Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Christmas Eve. I’m supposed to have the orb back in the Order’s archives by midnight. My use of magic in the coven annulled the deal I made with Gremple, but Dom doesn’t know that. He’ll be expecting me to be on my way soon.
Tonight is the end of our adventure. There’s only one way I want to say goodbye.
I turn to Dom, who’s still orienting himself from the transportation spell, and launch myself into his arms and shamelessly kiss him.
His arms automatically wrap around me, and I use the leverage to hoist myself up and wrap my legs around him.
He makes an approving, deep-throated rumble as I deepen the kiss and drive my tongue inside his mouth.
I’m desperate for him. Desperate for his kisses and his touch so I can memorize them and have them to keep close. My hand travels down toward the zipper of his pants. He stops me. “Hold off,” he pants out, eyes wild and breath ragged. “I wanted to talk first.”
“No talking.” I refuse, latching onto his mouth once again in a kiss that he soon takes over.
Reveling in the way his tongue plunges in and out of me in deep, possessive strokes, I begin rocking against him in the same rhythm and feel the steel hardness of his cock.
“Take me to your bed,” I demand. “I want you to fuck me.”
He pulls back. His sapphire eyes are electric. “I’m going to make you mine,” he rasps out as he takes the stairs up to his nest two at a time.
I ruthlessly ignore the staccato beating of my heart at his words. He’s a charmer who speaks in pretty words, I tell myself. They don’t mean anything.
Once we reach his nest, he throws me down on his bed and comes down on top of me, immediately finding my mouth again. Slow and achingly sweet, each brush of lips, each stroke of his tongue making me feel treasured. Making me feel lov—
I break the kiss. “Fuck me now,” I demand.
He hesitates. ”I need you,” I plead, and he gives in, pulling my shirt off me, disposing of my jeans and shoes, and then shedding his clothes. He joins me back on the bed, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he moves closer.
I’m suddenly nervous. Unsure what to do next.
As usual, he reads my emotions. “I’ve got you,” he promises, dropping a kiss on my lips as he lays me back on the bed.
“Just relax,” he whispers, tracing his hand up and down my legs and over my chest and stomach in a soft, unhurried way.
My tense muscles slowly release, and I hear myself let out a long pent-up sigh as my eyes flutter closed in utter contentment.
His hands continue to brush over my legs as he arranges them to his liking and slips a pillow under my hips.
Then I feel him trace up the inside of my thigh and then to my hole.
My eyes fly open just in time to watch his lubed finger circle the sensitive skin, and I immediately let out a needy moan.
“You like that?” he triumphantly caws, though the cocky gleam in his eyes betrays that it’s not really a question.
His cockiness is well-earned, so I let out another answering moan. He takes that as permission and dips his finger inside my hole, and immediately, my tight muscles swallow his finger, and I feel an instant burn.
“You okay?” he checks in with me.
I take a deep breath and nod, trying to decide if the strange pressure inside of me is pleasure or pain. Maybe a little of both.
He takes his hand that is not currently impaling me and begins stroking my cock while thrusting his finger in and out of me. “Is that better?”
It is. It really is. My cock is leaking precum from his slow, easy strokes, and I’m beginning to crave the movements of his finger inside of me. ”More,” I demand.
He instantly complies by adding a second finger.
Once again, I feel the burn, but this time I know it’s a promise of pleasure to come.
Slowly, I start to bear down on his fingers to meet his thrusts.
“That’s it, luv,” Dom purrs at me, and when I move my hips again, he curls his fingers and brushes a spot that sends waves of pure bliss through me.
He does it again, and I almost come apart.
“Is that magic?” I gasp out when I can finally form words again.
“Feels like it, doesn’t it?” he chuckles, and, again, brushes the spot to send me spiraling.
By the time he’s added a third finger, I’m desperate for Dom to be inside of me. I’m chanting his name and begging him to fuck me.
“Not until you say you're mine,” he demands.
His request stuns me, but then I remember he’s been practically raised by a wolf pack, and his close friends are all alphas.
Temporary possessiveness during coupling is a well-known wolf shifter trait.
He must have adopted the cultural norm from his pack.
His possessiveness will cool as rapidly as his sheets do once I’m gone from his bed.
But if he needs me to say the words, I’ll give this to him. “I’m yours,” I tell him, the words coming easily, knowing that on my side they’re true.
His lips claim mine in a kiss that demands I back up my promise to him. In it, he asks everything of me, and helpless to deny him, I give it. Once he greedily takes all of me, he rears back, and with a sleek smile of satisfaction, he drives his cock into me.
All my life, I’ve been lonely, but in this glorious moment of intense pleasure, as Dom fills me, I feel a connection like I’ve never known before.
He leans down to kiss me as he begins to move inside me, our breaths mingling as if we are breathing for each other.
My hands greedily reach for him. Closer. I need him closer.
“Mine,” he murmurs against me, and for this one brief, beautiful moment, I let myself believe it's true.
Our bodies frantically move together, and I know we are both close to coming. Dom needs to take my power now. “Take my magic,” I urge him. “Take it now.”
“No,” he grates out. “I don’t—”
“Take it,” I insist, drawing the magic essence of his shifter form toward the well of my magic.
“It’s yours. I want you to have it.” Pure instinct takes over, and he begins to draw my magic into him.
I exult in giving this part of myself that I’d locked up tight for so long freely to him.
The bliss I’m experiencing is no longer just confined to my body but his too, and it feels soul-deep.
We urge each other higher and higher until our world explodes in bursts of delight.
I don’t know how long I lay tangled in Dom’s sheets while he sleeps; my conscious mind floats, not yet ready to settle to earth. I hear the town square’s clock sound eleven times, and it drops with a thud. My time is up. It’s almost Christmas. Dom will expect me to be gone by the time he wakes up.
I get up from his bed, get dressed, and gather my few belongings.
I spy the orb by the bedside stand and remember Morann’s directive to find the right place for it.
I immediately reject giving it to the Order.
It doesn’t seem right to let it gather dust in the archive room and only be used to bolster Gremple’s lackluster scholarly career.
I think about asking the nice bond witch who cast the locator spell for me to watch over it until I can figure out where it belongs, but that doesn’t seem right either.
Then, like a light turning on, inspiration hits me, and I know exactly where I should leave the orb.
I give Dom one last soul-breaking kiss goodbye, gather the orb, and use my reclaimed power to transport myself to the deserted town square.
The Christmas tree stands full of decorations signifying the Durrand pack’s great loss and their hopes for the future.
I feel the orb give off a slight vibration, and I know this is truly where it belongs.
Levitating the orb to the evergreen’s top branches, I fasten it securely to them with a small spell.
Then, wanting to delight the pack’s children when they visit the tree in the morning, I light the orb with a stream of multicolored lights and make it spin.
I wish I could be here to watch them enjoy it.
I stand, watching the orb spin and cast the square in an array of colors until the clock sounds twelve times. “Merry Christmas,” I call out and then transport away.