30. Maia
30
MAIA
“ C ome to bed with me,” Topher murmurs. We’re home, and dinner was so nice and lovely.
He was sweet, thoughtful, and it was a genuinely perfect evening. Phoebe slept for nearly the entire thing, and the way he held her, how careful he was to not drop anything on her as he ate… it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
He’s a good man. And he’s going to be— no, he is—an amazing dad. He lavishes her with attention and loves her so deeply.
It’s arousing, seeing how good a parent he is.
Is that weird? Finding someone’s parenting skills a turn-on?
“But…” I trail off and look down at Phoebe. If we go to bed, after the night we’ve had…
I don’t think I’ll stop at just oral like Seb and I did.
I want Topher.
Food was surprisingly erotic with the way he fed me bits of bread dripping with cheese, or chocolate-covered strawberries and grapes. He made a show of wiping the chocolate off my face, licking it from his thumb.
Our lust has been building over the course of the night, and I’m genuinely ready to take the next step .
“I’ll take her,” one of the men says, and I can’t see him anywhere. His voice is low and gravelly.
I shriek, jumping back into Topher, who grabs me and manages to keep a good grip on Phoebe in the car seat.
“Where did you come from?” I’m clasping my throat, staring at the shadowy man exiting the living room. The red socks give away which man it is. “Alex, you scared me.”
“Sorry, little butterfly,” he says, walking over to us. He takes my hand, pulling me into his arms, and presses a soft kiss to my lips.
I relax into his hold, and the warmth of Topher at my back helps the panic fade away. Alex closes the kiss off as I try to deepen it, and he steps back from me.
The loss of his touch makes me feel so cold.
“When did she last feed?” His eyes flicker between Topher and I, and he seems to be communicating something.
“Just before we left,” I say.
“Then she should be good for a little while as she naps,” Alex says. He reaches over, and Topher hands her over in the car seat.
I bite my lip, hesitating.
“Remember what we talked about?” Topher asks, gripping my chin. I nod, and he tuts at me. “No, princess, we use our words tonight. There will be no misunderstandings between us.”
Flutters appear in my core, instant arousal flooding me as I wriggle slightly to press my thighs together.
“Yes, I remember.”
“If you’re okay with it, Alex will watch her in your room, whilst we go into mine.” Topher’s eyes darken, and a delicious smirk fills his face. “But only if you want to. I’m more than happy to curl up in your bed with you and our tiny princess.”
“I want to go to your bed,” I whisper, not looking away from him, despite the blush that is surely forming on my cheeks. My lips part ever so slightly, and his thumb brushes against my bottom lip, causing a shiver to wrack my body.
“I’ve got Phoebe,” Alex says, heading up the stairs.
“Come and get me if she wakes up and wants me?” I ask, not looking away from Topher.
“I promise,” Alex says, sounding amused but also very happy . “Go enjoy yourself.”
“Let’s listen to my very wise brother,” Topher says, still not moving from the hold he has on me. The eye contact seems to be building my need . I can’t look away even if I wanted to.
He’s hypnotising. So beautiful, so bold… so mine .
We listen as Alex walks up the stairs, my breathing quiet and steady, and as my bedroom door clicks, Topher grins at me, dropping his hold.
“Let’s go.”
He takes my hand in his, sparks flying between us, as my arousal builds with each step we take. We slowly creep up the stairs, my heart hammering, but nobody leaves their rooms to come and interrupt us.
Topher leads me into his and closes the door shut behind us.
It feels so final. So daunting.
“Relax,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss to my shoulder as I gaze around his room. I’ve been in here a few times but never really for more than a few minutes.
The first thing that catches my eyes is the large window on the far wall. It overlooks the side of our home and gives a good view of the forests and open land.
It’s quite dark already, despite it only being late evening in the early spring, and it casts an eerie shadow across the room.
He’s got a window seat, which has always surprised me. There’s a pair of navy curtains hanging on either side that complement the pillows that adorn it.
The colour scheme is a tasteful blend of charcoal, navy, and white, which is quite different to the rest of our house with its very light qualities. It suits Topher, though, which is the most important thing.
“Are you done analysing my bedroom?” he asks. His gruff voice sends tingles racing through me, nothing to do with the sparks that form whenever we brush against each other.
“I feel like your bedroom suits you.”
He coughs out a laugh. “Are you nervous, princess?”
I shrug, turning to face him. The lighting in the room is minimal, only offered by the window, so there’s a large shadow over my mate’s face. He looks darker, more dangerous, and his eyes are so much brighter.
