Chapter 37
Niamh
Ilay cuddled in Wolfe’s arms, my dress still hanging off my waist but my upper body bare as he trailed his fingers up and down my back while my fingers curled into the hair on his chest. At this point, we were both dry from the rain and satisfied. So, so very satisfied.
“See?” I said. “I was right all along. You are my sunshine.”
He shot me a grumpy look that made me laugh. “Don’t push it.”
I propped myself up on my elbow to look down at him. “What made you change your mind about me? Just yesterday you were adamant that we couldn’t be together.”
He stretched his muscled arms up and clasped his hands under his head. “Morton.”
My mouth dropped open. “Morton actually convinced you?”
“He made me realize that I’m doing a disservice to everyone by pushing them away.
I thought I was punishing myself, but really, I’m punishing everyone else.
My mother, my brothers, Jerome.” He shook his head.
“I’m doing a disservice to Lor, to his memory.
He would’ve hated to see what I’ve become, and if he were here and saw you, saw what I was going to throw away, he’d kick my ass.
” He stopped trailing his fingers down my back and reached up to brush a thumb over my cheek.
“I meant what I said. You never had a problem with bravery. You lost everything, and you still put yourself out there.”
I laughed. “I didn’t. Not until you came and made my tower come crumbling down—literally. You made me feel brave. You made me feel alive,” I said. “For the first time in a long time. You made me feel things I didn’t think I’d ever feel again.”
I leaned down to kiss him, heat gathering between my legs as he tugged my body down, and I draped myself over him. I couldn’t believe my body was already craving him again. At this rate, I’d be barely able to walk tomorrow.
Our last kiss had been frenzied and rough, but this one was slow and languid, our lips tasting and gentle.
I ran my hand down the side of his torso, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles, of the scars that riddled his sides—the ones I would ask him about eventually.
But not right now, when I very much wanted his mouth focused on kissing me.
He reached down, pushing my dress off, and I kicked my legs, shimmying until the dress was on the floor along with my panties, and I was completely naked.
“Your turn,” I said between kisses as I reached for his trousers, unlaced, but tragically still on. Ever since I’d gotten that view of his cock at the pond, I’d wanted to see more, to fully take him in and take my time.
He chuckled, the sound deep and low, shooting straight to my core.
Wolfe wasn’t a man who laughed often, but every time he did, it was a special gift, something to capture and keep for a rainy day. He yanked his trousers down and kicked them off, his cock springing free. I shifted to move off him, and he caught my arm with his hand.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he rumbled, eyes black.
“To admire you,” I said, sitting up and looking at his massive body.
I reached out to trace my fingers over his key, the dark hair thick and curled on his chest, and I slowly trailed my fingers down, loving the way he shuddered as my hands moved.
“Good godwitches, woman. You’re going to be the death of me.”
“That would be a shame,” I said as my hand moved to the thick patch of hair starting at his stomach and trailing down to his cock. “You have such a lovely appendage.”
He choked, coughing. “Lovely? Did you just call my cock lovely?”
I pressed my lips together, trying to hold back my laughter at the look of indignation on his face. “Well, it is! So straight and thick.” I drew a finger down it, and he sucked in a sharp breath, letting out a quiet “fuck me.”
“That is the idea.” I leaned forward and licked the bead of moisture off his tip, his hands bunching the soft rug we lay on, then I closed my mouth over his thick length and sucked as he let out a shuddering breath.
“Oh, fuck, Niamh,” he said.
I loved knowing that I, alone, could make Wolfe come undone, that I could elicit this raw, passionate side of him that no one else got to see. I pitied everyone else, knowing they’d never get to witness this man in all his glory. This side was just for me.
“Stop,” he said like the word physically pained him.
I stopped sucking and lifted my head. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He laughed, looking up at the ceiling. “Absolutely nothing. And as much as I love that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock, right now, I want it buried inside of you.”
His words stirred the heat in my belly, and I lifted myself on top of him. “Later, then. I’ll get to taste you later.”
He swore again, and I laughed. I loved watching him squirm.
I straddled his waist, already so wet, so wanting again, practically salivating over what it would feel like when he was inside me.
His fingers dug into my hips, thumbs kneading my skin, heating me with his touch, and I wondered if his cock might actually be too big, too much for me.
He flipped me onto my back, and I opened my legs, letting him settle between them, feeling his heavy length, all the weight of it, pressing into my core.
He stared into my eyes, his pupils blown, only a small ring of dark brown visible. Godwitches, I wanted this man. I was crazy to ever believe I could push away my feelings for him.
He reached down and grabbed one of my legs, bending it toward my chest, and the tip of his hard length pressed against my entrance.
I rocked up my pelvis, and he pushed into me, both of us gasping at the same time.
