Chapter 19
He couldn’t wait another moment, so Axel broke their kiss to stare into Rebecca’s dazed expression. “I promised to make you come, little witch. You still want that?”
Her tongue darted out, licking over her swollen lips. His were quickly healing. A damn shame, because he wanted the evidence of her imprinted all over his body, starting with his lips. “Yes.”
“Good. Then get undressed. Starting with those muddy boots. I’m going to watch.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks flushed. He half expected her to argue. That she didn’t meant she was eager. Something he wouldn’t dare squander.
He stepped back, tugging his own boots free, then stood to watch as she slipped off her jacket, letting it fall to the floor. Her shirt came next. His gaze fixed on her tits. Her perfect fucking tits, nestled in a lavender lace bra.
His mouth filled with saliva.
She followed his gaze, then looked back up and smirked.
“Keep going,” he warned. His eyes trailed down over the slight swell of her stomach, to her hips, where her fingers pulled at the button of her jeans. “Wait.”
She hesitated.
“Do they match?”
“What?”
“Your panties?”
“Oh. Uhm. Maybe.”
“Fuck me.” He closed his eyes briefly. Then opened them because he couldn’t wait a moment longer. “Continue.”
Turned out they were a perfect match. Her jeans slid down her legs and she kicked off her boots to free them. Then stood.
He took her in. Her lush hips. The vee between her thighs. The soft skin begging for his touch.
Her scent intensified. There was shy embarrassment mingled with arousal.
She had nothing to be shy or embarrassed about. He would show her that. Soon enough.
“Underclothes, too.” He gestured. He understood the power imbalance here—wanted to see how far he could push her.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, but she didn’t back down.
His perfect, brave witch. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it slide down her arms to the floor.
He resisted as long as possible, keeping his gaze on her face.
Then lost the battle, dropping his eyes and sucking in a breath.
“Fuck. They’re even more perfect than I imagined.” So, so perfect. Round, full, with dusky pink nipples. He licked his lips.
“Shall I continue, or do you need a minute to wipe the drool from the corner of your mouth, Wolfie?”
“Don’t sass me.” His voice was gruff. “The panties, too.”
She smirked as she slid them down. Revealing a slight dusting of light brown hair above her sex. The smell of her wetness perfumed the air. He resisted the urge to charge forward and fall to his knees. Bury his nose in her cunt.
The wolf in him wanted to roll around in her scent, bathe in it. Cover himself in it. Fuck. He was close to snapping. Close to pinning her down, shoving his cock inside on a single thrust. Thankfully, his pants would act as the shield he needed—for now.
“Get on the bed.” The demand was low, rough.
She huffed. “Are you always this bossy?”
“With you? Yes.”
“What if I argue?”
“Care to test me?”
Her eyes flashed with defiance. “Maybe.”
She crossed her arms, and fuck if it didn’t push her tits up higher, shielding her nipples from view.
His cock throbbed, forcing him to adjust his pants.
His vision sharpened, which meant his eyes had changed. That didn’t frighten his little witch. She stood her ground.
He stalked over to her. “Don’t tempt me unless you’re willing to play rough, Rebecca.” His hand wrapped around her throat, gently squeezing. She’d loved this earlier. Would she still? Knowing what he grappled with, that there was a risk he could snap, even in her presence, would she cower from him?
Her breath caught. “Maybe that’s what I want.”
“Yeah?”
Her skin flushed and she nodded, like she was almost…afraid to admit it.
“I’ll make you feel so good, sweetheart. But only if you behave.” He leaned in, letting his lips brush against the shell of her ear. “You going to be my good girl, Rebecca?”
“Yes.” The single word was almost a moan.
“I thought so.” He pulled away, putting distance between them. “Get on the bed. I want you to spread those pretty thighs and stuff your cunt with your fingers. Show me exactly how you touch yourself when you’re thinking about me.”
Her lips parted with shock. Eyes going wide.
“Do it,” he commanded.
He needed her to do this. Needed a few moments to acclimate to their situation. Otherwise, his restraint would snap. She’d be bound to him forever if he let that happen.
