Chapter 19
Victor
It’s been a week since I met with the Witch Hunters, and everything that happened has been weighing heavily on me.
Saul wasn’t happy I killed the Witch Hunters, but he was understanding after I told him about Finn. I didn’t tell Saul what Taryn has to do. I’m not ready to talk about that with anyone yet. I need to. Every day, I get closer to telling her, but something always holds me back.
Maybe it’s because Taryn’s the distraction I need to keep my mind off things. The frenzy is getting closer. We can both feel it. Even when we’re together, it feels like we can’t get enough. Every time my knot tries to form, my instincts flare so much it’s painful when I can’t knot her properly.
The mating bond has definitely made my mate more adventurous.
We’ve played around with orgasm control, orgasm denial, and even a little breath play one night when she wanted my hand tighter around her throat than usual.
That made her come so fucking hard I thought she was getting knotted, frenzy or not.
I finally got Taryn to model some of the underwear I got her.
Unfortunately, we quickly realized it wasn’t going to be much of a fashion show.
Every pair of underwear she put on was so wet when she took them off that they had to go straight to the pile of dirty clothes.
I couldn’t resist touching her every time she wandered into the room wearing something new that made my dick ache.
She’s enjoying a warm bath, and I’m sitting on the couch in my robe, my mind occupied with things I wish I didn’t have to worry about right now.
The book. Druids. Emissaries of Mother Fate.
Somehow, my mate has to complete a bunch of rituals, and once she does, Mother Nature will be reincarnated. No pressure.
I sip the whiskey I’m holding while everything tumbles around in my head.
The mating bond makes it hard to think straight.
Taryn says it makes her mind feel like mush, and I guess that’s an accurate description.
Mine feels more like disorganized chaos and puzzle pieces that should fit together, but I just don’t have the capacity to figure out how.
“You look like you’re lost in thought,” Taryn says from the doorway.
I’m not the type to startle easily, but she catches me deep enough in my thoughts that I almost do.
“Done with your bath already? You usually take longer,” I say, sipping my whiskey before turning to see her wearing a gown that should be fucking illegal.
I didn’t buy this for her at the boutique.
After she started believing she deserves everything, she wanted to do some shopping on her own.
Online, of course. Neither of us wants to leave this suite.
This gown must be one of the things she bought, and I fucking approve.
Just as long as she never wears it outside of this penthouse.
She’s wearing a gown made of dark blue silk, the kind of rich, liquid fabric that catches the light every time she moves.
It brings out the blue in her eyes, but it does so much more.
It clings to her breasts and skims down the curve of her waist and hips like it was designed with her body in mind.
The neckline dips low enough to be dangerous without looking tawdry, and the back is almost completely open, leaving a long expanse of skin exposed from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine.
“Damn, you look fucking incredible in that,” I growl, my eyes moving slowly over every inch of her incredible body.
One slit runs up her thigh, flashing just enough of her long leg for my dick to stand up and take notice.
“I thought you might like it,” she says, walking closer, my cock getting tighter with every step she takes.
She looks elegant, classy, and far too fucking beautiful to be standing anywhere except in front of me. Especially after a bath. I never realized a bath could make a woman glow, but that’s exactly what they do to my mate. Being cared for brings out the best in Taryn, whether she realizes it or not.
“I like it so much we’re going straight to the bedroom so I can take it off you,” I rumble, leaning forward.
“No, not yet,” she stops me with a hand on my shoulder. “I want to be… adventurous.”
“Is that so?” I chuckle, unable to resist running a hand down her hip. “What did you have in mind?”
“Just relax,” she purrs, pushing my hand away from her thigh. “I want to be a good girl for my mate.”
“You’ve rarely been a bad girl since you stopped playing with magic,” I tease, my cock throbbing beneath the robe. “But if you want to be a very good girl, I sure as fuck won’t stop you.”
She gestures for me to lean back, so I do. I don’t know what she’s planning until she lowers herself to her knees between my legs and licks her lips. My dick jumps, pushing through the bathrobe enough for her to see the throbbing, swollen head.
