Chapter 50 #2
I press my forehead to her shoulder, still not quite believing she could be okay with it.
.. even though I feel no deception through the bond.
“I need to stay inside you,” I confess quietly.
“I know you may want space. I know there’s going to be a mess.
But I can‘t make myself do it. I need this connection. Need to feel you around me.
“Then stay,” she says simply. “I’m not asking you to leave.”
My chest tightens with emotion. “A beast like me... doesn’t deserve someone like you.”
She moves slightly, getting more comfortable, and the movement makes me twitch inside her. I groan.
“Sorry,” she murmurs. “Didn’t mean to—”
“No, it’s perfect,” I grip her hip gently. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
She reaches back to run her fingers through my hair.
“Can you show me the forest thing you were talking about?”
I take her hand, thankful for the distraction, and guide it to the snow.
The moment her fingers touch it, I gasp—the sensation of her fingers wrapping around me, making my softening cock pulse back to half-hardness inside her.
“Oh,” she breathes. “I can feel that!” she exclaims.
“Yes,” my voice strains. “That’s what you did to me while you were sleeping. Every time you moved your hand, I felt it. I tried to resist, I swear I did, but—”
“Andrik.” She squeezes my hand. “Stop apologizing. I love that you couldn’t resist me.”
“You do?”
“Yes.” She drags her fingers through the snow, and I moan as arousal shoots through me. “I like knowing I have that much power over you. Even when I’m asleep.”
“You have all the power, Sael?n,” I confess against her neck. “All of it. I’m completely at your mercy.”
She hums contentedly, relaxing back into my arms. I trail kisses down the back of her neck, still not quite able to believe I get to have this.
“I love you,” I whisper. “So much it scares me.”
“I love you too,” she threads her fingers through mine.
Her breath starts to even out again.
“You smell different,” she murmurs sleepily. I chuckle. “So do you. Your scent changed last night after the bond was sealed. Our scents are matching now. Claiming each other.”
“I like it,” she’s smiling. I can hear it in her voice. “Kinda makes me want you again.”
I groan. “The heat, or the scent?”
“Both.”
***
Day 3
Andrik is still asleep, one arm draped over my waist, his breathing deep and even. His strong, steady heartbeat thumps beneath my chest.
I shift slightly, and his scent washes over me.
God.
It’s different than before, stronger, like cinnamon on crack, but with this delicious floral scent underneath. I breathe him in as deep as my lungs will hold, and an idea pops into my head.
He told me yesterday that he felt me touching the forest. That the bond connected us to the land. I wonder if I can control it like he does?
I sit up carefully, not wanting to wake him up yet. I press my palm to the snow beside us and reach with my mind—with the bond, searching for that small thrum of magic.
Come to me.
Nothing happens. I try again and again, but still... nothing. Of course it doesn’t, dumbass. This isn’t The Sorcerer’s Stone.
Snowdrop vines rise from the earth.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
I stare at the vines hovering in the air, my heart pounds as I watch them sway back and forth. They actually responded to me. I test different commands. Lower. Sway left.
They obey instantly, moving like they’re extensions of my own body. A grin spreads across my face. This is incredible. This is—
I glance at Andrik, still sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of what I’m discovering.
Oh, the possibilities.
I practice a few more times, getting a feel for it. The vines respond to my thoughts, my intentions.
Time for payback.
“Vael’ka,” I whisper, hoping I’m saying it right. (Bind as mine.)
The vines move, winding around his wrists gently, carefully pulling his arms above his head. More wrap around his ankles, spreading his legs apart.
He shifts in his sleep, but doesn’t stir. I take my time, staring at him for a moment. He’s so beautiful—powerful body bound and laid out for me.
I trail my fingers down the black mating stripe down his chest. His body is so cool, except this one little section. I go lower, tracing the defined lines of his abdomen, watching his cock jump to attention.
“Let’s see how well you handle it,” I murmur.
I crawl over his body until I’m straddling his lap. I roll my hips, grinding his erection through my slickness.
“Lumi—” His voice is rough, thick with sleep. I do it again, and his eyes flutter open. For a moment, he just stares at me dazed and disoriented.
He tries to reach for me, but the vines take hold.
His eyes go wide.
“Lumi, what—”
“Good morning, my sexy little snow monster,” I murmur, rolling my hips again. “Did you sleep well?”
He tests the restraints, and I see the exact moment he realizes what’s happening.
“You,” his voice hitches. “You called the forest?”
“I did.” I lean down, brushing my lips against his. “Turns out that part of the bond works both ways too.”
He could break free. I know he could. But he doesn’t.
“Sael?n,” he rasps.” What are you doing?”
“Giving you what you gave me,” I wink, reaching between us and positioning him at my entrance. “Seems only fair.”