The gold and hazel entwine, making his alluring eyes look practically luminous. Combined with the intense look, he’s pretty hot.
Dominant. Asshole-ish.
But hot.
“No.”
He grins, trailing his finger down my cheek, and nods. “Good.”
I cock my hip, raising a brow. “Are you nervous?”
He laughs. “Not even a little bit. I’ve spent my entire life waiting for you. Now that I have you… my life is complete.”
I smile, and he kisses the top of my head, murmuring about going to get himself settled. He heads out the room, going to the bathroom in the hall.
Unlike me, who has my own private bathroom, he has to share a bathroom with Ben and Seb.
I pull my tights off, dumping them in the laundry basket, and walk across the cool, natural oak hardwood flooring. His bed is in the centre of the room, dominating the space, and it looks very inviting.
The dark wood matches the floor, the duvet a perfect complement to the curtains.
I wonder if he was the one who decorated. It’s pretty perfect .
I debate on undoing my dress but get the feeling Topher would much rather do that himself, so instead, I get myself settled on top of his bed and wait for him to come back.
I’ve not had sex in ten months, and with having pushed a baby out of me, I’m a little nervous it’s going to hurt.
Topher has never done it before, and I sort of… I don’t want to ruin it.
What if it hurts? What if… what if it’s bad ?
Seb was so talented with his tongue. Will Topher want to do that? Will I compare them both?
Will that upset them?
I’ve never once really thought about the logistics of having four mates to myself. Four men, four talented men, brothers at that.
There’s going to be competition. Right?
“What’s got you worrying over there?” my beautiful mate asks as he re-enters the room. He’s shirtless now, showing off his delightful abs and chest hair. His honeyed skin looks so lickable and tempting.
He’s swapped his pants for a pair of grey shorts, and he’s barefoot.
So sexy.
I lick my lips, sitting up straighter, as he pulls his phone out of his pocket and places it on the large chest of drawers to the left of the doorway.
“I’m not worried.” Liar. Maia Blake is a huge liar.
“No?” He murmurs, closing the door behind him again. “Reach over and turn that lamp on for me, please, princess.”
On both sides of the bed are some tall side tables, both with lamps. I knock the one on at my side, dimming the light slightly as it comes on so sharp.
It’s become a habit after Ben told me about Phoebe’s eyes, and I reach over and do the same on the other side.
It casts a warm glow in the room, offsetting some of the shadows, and it seems to set the mood beautifully .
At least for me.
“Before we do anything,” Topher says, walking over to sit on the edge of the bed. He’s diagonal to me, putting a decent amount of space between us. “I want to talk.”
I nod slowly, my heart hammering. I know I want him to be reassured. “There’s, um, there’s no pressure to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, Toph.”
Topher groans. “That was my line.”
I laugh, and some of the newfound tension starts to fade. “I’m sorry. I just know you’ve not done this before, and I wanted to offer my support so that you don’t feel… pressured.”
“I fucking love you,” he whispers.
“As I love you.”
He grins at me. “I am… I’ve never had sex before. Nobody other than myself has ever touched me before, and I’ve never touched anyone else.”
I nod slowly. “Okay?”
“But I’m not clueless about how it’s all going to work. I know how to do it.”
I nod, trying to not smile. “I did surmise you’d have an inkling.”
He nods, crossing his arms in front of his chest. The way the muscles bulge is so hot, and the intense look in his gold eyes has me squirming.
“Good. I know where your bits are and?—”
I groan, hiding my face for a second before looking back at him. He seems uncomfortable, off-kilter, even. “Christopher, love,” I say, inching closer to him. “I’m not going to make you prove that you can pass sex ed before you can touch me.”
He sneers now, the haughty look only increasing my amusement. “I guessed.”
His tone is so dry.
I snort. “Want a blowjob?”
His eyes widen, and I know I’ve managed to surprise him. It only lasts for a second though before a smirk appears on his face, and his eyes narrow. The confidence is back, and fuck, is it attractive.
“That’s not how it’s going to work,” Topher says slowly. He moves off the edge of the bed, and I don’t know how he got such dramatic lighting, but I can’t cope.
I genuinely think all he’d need to do is brush against my clit right now and I’d detonate. He strides towards me, his steps slow and calculating.
The temperature seems to rise a few degrees as he walks, my dress feeling so heavy.
“Um, how will?—”
“You’re a good girl, aren’t you, princess?” His voice has never sounded like this.
I jerkily nod.
“I thought so. Stand up for me.”
I’m on my feet before my next blink takes place.
He motions for me to turn, and I’m facing the window as he steps up behind me. I gasp as his fingers trace across my neck before he slowly slides my zipper down on the dress.
