Chapter 41
Chapter
Forty-One
TORIN
M y gaze rakes over Sable's petite form, drinking in the sight of her. She's perched on the edge of the plush sofa, legs crossed demurely, arms wrapped tight around herself as if to shield some vulnerable part of her soul. But I see right through those defenses. I can smell her arousal, taste the fear and anticipation hanging heavy in the air between us.
"Kitten," I rumble, my voice low and husky with barely contained hunger. "Look at me."
Slowly, hesitantly, those wide green eyes lift to meet mine. There's a flicker of uncertainty, of trepidation, but also a spark of defiance. Good. That's what I want to see in my mate. Because, that's what she is.
She lets out a soft breath, her lips parting as she stares back at me. "You think you can make me feel something I haven’t already felt?" she challenges, her voice a mix of daring and a hint of something else—something soft, buried beneath that sharp exterior.
"I'm going to make you feel things you've never imagined," I promise, standing and closing the distance between us in three long strides.
Her breath hitches as I approach, but her eyes don’t look away. She's more curious than she lets on, and that only makes me want to draw this out, make her ache for more.
My fingertips brush against her cheek, tracing the delicate curve of bone and flesh. Her skin is warm, flushed with the heat of her desire. She shivers slightly under my touch, but I can feel the resistance in her, that battle between wanting and holding back.
"I’m not so easy to break," she murmurs, but there's a challenge in her voice that only makes the desire in me grow stronger.
I lean in closer, until our breath mingles, until she can feel the thrum of my power against her. "You’ll see," I say, my lips grazing the shell of her ear. "I won’t break you, kitten. But I will make you feel things you’ve never allowed yourself to feel. You're mine now, kitten," I growl, my lips grazing the shell of her ear. "Every inch of you belongs to me. Your body, your heart, your very soul." A shiver runs down her spine at my words, and I smile, knowing I have her exactly where I want her.
With a deft motion, I tug the fabric of her tunic over her head, tossing it to the side. Her breasts rise free, pert and rosy-tipped, begging to be tasted.
My hands cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. They harden instantly under my touch, nipples puckering into tight buds. I lower my head, mouth hovering inches from her skin, and speak against her, my hot breath fanning her flesh .
"I know what Kael did to you, kitten. How he claimed your innocence with brutal efficiency, leaving you cold and empty inside." My fingers pinch and roll her nipples, coaxing whimpers from her throat. "But don't worry, kitten. I won't leave you feeling hollow. When I take you, it will be with fire, not ice. The flames of my desire will consume you whole."
"You warlocks are all the same," she says, but there's no bite in her words.
I chuckle and dip my head, tongue laving a nipple before sucking it into my mouth. "Just wait, kitten," I say. "You'll see that we're all quite different, in life and as lovers." Sable gasps, arching into me, and I groan at the taste of her.
I release her breast with a wet pop, trailing kisses down her quivering stomach as I push the remainder of her clothing down and off her hips. It pools around her ankles, leaving her clad in only a pair of lacy panties that barely conceal her slick folds.
"Such a pretty little thing," I murmur, running my fingers along the elastic waistband. "I bet you're dripping for me already, aren't you, kitten?" I hook my thumbs in the fabric and slowly drag it down, baring her to my hungry gaze.
Her pussy is pink and glistening, swollen lips parted invitingly. I kneel in front of her, spreading her legs wide. "Fuck, the first time I tasted you, kitten, I knew there was no other woman I ever wanted to taste."
"Stop trying to butter me up and just taste me already," she chides.
My hands grip her thighs strongly. "Shhh, patience, kitten."
Her breath hitches at my words as her hands burrow into my hair. I don't waste any time, I bury my face between her thighs, inhaling deeply as I lap at her juices. "Mmm, you taste even better than I remember," I moan, flicking my tongue over her clit.
"You just tasted me a day ago," she sighs and then I bite down gently on her clit and she gasps.
"Behave, kitten, or else I'll have to get the knives out and then we'll really have some fun."
She laughs. "Don't threaten me with a good time, Reaper ."
I grin, licking up and down her slit again because I don't want to waste any of those precious juices. "Oh, we're going to have a very good time, kitten," I say against her folds.
With a low chuckle, I stand up, my erection straining against my pants. I kick off my boots and shed my clothing with swift, efficient movements, revealing my chiseled physique. My cock springs free, thick and pulsing with need.
"Sable, come here," I command, beckoning her closer with a crook of my finger. She rises to her feet, eyes fixed on my manhood. I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her flush against me, letting her feel the heat radiating off my skin.
"Wrap your legs around me, kitten," I instruct, guiding her thighs to encircle my hips.
"Suddenly the dominant one," she teases me as her thighs grip my hips.
Once she's secure, I lift her up, pressing her back against the wall. Her breath leaves her, which is good, because while I love her attitude, I want her moans, not her sass right now. Our bodies align perfectly, my cock nestled against her soaked entrance.
"You ready for this, kitten?" I ask, my voice a husky rasp.
She nods and then I hand her a small knife from a nearby table. She looks at me wide-eyed as I place it in her hands and then hold it to my throat. "Just to make it a bit more fun," I say with a wink. "No words. Use the blade to tell me what you want. "
"You're insane," she breathes out, but takes the blade and holds it firm.
