Chapter 36
Wolfe
My hand immediately went to my sword, but as the space came into focus, my mouth dropped open.
From the outside, this had looked like a dank, dark space, but candles floated in the air above our heads, and it was warm—and dry, which shouldn’t have been possible.
Niamh sank down onto a thick purple circle rug that lay across the floor, running her hands over the plush fabric as water dripped from the ends of her hair.
I studied the walls, covered in bright sketches of the hearth witch, and then I saw the basket of offerings sitting against one wall. I thought through what I might have to offer the godwitch, and Niamh reached into her cloak and pulled out a gold coin, holding it up.
“I think this will do as an offering.” She flicked the coin into the basket, on top of dried flowers, jewelry, and trinkets other travelers must’ve left when they stumbled upon this little haven in the middle of nowhere.
Niamh knelt in front of the basket, touching her palm to her heart. “Thank you, hearth godwitch, for providing this shelter.”
I peeled off my wet cloak and shirt, laying both over a rack standing against the back wall. Niamh turned, her gaze lingering on my chest, and heat flooded me at the desire lighting her eyes.
“We’re both soaking wet,” I said. “We need to get our clothes off and get you warm.” I nodded toward the bedrolls, two of them, rolled neatly with blankets sitting on top.
Niamh’s eyes darkened as she took a step toward me. “What other things could we do to get warm?”
Godwitches almighty. “Niamh,” I warned, glancing at her fingers. “Don’t you think we should take it easy?”
Her laughter pealed through the air. “We’re safe now. We found a warm, dry place. And we’re all alone.”
Blood rushed to my cock as she swept her cloak off her shoulders, and I took in her pale green dress, molded to her body, showing off every dip and curve. Her hard nipples peeked through the wet fabric, and my mouth watered at the sight.
I stepped forward. “Are you sure about this?”
“That kiss in the rain didn’t clue you in?” Her eyes danced.
I scratched the back of my neck. “It was in the heat of the moment. Now that we’re safe and out of the storm and our emotions have calmed, I just want to make sure that you won’t . . . that there will be no regrets.”
Her face softened, and she took a few steps forward. “Rafe Wolfgang, you are not something I could ever regret.”
I reached out and pulled her to me, and a sharp exhale escaped her. “I didn’t get your jar of firebugs.”
“Well, that just means I’ll have to keep working on my fear of flames. I’ve already made some progress, thanks to a wise but grumpy man I know.”
My lips twitched.
“You know you want to smile,” she pointed out.
My voice dropped low. “There’s a lot of things I want to do with my lips right now, but smiling is not at the top of that list.”
“Oh? Then what is?” She drew a finger down my chest, and I shuddered, then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the hollow of her neck.
“This,” I murmured against her soft, wet skin, making her go still.
I wanted to savor this like I would a good meal, so I let my lips linger, teeth grazing her, reveling in the way her breathing became uneven, the way her pulse spiked under my tongue.
I dragged my mouth over her collarbone and my fingers trailed to the laces on the front of her dress, undoing them while I pressed kisses across her skin, loving her sweet, flowery taste on my tongue.
“This is worth facing every fear I’ve ever had,” she said, voice breathless. I smiled against her skin, unable to help myself, and she took my face between her hands, forcing me to look her in the eye. “Is that an actual true smile?”
“Don’t you dare tell anyone.” I tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear. “And what’s worth it?”
“You,” she said simply. “Just you.”
She pressed her forehead to mine, and we stayed like that, breathing each other in, until her hand dragged down my chest and to my waistband.
My cock strained against the fabric.
I let out a growl and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist while I cupped two handfuls of the plush ass I’d been dying to grab since that night I’d gotten an eyeful of it at the pond.
I walked her backward toward a small table, swiping the dishes and cutlery off.
They crashed to the floor, but neither of us paid attention as I set Niamh down.
She scooted backward, opening her legs and letting me step between them.
I lowered myself down until my face was right where I wanted it. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” I said.
I moved her panties to the side and slowly licked right up her seam, and she bucked. “That’s right,” I said. “Rub your cunt all over my face.”
She let out a guttural moan that went straight to my cock. That. That was my new favorite Niamh sound.
“Oh, that’s so good,” she said as I licked again.
“Fuck, you taste divine,” I said. “I could do this all night.”
She shuddered beneath me as I sucked and licked, savoring every bit of this. Every bit of her.
I parted her thighs wider, plunging my tongue inside her, eliciting a gasp.
I loved this more than I’d ever imagined I could.
I loved being able to fuck Niamh into silence with my tongue, this woman who never stopped talking couldn’t summon a single word to express what she was feeling as I sucked and licked her into oblivion.
The effect I had on her was addicting. I already wanted to do more, wanted to see how else I could stun my Niamh into a shuddering, whimpering silence.
My teeth gently grazed against her clit, and I licked her in long, slow strokes, applying pressure in different spots, noting when she clenched her thighs and hitting those spots again and again.
I plunged my tongue inside her again, and she arched her back, her head falling back, her long curtain of red hair fanning around her face. She let out a cry, and I knew she was close.
“That’s it, Niamh. Let go. Come for me.”