My skin erupts in goosebumps as his gentle hands move down the lines of my body, sparks flying.
My core clenches, and I have no doubt he can smell my arousal.
It’s mortifying and hot in equal quantities.
“Bend over. These knickers of yours are something I want a better view of.”
I turn my head to face him, not sure if he means it, but he narrows his eyes.
“Did I stutter?”
I whimper and bend over in one fluid movement, grabbing my ankles. His large hand palms my ass, and I hear the sharp intake of his breath.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, princess. And I’m a very lucky man indeed. ”
They’re not sexy underwear. Not even a little. They’re black, cotton, and cover me fully.
And yet, the desire in his tone is as if I was dressed in lace, pretty and beautiful.
It sends warmth through me. Even when displayed like this, I feel comfortable and confident. He doesn’t allow for anything else.
“Rest your hands on the bed.” I move once more without thinking about it.
“I’m going to take these down now.” His fingers hook my underwear, and I gasp as he slowly lowers them down. “Lift up.” I lift the right leg, then the left, but rather than dropping them, he pockets them.
“What are you doing?” I turn around, rising from the bed.
He cocks a brow. “Did I tell you to move?”
I tense. “I’m not… I’m not submissive, Toph. You can’t just boss me around.”
He nods, his eyes darkening. “I think… I think I might be more… dominant. Tendencies. Not pain—never pain. But…”
“But?” I prompt, cocking my hip.
“But control.”
I nod. “Okay.”
“Do you trust me?”
I don’t hesitate in saying yes.
He whimpers, and I can’t tell if it’s from arousal or unease. He looks opposite me, towards the right wall, and I smirk.
On the far right wall, there’s a large bookshelf stuck to the wall, creating a C shape with the two ends on the floor. There’s a huge collection of books, and when I’m not so focused on getting my mate naked and having my wicked way with him, I’ll absolutely be examining it.
In the middle of the bookshelf, though, is a very large mirror with a dark wood frame. It’s levelled nearly perfectly so that I can see myself from here, but across the entire bed, too.
That could be very useful .
“Christopher.” I demand his name, and he turns back to look at me. “I’ve had a lot of sex. Don’t growl. I have. I know what I like, and I’m pretty confident that you can give it to me. I don’t think I lean submissive, but it’s not something I’m against trying.”
He nods once. “You’ll let me lead?”
I grin at him. “Don’t I always?”
He snorts, reaching up to run his hand through his hair. “You need a safe word. I know that you are a little?—”
“I was joking,” I say, sighing with exasperation. “I choose cactus.”
He nods. “Then… let’s do it.”
I laugh, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. I cross my legs, and his nostrils flare.
“Baby, you’re killing me here.”
“I’m killing you ?”
“I want to have a serious talk before I get to touch you how you need.”
I frown, amusement filling me. “How I need sounds like an important distinction.”
A dangerous look crosses his face. “I’d say it very much is. A need is so, so different from a want.”
Now it’s me who whimpers, and since my legs are crossed together, there’s no friction to be gained.
“I won’t bond with you tonight.”
I freeze, my blood running cold. “I’m sorry?”
He curses, rubbing his face, before inching closer. I can see the tension in his body, and he gives me a hesitant smile. “Bonding you is something… well, first off, it involves me biting you, very hard, claiming you as mine.”
I shiver, and he smiles.
“But it’s something that, preferably, we’d do as a unit.”
I cross my arms. “You want to bite me… all at the same time? ”
“No!” He sounds panicked, shaking his head. “No, most definitely not. But it’s a group effort. It’s a big moment.”
I nod, not sure if I fully understand. Arousal is still thrumming through me, my core wound up so tightly. I want him, and all the talking is only heightening my need.
An actual need—not a want.
“But also, when the four of us mark you, it’ll release enough of our… well, werewolf sides, into you, that you’ll start the process into shifting.”
I nod slowly. “I’m not ready for that.”
“I know.”
I sigh. “I’m sorry.”
His head snaps up, and he darts over and grips my chin, crouching down below me. It’s such a dominant move, and I’ve either just dribbled or I’m that aroused that his bedsheets are paying the price.
“You do not apologise for having a boundary—especially not one as life changing as this,” he hisses. I’d think he was angry if I couldn’t see the torment in his eyes. “You are more than allowed to need a little longer than a few weeks to come to terms with the werewolf world.”
“Thank you.” My words are soft, soothing, even, and seem to appeal to the troubled alpha werewolf. He lets go of me, rising back to his full height.