"You're just realizing that now, kitten?" I say and then slowly, slowly, I press my cockhead to her entrance.
I pause, holding myself still despite the urge to thrust deep inside her welcoming heat. The cool metal of the knife presses against my throat, a silent demand for permission. My pulse throbs beneath the blade, a staccato beat that echoes the desire coursing through my veins.
Sable's eyes search mine, a mix of fear, excitement, and something darker—something primal and possessive. Her grip on the knife tightens, and I can see the conflict warring within her. Part of her wants to use the blade to assert control, to mark me as hers. Another part trembles with anticipation, yearning to surrender to the pleasure only I can give her.
"Tell me what you want, kitten," I repeat, my voice low and gravelly. "Use the blade to show me how much you crave my cock buried deep inside you."
Sable's breath hitches, her fingers flexing around the knife handle. After a tense moment, she tilts her head slightly, applying gentle pressure to the blade against my skin. A thin line of red appears where the steel nicks my throat, a bead of blood welling up.
The sight sends a jolt of arousal straight to my groin. My cock twitches, the tip leaking precum in anticipation. Sable's eyes flicker downward, noticing the evidence of my desire. A faint smile plays on her lips before she returns her gaze to mine, the knife still poised threateningly at my neck.
With a sudden, decisive motion, she slices the blade across my chest, just above my heart. I grunt at the sting, but don't pull away. Instead, I lean into the cut, letting a rivulet of blood trickle down my abs.
I watch, transfixed, as the crimson droplets paint my skin, marking me as hers. Sable's eyes gleam with a feral light, her pupils dilated with lust. She's lost herself to the primal urges, to the dark hunger that drives us both.
Without warning, she throws the knife into the wall across the room, the blade quivering with the force of her strike. Then, with a fluid motion, she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me into a fierce kiss.
Her tongue invades my mouth, tangling with mine in a dance of dominance and submission. I respond in kind, claiming her mouth with a possessive fervor. My hands roam her body, mapping the curves and valleys of her flesh, branding her with my touch.
As we break apart for air, I capture her chin between my thumb and forefinger, angling her face up to meet my gaze. "Now, kitten," I growl, my voice rough with desire. "I'm going to fuck you hard and fast against this wall. No mercy, no gentleness. Just raw, animalistic need."
With those words, I surge forward, driving my cock deep into her slick heat. Sable cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders as I set a brutal pace, pounding into her again and again. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by our ragged breathing and muffled moans.
My hips snap forward, each thrust deliberate and powerful, designed to stake my claim on her very essence.
With a snarl of pure, unadulterated lust, I pound into Sable's quivering form, feeling her climax building with each merciless thrust. My balls tighten, signaling my own impending release, but I hold back, determined to bring her over the edge first.
"Sable, look at me," I command, my voice a low, urgent growl. "I want to see your face when you come undone on my cock. Tell me you're mine, kitten. Say it, and I'll give you everything. "
Her eyes, glazed with pleasure, lock onto mine as she whimpers, "Yours... I'm yours, Torin!"
As the words leave her lips, a surge of energy courses through us both. Our powers, once separate entities, begin to intertwine and merge, forging an unbreakable bond.
Sable's body seizes up, her back bowing as the orgasm crashes over her. Her pussy clenches rhythmically around my cock, the contractions sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to spill myself inside her as I focus on prolonging her ecstasy.
With a final, deep thrust, I bury myself to the hilt, holding her close as she rides out the aftershocks. As her trembling subsides, I let go, my own release flooding into her in hot, pulsing spurts.
Our combined energies reach a fever pitch, and with a blinding flash, the binding takes hold. Our magical signatures interlock, forming an indissoluble link that will forever tie us together. I feel Sable's essence merging with my own, strengthening me in ways I never thought possible.
I can feel her now. Her desires, her fears, her hopes and dreams. All of it is coming crashing into me and it's almost too much. But I drink it down, drink down her essence, her spirit, her everything. This is better than consuming a soul. It is the most intoxicating thing I've ever experienced.
And all it does is make me want to fuck her more.
As the last tremors of our shared climax fade, I pull out slowly. Sable looks up at me, her expression dazed and sated, but with a newfound awareness in her eyes.
"I can feel you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "All of you. And you can feel me?"
I nod, a slow smile spreading across my face. "Every inch, kitten. We're bound now, two halves of the same whole." I hold up my wrist. The black ring of the binding is etched into my skin. She looks down at her own wrist to see a second circle, next to the first that belongs to her and Alpha.
"Your brother is going to be pissed," she says, with an almost smile on her lips as she rubs her thumb into the new band.
I smirk. "Maybe," is what I say, but I know she's right. Even still, I don't regret it. And there's no going back. Kael will need to learn how to handle his jealousy. I wasn't even aware of what I was doing and I certainly didn't know the binding could work between more than one person. But, being able to feel her, her energy, her everything , makes me so fucking happy.
She reaches up, tracing a finger along my jawline, and I lean into her touch. "This changes things," she says softly. "What happens next?"
I capture her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. "We fuck some more."