And he wouldn’t.
“All right.” Her chin lifted. She climbed onto the bed, laying her head on the pillow. He moved to the foot of the bed where he could see the length of her body.
“That’s it,” he encouraged as she hesitantly spread her thighs, bringing her hand down to her sex.
The first glimpse of her cunt, pink and wet and soft, made him groan.
He felt Rebecca’s eyes on his face—on his expression.
So he let her see it. Didn’t bother to school his features so she might see what she was to him. His undoing.
“Touch yourself,” he begged.
She did, her fingers sliding down over her clit, then parting her folds, spreading her wetness around.
She moved up and down, then circled her clit and moaned.
The sound was exactly what he knew it would be.
He’d imagined it a thousand times. After that first meal he cooked for her, he’d replayed that moan over and over. It lived in every fantasy in his mind.
Her breath caught when she slipped her middle finger inside. The sight of her flesh swallowing it. Seeing it disappear.
Fuck!
He palmed his cock through his pants, unable to help himself.
She was a bonny sight. Better than anything he could have imagined. Dreamt up.
This would be forever seared into his mind.
She moaned again as her finger retreated, coming away slick. Then she went back in, using two this time. Her hips rose to meet the motion.
“Is this how you do it?” he rasped, his throat dry. “When you make yourself come thinking about me? Like this? How you’re doing it now?”
“N-no.”
“How, then?”
“Like… Like this.” She brought her other hand down, using it to circle her clit while she continued to work her fingers in and out. Her hips grew sloppy, bucking to meet the movements of her hands.
“I do this—and pretend it’s you. But it’s never as good, because I know your hands are bigger. So much bigger. Thicker. Fuck,” she cried, eyes falling closed.
A frustrated growl exploded from his chest.
He was on the bed in a heartbeat, snatching her wrists, halting her movements. “Enough.”
He couldn’t bear another minute without his hands on her. “I’ve seen enough. I’ll take it from here.”
“Thank God,” she breathed. She tugged but he didn’t release her. Instead, lifting her right hand to suck her fingers clean. Her eyes widened, and her lips formed a surprised “Oh.”
“I want the taste of you on my tongue for the rest of my life,” he said, cleaning her skin thoroughly.
He released her hands and turned to the bent knee on his right, leaving a gentle kiss upon her skin.
A breathy sigh fell from her lips. He left another, and another, trailing up the inside of her thigh.
Using every bit of restraint he possessed to keep from diving straight into her cunt.
Because he needed to give her time to pull away if she didn’t want this.
Because once he started, he wasn’t sure he could stop.
When his face hovered just above her sex, thoughts muddled with the overpowering scent of her arousal, he met her eyes. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth, looking down the length of her body at him. “I…”
“What is it?”
“It’s just… I can’t usually come like… Like that. I like it, I mean. I just... When I don’t come, I don’t want you think it’s you. I just usually…can’t.”
He frowned. “You’ve never come on a man’s tongue before?”
She swallowed then shook her head, her beautiful doe eyes wide.
“I mean…no. I’ve had guys go down on me before.
I get that it’s like, one of those things men feel obligated to do as like, a stepping stone or whatever.
It just takes me a bit longer than you know, five minutes or whatever to finish.
So I’ve never been able to—with oral, I mean. I guess I’m not like other girls.”
“Did someone say that to you?” he demanded. Her face flushed red. “Tell me.”
“I…”
His anger flared. “Was it Blackthorn?”
He hated the thought of that male’s hands on her.
“He said it took me too long, that I wasn’t like other women. And that since I couldn’t, we might as well just get on to sex.”
“I’m going to fucking kill him.” The snarl burst from his chest.
“Axel. Please.”
He stilled. She needed him. And he had every intention of worshiping her.
“Well, that piece of shit got one thing right. You aren’t like other women, sweetheart. And thank fuck for that.” Her lips parted. “I’m not like other men, either. I have every intention of making you come on my face. Repeatedly.”
“You don’t have to—”
“Oh, I do. And I can promise you, the obligatory five minutes won’t be enough for me.