“I can restrain myself during… that it won’t be an issue.”
I perk up. “Actual restraints?”
“If we’re using handcuffs in the bedroom, princess, I can promise you they will not be on me. ”
I laugh. “You’re overthinking things. I want you. I need you. Let’s just… give in and enjoy ourselves?”
He snorts. “Wouldn’t you like that.” I nod, pouting. I really would like that.
“You can give in?” he asks. “Let me lead?”
“I can do that.”
“Okay then. ”
He leans in close, grips my hair in his fist, and gently tugs my head back. He connects our lips, giving me a very filthy kiss, as his other hand wanders from my thigh, up my body, to my boob.
He squeezes, and I whimper as he pulls away.
The mood has electrified, my body thrumming with energy as he drops down to his knees on the floor, next to the bed.
“This body,” he groans. He latches to my nipple, drinking milk, as his other hand trails down my stomach to my centre. His thumb brushes against my clit, sending shivers across my body.
“Toph, please,” I beg as he sucks harder.
His latch isn’t great, hurting slightly, but his fingers teasing between my folds is enough to make up for it. My body shudders under his touch, and I catch sight of myself in the mirror.
The pure lust on my face, the bright red in my cheeks… it’s very arousing.
“You’re beautiful,” Topher says, gently pushing me back onto the bed, as he rises up to kneel on the edge of the bed, and kisses down my body. “So fucking amazing, Maia.”
I shiver as his warm breath tickles me, and he takes it as a hint to blow on me.
“You said you’d teach me your body,” he mutters, his words sounding pained, before he blows on me again. I grip the sheets, throwing my head back on the bed.
I turn into the sheets, smelling nothing but Topher, and it’s the nicest scent in the world.
“But I know your body,” he says, his tongue darting out to lick my wetness. “I know you. I’ll listen to the cues your body tells me.” He reaches out and spreads me open with two fingers, licking a little deeper.
I gasp, tightening my hold on the sheets, as my chest arches up .
“I’ll give you what you need. Not what you think that you want.”
His thumb presses down hard on my clit, the pressure intense, as his tongue and fingers get to work. I can barely breathe with the speed he works me up to my orgasm, and I whimper and moan as he hurtles me over the edge.
“You’re such a good girl,” he groans into my pussy, the scratchiness of his facial hair feeling weirdly nice when combined with the sparks and aftershocks.
He pulls away, standing in front of me, as my eyes open up, and I give him a lazy smile. His shorts are still on, and he smirks at me when I notice.
“No need to frown, princess. Take them off. Free me.”
I clamber up onto my knees and drag his shorts off, letting them fall into a pile on the floor at his feet. He went commando, his dick swinging free. I freeze taking in the size of it.
“What?” he demands, looking at his cock, then back at me. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” That fucking monster is going to hurt .
He’s long, maybe seven or eight inches, and thicker than any man I’ve been with. Thicker than a Babybel, that’s for sure.
It’s going to hurt.
But, god, my pussy is quivering already at getting him inside me.
“Why are you drooling over my cock?” Topher demands. He sounds amused, but I can see the genuine confusion in his eyes.
“Can I taste you?” I flutter my eyelashes, and he groans but nods once. I lean in, letting my tongue swipe the pre-cum from the tip.
I moan, swallowing the head as soon as I get my taste. I’ve never tasted something so good. I refuse to believe that the mate bond isn’t at play here because there’s no way that cum tastes better than a milkshake .
No way.
And yet, there’s no saltiness, no bitterness.
Just pure ecstasy.
I groan when his fist grabs my hair again. He guides me further and further down his cock, and my gag reflex seems to have disappeared as I swallow him down whole.
I don’t know what magic this is, but I love it.
I eagerly work Topher’s cock, his moans and pretty compliments exciting me so much. I tease his balls, gently squeezing, as he starts to jerk in my mouth.
My other hand moves down towards myself so that I can join him for this orgasm.
“Don’t you dare,” Topher says, yanking my hair back. His dick leaves my mouth with a pop, and I pout at him. “Your next orgasm will be with me inside you. I want you to come all over my cock, baby.”
“Can I at least make you come?” I whine, reaching back for him.
“No. But you can climb on top of me, spread those pretty little thighs, and let me take you.”
Amusement lights up his face, and he moves onto the bed, my eyes following his naked skin. He gets comfortable resting against the pillows and I turn so I can see his beauty on full display.
“You want me on top?”
He nods, and I bite my lip, looking at his cock once before moving over to straddle his lap. His hands come to my waist, and he lifts me over him.