I sink down onto him slowly, and his hips buck off the ground.
“Thrahk! Lumi—”
“Listen up, Bambi.” I place my hands on his chest, holding him down. “You’re going to take what I give you this time.”
He growls softly.
“Please.” He pulls against the vines. “I need to touch you, Sael?n.”
“No.” I rise up slowly, until his tip is barely inside me, then sink all the way back down. “Not yet.”
He’s completely at my mercy. This powerful, massive beast—bound by vines and his own refusal to break them.
“Lumina’ka, please—”
“Please, what?” I roll my hips, taking him deeper.
“Let me touch you. Let me—thrahk—”
“Not until I say, ” I moan.
I ride him torturously slow, watching every expression that crosses his face. His jaw is clenched tight, muscles bulging beneath his skin. His claws rake through the moss beside him as he struggles not to break free.
“You’re doing so well,” I praise, rolling my hips. “Look how good you’re being for me.”
“Please,” he pants. “Lumi, I’m trying—I’m trying so hard—”
“I know you are.” I rise up until just his tip is inside me. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
He makes a desperate sound, hips bucking up, trying to get deeper.
“Ah ah.” I scold, lifting off completely. “Be patient, rh?en’ka.”
“I can’t, Lumi. You don’t understand,” his voice crackles. “I can’t be patient when you’re right there. Your scent—thrahk. It’s choking me.”
“Yes you can.” I sink back down slowly, and his eyes roll back. “Because you’re going to do what I say, isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” he chokes out.
“You’re so beautiful like this, Andrik,” I murmur. “My sweet mate.” His glowing eyes are locked on mine.
“I’m yours—” He chokes on the words. “Always have been yours. Just please—”
I lean down, my lips brushing his ear. “Beg to touch me Andrik”
He snarls.
“Please, Lumi. Please let me touch you. I need—I need.”
His scent surrounds me—desperation and pure need—and it makes me wild.
I move faster now. “Hmm, maybe,” I tease. “But only if you can be a good boy. Can you be my good boy?”
He nods enthusiastically. “I’ll be your good boy. I’ll be so fucking good for you, Lumi” He tries to lean up enough to reach my mouth.
“Are you going to fill me up while you’re bound and helpless?” I croon.
He groans as his hips rut into me.
“I’m going to fill you up every day for the rest of our lives. Please, Lumi. Let me touch you.”
“Come for me first.”
I push most of my weight onto his chest as I shift from my knees to my feet and start bouncing on his cock.
His head falls backward, his beautiful white hair cascading onto the lush green earth. “I’m sorry—I’m sorry,” he moans. “Whatever I did... just please—let me touch you.”
“Where do you want to touch me, Andrik?” I cup my breasts, pinching my nipples before tugging on them gently. “Here, Andrik?”
“Don’t you want my hands on you? I know how to make you feel good, baby—let me.”
“I want your come first, Andrik—fill. Me. Up.”
“I’m your beast... your mate... your possession—please let me feel you.” He ruts into me as much as he can without snapping the restraints.
“I was good to you yesterday. I let you sleep—I was so gentle. Please—doesn’t that mean I get to touch you now? Please, Lumi.”
I reach a hand behind me and gently squeeze his knot.
“Do you not want to breed your little human, Andrik?” I hum. “Do I need to find another monster who will?”
He shatters beneath me with a roar. His whole body goes rigid, every muscle locking as he spills rope after rope of his cool release inside me.
“You’re such a good fucking boy,” I gasp, still moving on top of him, chasing my own release. “Don’t stop, Andri—pump me full. I’m so close.”
The sensation of him filling me, combined with the power of having him submit to me, sends me over the edge.
My orgasm hits like lightning, pleasure exploding from where we’re joined. I clench around him rhythmically, milking every last pulse from his cock as I cry out.
The vines snap with a simple flick of his wrists. I barely register it through the blur of my climax, but suddenly his hands are on me, grinding my hips down into him, drawing out my orgasm until I feel a second one building.
He flips us so fast I don’t even have time to gasp. My back hits the soft moss, and he’s over me, between my thighs, eyes blazing with that mix of possessiveness and need that makes my stomach flip.
“Do you have any idea what you just did to me?” His voice is rough. “Binding me? Teasing me? Making me beg?
“I didn’t make you beg—you chose to,” I boop his nose.
“I’m going to return the favor, little beast.” He grips my thighs, spreading them wider. “And I won’t be nearly as gentle as I was yesterday.”
He drives into me hard, and I cry out, still oversensitive from my orgasm.
“This is mine,” he growls against my neck, fangs trailing over my skin. “You’re mine. And I’m going to spend the rest of the day reminding you exactly who you belong to.”
“Oh, and Lumi?” He hums. “Don’t ever mention another male while I’m inside you—ever again.”