Her breath hitched, her thighs clenching even tighter on either side of my head as she let out a cry and finally said a single word. “Wolfe.” It came out on a hard breath. Okay, maybe that was my favorite sound. Maybe my favorite sound was every one that came from Niamh.
She fisted her hands in my hair, pelvis jerking as the waves of her orgasm hit her, and I kept licking, kept that unrelenting pressure with my tongue until she slumped onto the table, her legs going slack around my shoulders.
“Oh my godwitches,” she said, and I lifted my head to meet her gaze as she burst into laughter.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“I can’t believe I ever thought you were cold and reserved and lacked any kind of passion.”
She sat up, unhooking her legs from my shoulders while I came to a stand, hoping there was more to that sentence.
She blew out a breath. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
A rumble came from my chest as I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips, letting it linger, my cock twitching.
She ran a finger along the waistband of my trousers, and I shuddered, her touch instantly igniting every part of me.
“It’s been a long time,” I said as she grabbed the laces on my trousers. “This might be quick.”
She smiled. “Then we’ll just have to do it again.” She unlaced the top. “And again.” Then she yanked the thread from the holes, my trousers parting open. “And again.” She grabbed my hips and tugged me close. “And again.”
I pressed a swift, hard kiss to her lips. “You’re amazing, you know that? You make me want so much more for myself than I’ve ever wanted before.” I searched her light green eyes. “But mostly, I just want you.”
She raised a hand to my cheek. “Well, that’s easy, then.
I’m yours.” She held my gaze, her fingers going to the buttons of her dress, and as she undid each one, her moves were tantalizingly slow.
Ever since I’d gotten that peek of her breasts in the pond, I’d desperately wanted to see them again, to touch them, to suck them.
My cock jerked. “You’re going to have to stop teasing me like this.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” She reached the last button and paused, making me groan, her smile growing wider as she popped it open, then shrugged the dress from her shoulders. It fell down to her waist as she unclasped her bra and slowly took it off, her upper half now bare before me.
My gaze devoured her pale, smooth skin, her perfect round breasts, and her hard nipples that I very much wanted in my mouth, my tongue swirling around them. But right now I just wanted to stare at her, hardly able to believe this was happening.
“Careful.” She put her finger under my chin, closing my mouth. “You’re drooling.”
I let out a groan, and she stiffened for a moment.
“What?” I asked, worried she was already regretting this, that she was about to tell me this had gone too far, that I’d satisfied the itch and she’d already gotten my grumpy ass out of her system.
She pursed her lips. “Were you thinking of me that night in your cabin?”
“Niamh,” I said with a relieved laugh, “I think of you every night in my cabin.”
“No, I mean”—her cheeks flushed—“when you were touching yourself.”
I gave her a look. “That’s usually what I’m doing when I’m thinking of you.”
Her cheeks turned pinker, and it made me chuckle. “Well, I guess that answers my question about the night you saw me bathing.”
I started. “Y-you heard me in my cabin?”
She nodded, a rueful look on her face, and it filled me with pleasure that she’d heard me stroking my cock, heard me coming, all while I’d been thinking about her.
“So you really are always thinking about me?”
“Damn right I am.” I bent my head and closed my mouth over one of her breasts, both of us moaning at the same time as I reveled in the feel of my tongue running over her peaked nipple.
I sucked harder, letting my teeth graze her skin, and she moaned again and brought her hands to my hair, grabbing fistfuls as she threw her head back.
I hadn’t been with a woman since shortly after Lor’s death. I’d started drinking, fucking, sleeping—doing everything in my power to shut out the guilt. And every time I fucked a woman, it had only made me feel emptier.
But if those previous encounters had drained me, then being here with Niamh was filling my cup so full it was brimming. I released her nipple and moved over to the other one, kissing my way across the stretch of skin between her breasts.
She parted her legs again and wrapped them around my hips, tilting her pelvis up, her panties already damp again, rubbing herself over my cock, driving me absolutely fucking wild.
If just touching her and kissing her was already pushing me toward the edge, I couldn’t even imagine how I’d feel when I was inside her.
“Mmm,” I rumbled, lifting my mouth to meet hers, letting her take whatever she wanted.
She slid her hands down to my chest, her palms flat on my skin, and she opened her mouth. I slipped my tongue inside, swiping it over hers, our kisses growing frenzied and messy and so fucking perfect.
Niamh rubbed herself harder against me, our mouths and tongues colliding over and over as we clutched each other tight. At this point, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to let her go.
“Fuck, Niamh, you feel so good,” I rasped, letting her take control and go at the pace she needed, her core so slick and hot, the perfect friction against my throbbing cock.
Her body trembled, her thighs tightening their grip around me, her movements frantic and wild, and I felt her clench, knowing she must be close, which almost made me come, but I gritted my teeth, and by the will of the godwitches held it together.
I wanted to make her feel good, wanted to make sure she came before I did.
She threw her head back, her hands grasping my shoulders, nails digging into my skin. “I’m going to . . .” She let out a moan that undid me.
A tingle spread at the base of my spine as I felt my orgasm building in tune with hers.
“I’m going to come, Wolfe.”
She cried out, her body shuddering under mine as I came so fucking hard, the release leaving me shaky and limp in her arms. I lay my head against her chest, listening to her heart pounding, her breathing heavy, and knowing from here on out, nothing would ever be the same.