“Wet me properly,” he whispers in my ear. A tingle shoots down my spine, the anticipation building.
I grab his cock, ignoring the groan from him, and line him up so that when I rock back and forth, I’ll get his cock wet like he told me to.
I use his shoulders to steady myself and gently rock back and forth, stimulating my clit, and self, with his cock. He’s enjoying it as much, if not more than I am, and my eyes squeezing closed, my mouth parting, as my orgasm overtakes me.
I increase my speed, rocking back and forth faster and faster as I ride out the waves of my orgasm. He lets me use him, lets me stimulate myself as I need to.
But the moment I come down from the high, he smirks at me. It’s not a nice smirk. His eyes are dark, desire pouring from him, as his grip on my waist tightens.
“Oh, baby,” he says, tutting at me. “What did I say?”
“You wanted me to come all over you.”
He nods. “And did you?”
I giggle and quickly cover my face as his lips tighten into a straight line. I nod once. “Yes.”
My pulse is beating erratically, the butterflies in my stomach fluttering away as I embrace the sparks fully.
“Did I not specify that I was to be inside you before that would happen?”
A shiver at the dark tone wracks down my body.
But the days of me and my brain fearing Topher have disappeared. There’s not a single part of me that could be scared of this man.
All his words do is excite me.
I might not have come with him inside me, but if he doesn’t stretch me out soon… I’ll be making a second mess all over his cock, and I won’t be sorry for it.
“Trust me, little mate,” Topher says with a dark and a sinister smirk. “You will be paying for that later.”
That’s not meant to be something that excites me, right? Like my pussy shouldn’t shudder, wetness shouldn’t leak out of me at those words?
“Take me,” he says, leaning back to rest on his hands. The new angle shows off his chest in a much better angle, and I eagerly obey .
I lift up off his thighs and grab his cock, lining it up at my entrance the best I can.
“Gentle,” he soothes, his tone surprisingly delicate. “Take it slowly.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “I pushed a?—”
“A baby out of you. I know,” he says, reaching out to steady my hips. “And it’s likely going to hurt . We did the research. Now, be gentle, and take it easy, or I’ll take you over my knee.”
I groan, and nod, gently lining him up at my entrance. He thrusts up, gently pushing in, and I whimper at the sting. Tears prick at my eyes, and I duck my head, using his chest to steady myself.
It burns, the more I take, and I don’t know if that’s just his size or the fact that I’m a little sensitive.
“You’re doing beautiful,” Topher says as I take another little bit of him. He’s doing so amazing at staying still, at letting me guide it.
“I love the feel of you wrapped around me.” We’re two inches or so down now.
The look on my mate’s face is pure pleasure as inch three and four are taken. “You’re so sexy, Maia. So fucking good.”
I cringe as I push down further, and still.
“Clever girl,” he murmurs. “I’m going to sit up slightly. Tell me if it hurts.” I nod, and he moves. The angle changes, but it doesn’t hurt.
In fact, it feels good. I’m hovering over him now, half of him in me, and I feel so full . He reaches down with his left hand, his right one still holding me in place, and feels between us for my clit.
The moment he finds it, I relax, the pleasure overtaking the pain of the burn. He leans his face towards mine, capturing my lips with his own, and he urges my body to obey.
I slowly take more and more of him as he teeters me towards my orgasm. As it takes hold, moments away from unleashing, I try to take him all .
Topher’s grip is the only thing that stops me. “Oh, you are a bad girl,” he hisses, his fingers speeding up. I drop my head onto his shoulder, biting down into his neck as I do.
I cry and moan, and he growls low in his throat, still holding me in place.
A weird feeling rushes at me, painfully strong. It starts in my chest, expanding across my body, and I scream out as waves and waves of pleasure attack my nerves.
My grip on Topher has to be painful, my teeth buried into his neck, drawing blood, as I cry out my orgasm.
Topher adjusts us. Somehow. Maybe.
I’m on my back.
My teeth are still in his neck as he thrusts inside of me.
Feelings. Strong ones. Deep ones. All of them. They rush over me. Pulling me from side-to-side as Topher pushes into me fully.
My stomach clenches, and I release his throat on a whimper as he growls so loud it sends off another wave of pleasure.
My head is pressed into the pillows as bright gold eyes meet mine.
He fucks into me.
Fast. Hard. Painfully good.
I can’t look away.
I can’t breathe.
The pleasure, the pain, the feelings .
“You did this,” a voice snarls into my mind. “You claimed me as yours.”
“Yes,” I cry out, finally understanding.
The bond is true.
It’s formed.
At least between Topher and I, that is.