Chapter 11
Salem
It should’ve been obvious Anita would tell Peach what happened, but I was low key hoping she wasn’t a snitch.
However killing her too wasn’t exactly an option.
That would have upset my mate. It also would have upset her to see what I did to the shifter who made her cry.
I ripped out his heart and stomped on it.
Literally. But what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.
“What did you do to him, Salem?” she asks, her arms folded, tapping her foot with impatience.
“I just told him the next time he screams at my mate, he’s going to have to deal with me,” I lie, not wanting his death on her conscience. I wouldn’t know because I don’t have one, but Peach is too sweet and empathetic for her own good. I’m going to protect that, shield it as much as I can.
“And how did you get blood on yourself then?” she presses, frowning.
That damn blood. “I punched him. He needed to be taught a lesson, and now he knows better.”
She puffs out a sigh that blows her hair off her face. “No more, Salem. Soon, I won’t have any customers left.”
Did I just get away with murder? Yeah, I think I did. Little does she know the body count over her is at three, plus one customer getting his ass kicked. He got lucky.
“We’ll find you nicer ones. I’m….” I trail off, frowning.
I’ve never apologised to anyone other than Peach, so I’m a little rusty.
“I’m sorry I’ve worried you. I just can’t handle anyone disrespecting you.
” I pause, deciding to go with some honestly.
“And I’m sorry in advance for if it happens again, because no one gets to treat you that way. ”
I’ll kill them all.
I don’t care if we are the last two standing in all eight kingdoms.
“Salem,” she sighs.
“I heard my brothers visited you today.” I want to change the subject before she asks any more questions. I also didn’t like that Sage and Silver showed up to see her without me. They should have waited—nosy bastards.
“They did, they just wanted to meet me officially,” she replies, shrugging her shoulders. “It was sweet. Your family is important to you, and I want to get to know them.”
Fuck, she’s sweet.
How hasn’t the realm chewed her up and spit her out?
“They can’t see us or feel us when we’re… you know,” she blurts out, wrinkling her nose.
I throw my head back and laugh. “No, they definitely can’t feel anything. The only thing they might be able to hear is my voice down the mind link, but I know how to close that off. I’m not a pup anymore.”
“Okay, good,” she replies, her cheeks now flushed.
Lowering my lips to her ear, I growl. “I want you. Now. All of you.”
Her green eyes widen before they turn hooded with lust. She drags me from the kitchen into our bedroom and pushes me back with her hand on my chest until my legs hit the bed.
“Sit,” she commands, and I do as I’m told, my hard cock straining against my pants. She lowers herself onto her knees and looks up at me with those pretty eyes. “You haven’t brought up our bonding.”
I study her unflinchingly, raking my teeth over my lower lip. “I’m waiting for you to be ready. I would have bonded with you the second I walked into Peach’s Bakery.”
I don’t want to rush her or push her to open up to me. If anyone else heard me thinking shit like this, they’d be laughing their ass off. Yeah, apparently dead-inside Salem wants all of his mate, even things he’s never even thought about.
I want all of her, inside and out.
“You haven’t even asked about my magic,” she adds, swallowing hard.
“I don’t care if you have no fucking magic, Peach. I have enough for both of us. I have a house. I have gold. I have power. All I need is you.”
Her eyes light up, and she shakes her head, grinning. “Who would have thought you’d be so sweet, Salem?”
“No one,” I mutter, and she laughs harder. I can’t look away from her as she does. All I want to do is make her laugh, and alternate between eating her pussy and her cheesecakes.
Her hands slide up my calves and then my thighs. “Fuck, your legs are so big and strong.” Her hands look tiny against my thighs, but I’m too distracted watching her fingers slide over my dick before sliding inside my pants and pulling it out.
“You’ve been a good boy, Salem. I think you deserve my mouth on you,” she purrs in a sultry voice.
And now she’s dirty talking. Fuck.
“I’ve been extra fucking good,” I growl.
Well, minus killing a few people, but they deserved it.
“Take me into your mouth, now. Show me what you learned the last time,” I rasp, leaning back with my palms braced behind me on the mattress and watching Peach take control for the first time.
I’ve never let another female take control, but with her, it doesn’t bring out the monster in me. She tames it.
Her tongue flicks out to lick me before she sucks on the head of my cock. She’s teasing me, all while looking me dead in the eye, and it’s fucking sexy.
Intimate.
I’m right where I want to be.
She swallows as much of my cock as she can, while using her hands as I showed her. Next time, I’m going to ask her to keep her hands locked behind her back, but for now, I’m enjoying watching her explore.
“Yes, just like that. Feed yourself my dick. That’s my sweet girl,” I praise, my tone low and dominant. “Fuck, you’re so good at that, Peach. You make me feel so fucking good.” She hums around me, and it’s not long before she has me right on the edge. “I’m going to come… fuck!”
I can’t take my eyes off her as she swallows down every drop, and I can’t wait a second longer before I lift and undress her quickly, and then push her back against the wall.
I get down in front of her and lift her so her legs are wrapped around my neck.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling while I eat that sweet cunt until she’s screaming my name.
I’m hard again just from her taste and the little breathy sounds she makes.
“Salem,” she whimpers. “I want you to fuck me now, please.”
She doesn’t have to say it twice.