Pain mixed with pleasure in a way I’d never experienced before, his cock stretching me wide open, hitting spots I didn’t even know could be hit.
“Oh,” I moaned. “Oh, godwitches.” I clutched his shoulders, his skin slick with sweat.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “Should I stop?”
“Don’t . . . you . . . dare,” I said between gasps.
He pumped in and out, slow at first, letting me acclimate to his size. “I don’t know if I have the control to . . .” His voice sounded pained. “I want you so bad, Niamh.”
“You’re so big.” He pushed my leg tighter against my waist, angling himself so that every time he thrust, he hit a spot in my inner walls that sent spasms of fire through me.
“If I go faster”—he grunted, sounding pained—“will it . . . if I lose control . . .”
The thought of him losing control terrified me, which was exactly how I knew it was what I wanted. “I can take it. I can take you. All of you.”
That was all I had to say, and he was slamming into me, that frenzied energy building between us that I didn’t think would ever go away.
His hand still clutched the back of my thigh, keeping my leg bent as he angled deeper inside me, ramming in and out over and over, and all I could do was cling to him and let him take control.
I grabbed his arms, his muscles contracting, his weight so heavy and delicious.
I’d never dared to let myself think about what sex with Wolfe might be like, not when I was nearly betrothed to his brother.
But if I had imagined it, I couldn’t have dreamed how hungry I’d have been for him, even when he was already inside me, as close to me as he could be—yet I somehow wanted him closer, wanted him deeper.
He pulled out and rubbed the head of his hard length over my folds, watching me as he did, his gaze sparking. His cock shined with my wetness, and that turned me on even more.
“I love seeing how you react to me,” he said, and I gasped when he teased my entrance with his cock. His voice was gravelly, strained. “You’re so fucking beautiful, but I don’t think you’ve ever been more stunning than in this moment, when I get to watch you fall apart.”
A wave of lust hit me, and he shoved inside me again, both of us rocking together.
He leaned down to kiss me, our tongues tangling, and suddenly I was in a free fall as pleasure ripped through me.
I cried out against his mouth, my body seizing while he kissed me fiercely, holding on tight as his own climax shot into me, his cock pulsing.
We clutched each other, hearts beating rapidly, bodies slowly unclenching until he finally slumped over me and pressed a kiss to my neck before he rolled off and onto his back.
I glanced at him, and his gaze was so tender, so full of love, that tears sprang to my eyes.
“Hey.” He rolled to his side, propping his head up. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I sniffled, cheeks heating. I couldn’t believe I was crying after sex. I’d read silly romance novels where heroines sometimes did this, so overcome by emotion they couldn’t help themselves, but I’d never thought this was a real thing. Now that it was happening to me, I felt shy.
“I have no idea why I’m crying.” My voice shook.
Wolfe thumbed away a tear, concern taking over his features. “Do you regret it, then? It’s okay if you do. You have no obligation to me—”
“No!” Horror replaced my mortification. “No, that’s not it at all. I’m . . . happy. I’m just really, really happy.”
His brows bunched together. “So you’re crying because you’re happy?”
I laughed through the tears. “I suppose so. Is that ridiculous?”
He traced my lips with his fingers, and I shivered. “No,” he said. “It’s . . . it’s amazing that I could make you feel that way. That I could make anyone happy. I’ve spent so long making people unhappy that it’s hard to understand.”
This poor man had spent so many years convincing himself that everyone secretly hated him, blamed him for Lor’s death. He had no idea how loved and wanted he was, but I was going to keep showing him. I’d keep reminding him so he never forgot.
“When did it happen?” he asked quietly. “For you?”
“When did what happen?” I wrinkled my nose.
He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “When did you realize you had feelings for me?”
That was easy. “The night after we fell asleep together. I realized that beneath that grumpy exterior was a man who cared deeply, who was kind and gentle and who made me feel brave and capable. What about you?” I asked, suddenly curious.
“I think I fell for you from the first day you opened your eyes and shouted at me.”
“I didn’t shout at you,” I said.
He raised his eyebrows.
“If memory serves me correctly, you shouted at me.”
His lips twitched. “Did I?”
“You also had just destroyed my home.”
His face grew more severe now, and I wondered if it was too soon to tease him about that. “I’m sorry. I know you loved that tower.”
I thought about it, about the books and the walls and the safety.
“I did love it, but I should never have stayed. I’d convinced myself that tower was the best thing for me, that without my parents and Princess Ashami, without Bergenay, I was defenseless, couldn’t survive.
You destroying my tower was the best thing that ever happened to me. ”
He pulled me tighter against him, and I yawned, a wave of tiredness washing over me. Wolfe lay on his back, and I curled into him, eyes growing heavy.
“Sleep now,” he said, pressing a kiss to my hair, “and tomorrow, we return to Fairwitch.”