Part of me wants to do the opposite of relaxing. I want to drag this beautiful girl to the bedroom and fuck her until she screams. But if my mate wants to be bold, I’ll let her. I’ve kissed and tasted her soft, pillowy lips enough to wonder what they would feel like on my cock.
I watch as her mouth gets closer, my dick throbbing enough for a bead of pre-cum to trickle down over the crown.
She licks her lips again, then runs her tongue languidly through the trail, tasting me for the first time.
Her grin tells me she likes it. The way she opens her mouth and pulls the head between her lips tells me she wants more.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” I groan, long and low, my eyes closing and my hips moving as she begins to suckle the swollen head.
I could be rough and aggressive. I could grab her hair, shove my dick down her throat, and fuck her hot little mouth until she’s swallowing my seed.
But I control myself. My mate is being adventurous but she is inexperienced, so I should let her move at her own pace.
It’s not easy to keep my wolf under control, especially with the mating bond riding me so hard I can’t think straight.
Taryn sucks gently, then opens her mouth wider and lets a few inches grace her saliva-coated tongue.
I grab the arm of the sofa with one hand, the other hand tangling in her auburn hair.
I won’t force it. Not yet. I just want to feel her movements and guide them if I need to.
It usually takes me a long time to come like this, but if my mate wants a bellyful of cum, I’m more than happy to oblige.
“Mmmmmm,” I hum, my hand still tangled in her hair. She takes more of my length into her mouth and I groan with satisfaction. “That’s a good girl. You’re doing it perfectly.”
I heap on the praise once her lips begin moving faster, practically devouring half of my length every time she glides down my thick shaft.
Her tongue caresses the sensitive underside beautifully while her warm, wet mouth sucks on the hard flesh.
The pleasure builds, making my balls tight, but I’m enjoying it too much to spill my seed so soon.
“If you want to be a really good girl, you need to swallow my entire cock,” I groan, pushing it into her throat and tightening my grip on her hair. I listen to her struggle, loving the way she sounds. “Go on, I know you can do it.”
Her pretty noises make me want to fist her hair to the scalp and choke her with my cock until she’s gagging on my release. This kind of decadent pleasure makes the mating bond sizzle beneath my skin, bringing out every bit of dominance and aggression that lives there.
But my restraint makes it better. I don’t force it. I let her get used to the way I feel in her mouth and throat. When she finally gets more comfortable and opens her throat so I can sink the rest of my length past her lips, I let out another obscene groan.
“Fuck me, you’re incredible,” I praise, my dick throbbing in her throat. “I wasn’t sure you’d be able to do it on your own, but you did. You like being so fucking eager for me, don’t you?”
She moans something that sounds like satisfaction, the vibration making my cock jump, then starts bobbing up and down on my length.
She does that long enough to taste more of my pre-cum before she begins moving along my entire shaft.
Her lips go from the sensitive spot below the head all the way down to my balls with every fluid motion, swallowing like the sweet submissive mate she clearly wants to be.
Her scent changes and I nearly lose it. She doesn’t just want to do this; she’s fucking enjoying it. That makes my dick throb hard in her mouth.
I didn’t think she was capable of being a good girl when I met her, despite her ironic last name, but my opinion has definitely changed.
She is my good girl. My perfect mate, whether she’s taking my cock while she screams my name, or caressing it with her hot, wet tongue.
Every time I feel it, I can’t help but gasp, my dick pulsing with pleasure.
“You keep that up and you’re going to get everything you’re begging for,” I growl, moving my hips to push my cock just a little deeper each time she swallows it.
She groans around my girth, meeting my gaze, the gorgeous gown bringing out the blue in her eyes. They’re so focused. So fucking hungry. Yet she’s still radiant and beautiful with her lips stretched wide, mouth filled with my thick, hard cock.
The pressure grows intense in my balls. I’m desperate for my release, but I need a little more.
I fight against my need to force it and let her explore every inch of my cock with her velvet tongue.
If she’s this willing, I’m definitely going to fuck her mouth, but not today.
Today, I’m just going to enjoy this until she makes me explode.
“That’s it, you’re being such a good girl,” I rasp. “Fuck, you’re being such a very good girl.”