Not even close. So I’m going to stay right here, and I’m going to eat this pretty pussy for the next several hours while I worship you.
You’ll have all the time in the world. And no pressure whatsoever. No rush, you understand?”
She nodded. “I… Yes. But what if I still can’t…?”
“I’ve got these, remember?” He wrapped his hand around her thigh and squeezed hard enough that his fingers sank into her flesh. “I intend to use them. You’ll be coming on my face and my fingers. I can promise you that.”
There was nothing more to say. He positioned his shoulders at the backs of her thighs.
Then he lowered his face, inhaling deeply.
He kept his gaze on hers as he spit on her cunt like he was marking her, watched her shock.
Then he dove in, sweeping the flat of his tongue through her folds in a single, powerful stroke.
A breathy moan erupted from her body. He did it again, and again, lapping at her slick heat.
Letting the taste of her blur his thoughts.
She tasted like his perfect fantasy. Most importantly, she tasted like his. Because she was his. His mate.
“Oh, God.” Her hips bucked against his mouth.
He chuckled, reaching up with one hand and pinning her abdomen flat.
Letting go, he let her have it all. Short flicks of his tongue paired with long, firm strokes. He circled her clit before tracking down to press at her entrance, delving into her wet heat. Dipping in as her tight cunt clenched around him.
He wanted her arousal everywhere. Coating his skin. Wanted to drown in her essence.
His fingers twitched with the need to enter her. To see if she was as tight as he imagined. But he refrained. Call it pride. Or perhaps a perverse need to know that he was better than Blackthorn.
Because he was determined to make her come from his tongue alone. If it took her a while? All the better for him.
Mere minutes in, and her thighs began to tremble, caging his head like she couldn’t bear to let him go. Her fingers tangled in his hair. He gave up the battle with her hips, letting her rock against him. His hands cupped her ass, squeezing and palming her flesh as he feasted on her.
“Oh, God. Axel! I think…fuck! I think…”
“You gonna come for me, sweetheart? Make me the luckiest fucking man in the world?” He rubbed his nose against her clit, licking through her folds.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
He felt the exact moment her body tightened and froze, then spasmed. Felt her cunt pulsing beneath his lips, beneath his tongue as he sucked, prolonging her pleasure while she screamed his name.
Fuck, but it was the best feeling in the world, knowing what he’d just done.
He wasn’t one to gloat. And yet, he had the intense desire to run outside and rip his shirt from his chest like a madman. To shout to the world that he’d just made his woman come on his tongue—with nothing but his tongue. And he’d done it in under five minutes.
As she came down from the high, he slowed his strokes.
Then he pulled his face away reluctantly, to look at her. The flush on her skin was a thing of beauty. The way her chest heaved, peaked nipples pointing toward the ceiling.
“Less than five minutes,” he pointed out. “You’re the physicist. So correct me if my math is wrong. But if I plan to do this for several hours—let’s say three—so that’s what? Twelve orgasms an hour? Thirty six in total? Do you need to check my work, Professor?”
Her laugh was bright and joyous. “You did not just do that.”
“Make you come all over my face?”
“No. I mean. Yes. But, you did not just math me.”
“Might have. How’d I do?”
“Oh, my God.” She ran her hands over her face.
“That good huh? Perfect.” He lowered his head and began eating her cunt again.
“Axel. Come on. I already just came.”
“Point being?” The words were spoken around the strokes of his tongue as she squirmed beneath him. Her hands tangled in his hair to try and stop him.
“I just came,” she repeated.
“I’m well aware. Loved it, by the way. Ready for another.”
“But…”
“But what?”
“But…” She trailed off.
He pulled back and looked at her. “Has no one ever made you come twice before? More than twice?”
Her lips pressed into a line and she shook her head. “That kind of thing happens in romance books. Not real life.”
“This looks a lot like real life to me, sweetheart. Now be quiet and lay back down.”
“But I can’t.”
“Can’t? Or won’t?” He lifted a brow in challenge. When she didn’t respond, he said, “That’s what I thought.” Then set about eating her cunt all over again. And this time, he let his fingers join the fun.