—tasting me with abandon. I gasped on a cry, back arching off the mat.
Paxton both took his time and chased me to a high. His tongue probed, and rolled, and flicked my tortured nub, waiting until my cries grew hoarse to stop and start all over again. I was a sweaty, limp mess on the sticky mat in no time at all. Paxton could’ve skipped the lies, manipulations, theft, and the dates. If he wanted me helpless to his mercy, this was all he had to do.
“G-gods, help me,” I stuttered, feeling the fuse igniting in my lower belly, burning through my veins. One more and I’d—
Paxton flicked the nub and I exploded—snapping my legs over his ears and flipping him over as I spasmed on the mat, coming so hard white spots danced on the wall.
He escaped my trap and draped himself over me, humming as he bit the shell of my ear. “Do you still want to find one of those dicks and find out if they do that better?”
My breath fogged the mat. “Ungh...” was all my pleasure-trapped tongue could get out.
Paxton tipped my chin. We kissed slow, sweet, and mind-scrambling.
“On your back, Clarke. You’re my bottom.”
His brows climbed his forehead. “I’d like to see you make me.”
“On your back or I won’t give you a blowjob.”
Paxton flopped back so hard, his sculpted, powerful body smacked hard on the mat.
I resumed my rightful place—straddling him as I ran my hand over absolutely all of him. It was sinful to be this gorgeous. Paxton’s parents were worried about him losing everything to the first alpha command that came his way, but they should’ve been worried about teaching him how to move through the barrage of flung panties and boxers coming at him everywhere he went.
Flicking down, I bit my lip. His cock stood erect and proud between his legs, daring me to take it on. If anyone’s cock could be brash and smug, it’d be his.
“You don’t have to,” Paxton said, threading through my hair. “If you don’t want to.”
“I do want to.” I felt the steady thrum within the sacred space in my soul, but I didn’t see even the slightest glow on my skin. “I want everyone and everything to know that I want this.”
“Everyone? Uhh... are we being recorded or something?”
“Shush.”
He shushed. Secret cameras or not, Paxton wasn’t talking himself out of a blowjob.
Palming him, I came eye to eye with the smug bastard. I would have Paxton out of control and begging under my mercy on this mat, and I’d send a clear and direct message to Luame that I’d happily take her chosen fated mate... balls deep.
Locking eyes with him, I licked his tip. Paxton hissed a sharp breath, thighs tensing.
Emboldened, I swallowed his head and did that thing with my tongue.
“By the gods, woman!” he groaned, saying the words like they pained him.
I smirked around his cock.
My head bobbed between his legs—licking, sucking, and nipping his length to my heart’s content. Filthy promises and sweet nothings poured from his lips.
“Gods, woman, you’re incredible. Come here.”
“Oh.” Paxton tugged me up with a pop and a squeak. I flew into his arms as he opened them, wrapping my legs around his waist. We rolled on the mat kissing and laughing—just having fun.
I enjoyed all of my sexual experiences with Castor and Edric, but my time with Castor was heavy under all the secrets we had to keep. Every time I left him, I had to take three showers to ensure his scent didn’t linger. As for Edric, being with him was like riding a hurricane with a saddle.
We were both so gripped by our bond-fueled lust for each other, there wasn’t a single time when we slowed down and caught our breath. We were too busy trying to be the first to devour the other.
But right then with Paxton, there were no secrets and no horny wolves clawing through my chest to swallow him whole. It was just me and him...
...and it was good.
Rolling to a stop, I found myself beneath him—his forehead pressed to mine. Endless, flinty pools beheld me, transporting me to a land of mossy beds, tickling grass, and a blanket of leaves overhead, shielding us in our own private world.
“Ahh,” I moaned, lids falling shut as his cock slid past my folds. Paxton kissed them, enticing a giggle out of me.
“Gods, you’re beautiful, Daze. It’s ridiculous that you believed you needed to be the high priestess for me to want you in every way,” he rasped, nipping my lips. “I’d want you if you were a toothless beggar on the street who danced around in a trash bag, shaking a jar of your pee like a maraca.”
I giggled at the image. “Damn, you must really want me, then, because that would not be a pretty sight.”
“It’d be the most beautiful fucking sight. I’d end up shaking my ass and pee jar right next to you. Together, we’d make so many people uncomfortable.”
I busted up—amazed that I could even do that. It’d been such a long time since I laughed that freely. I’d almost forgotten how.
Paxton started pumping—slow at first, then fast, frenzied and fevered—spurred on by my rising cries.
Angling my hips, I met him rise for dip—catching his cock on that spot over and over again. Driving him deeper and deeper.
Grasping me behind the knees, Paxton pushed the dang things down to my ears, looked me in the eyes, winked, then plunged in so deep, my eyes flew around in my eye sockets and got a good look at my brain.
Toes digging into the mat, fists around my ankles—the man pogoed on my G-spot like he was doing push-ups. The deeper and faster he went, the more impressive.
And damn was I fucking impressed.
“Oh, gods, yes! Yes, Paxton, just like that! Deeper,” I screamed. “Harder!”
He growled, wolf eyes glowing and claws piercing my skin.
My heat rose so dangerously at his inner beast bursting forward, I started getting dizzy. I loved that I drove him so crazy, he lost control of his humanity. If there was a better compliment to pay a girl, I didn’t know it.
“Come for me, baby.” Dipping down, Paxton captured my nipple between sharpened, lethal fangs and sucked hard. “Come.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice.
My core exploded—a resounding shockwave that spread through my limbs, leaving me a flopping, shuddering mess. I screamed so loud, I blocked the wailing and stomping of the giant sprites.
Paxton seized up. Dipping down, he bit hard on my shoulder—groaning as he spilled inside me.
Paxton collapsed next to me in a boneless heap. “Damn, that was even better than I knew it would be.”
Propping up on my arm, I flicked between us. “Fuck!” I belted, making Paxton jerk. “It didn’t work.”
“Trust me, baby...” Paxton dipped between my legs, then licked our mixed juices off his finger. “It worked.”
Heat licked my cheeks. “That’s not what I meant, you arrogant perv.” My giggle took the heat out of it. “I meant... I thought this would... re-bond us,” I finished, dropping my head down on his chest.
I didn’t want him to see just how disappointed I was.
“Daze, that’s so sweet.” A warm hand came around me, pulling me in close. “Here I was thinking you just wanted me for my body.”
I swatted his thigh, another giggle bursting out of me. “We both know I could’ve had your body any time I wanted. No, I was hoping...” I trailed off as I rubbed my temple, feeling that strange fluttering thump fade away. “I was hoping we’d live long enough to find out if there’s something real between us.”
Paxton softly kissed my temple. “I was hoping that too.”
We didn’t say any more. We just lay there, holding each other.