26. The Last Stand
The Last Stand
Malcolm
S eeing the look of worry on Eliza’s face, Malcolm grabbed her hand. “Come.”
She looked at him in confusion before she laughed as he dragged her away. “Where are you taking me this time?”
He offered her a secretive smile, “It’s another secret.”
Malcolm had roamed these lands his entire childhood, seeking out every nook and cranny of the forest and rocks, eager for adventure and to find the creatures his parents read to him about in his books of trolls and fairies. Unfortunately, he’d soon realized that none of those creatures would dare trespass on werewolf land, but as a child, he’d dreamed.
They walked back down the hill towards the line of the thick woods. He wasn’t sure he’d find his old spot, and as he searched, he soon found himself just enjoying the ability to walk in the peace of the forest with his mate by his side, as the grass crunched beneath their feet and her scent filled his nose.
He couldn’t escape what being with her did to him. The minute he’d seen her walking with the other woman, her leggings clinging to her bottom and legs, he’d been eager to remove them.
“Is this where you were bringing me?” she asked suddenly.
Bringing his attention to the present, he grinned. He released her hand, pointing at the creek. “I figured you’d enjoy a swim,” he said.
She looked from the calm river to him before she shot him with a suspicious look. “You think you're slick.”
He offered her an innocent look. “I have no idea what you think I’m thinking, but I assure you I only wanted to show you this beautiful river and spend some alone time with my beautiful mate.” With a mock, pitiful look, he placed a hand on his chest. “I’m wounded you would accuse me of having perverted expectations.”
She scoffed, grabbing the bottom of her t-shirt, pulling it off, and setting it on the boulder next to the creek. It was followed by her bra, leggings, and panties, and before he could take advantage, she ran past him with a scream and jumped in.
Somewhat shocked, he watched her break the surface. Her eyes sparkled. “What?” she quirked a brow. “Are you not coming in?”
She didn’t have to say it twice; he pulled off his shirt and pants. Within a few minutes, he was swimming toward her. She released a shriek when he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her.
“Malcolm!”
“I love you,” he declared, spinning her before bringing her down to kiss her. A taste he’d never get tired of, he pulled back, offering a wicked smile. “So, you were a wild child as well?”
She laughed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “My family’s home was in the country, so I explored the land often; I was an only child. There wasn’t much else to do.” She gave the river surface and the shore a glancing look. “This kind of stuff I missed when I moved to the city.”
He leaned back, letting her rest in his lap. The water was cool, but he didn’t feel it too much—and apparently, neither did Eliza. “What made you move to Veil City?”
She pursed her lips; he loved that she didn’t wear her disguise with him.
“Lanias found me.”
Malcolm tensed slightly at the name of that familiar witch. “She hunted me down. She’d been trying to gather all the dub witches and offer them a place where they didn’t have to live in fear. I had just broken up with my dick of an ex and needed something different.” She smiled, shrugging. “So, I took her offer and moved.”
“While I would hate to thank Madame Lanias for anything,” he groused. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across her forehead. “I have to thank her for bringing you closer to me.”
She didn’t let him retreat by taking his lips with hers; he almost groaned when she reached down, “Now, where do you think you’re going?”
He growled against her lips as she spread herself before sinking into him.
“Mmm,” she hummed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “Move me,” she whispered.
He wouldn’t love to do anything more; as he grabbed her hips, he slowly entered her. Kissing and licking her skin as he started a slow ride. The water sloshed as he moved, fucking her here, beneath the open sky, would become an addiction he wouldn’t be able to shake. She rolled her hips against his, clearly reaching for that knife edge of pleasure.
Her nails bit into his back as she leaned back and threw her head back, exposing her throat to him. He tightened his hold on her hips and felt the burn in his teeth. He wanted to decorate her body in his claiming bites.
She leaned her head forward and winced as his teeth pierced his throat, and she clenched around him. Letting go of his shoulder, she panted in his ear as she whispered. “Faster.”
He growled, ignoring her command; he would do it slow and keep her on the knife's edge.
“Malcolm, please. I need more,” she moaned.
Capturing her nipple in his mouth, he sucked, distracting her from her needy demands. She lifted her hands to his hair, brushing her fingers along his neck.
“Show me,” he said, drawing back and looking into her eyes. “Show me your face, my light.”
Her eyes were dilated, and her mouth was parted as she breathed harshly. A wrinkle appeared in her brow as she bit her plump bottom lip, only for her fight against letting out pleasured noises to fail, and her mouth opened in a gasp of need when he deepened his thrust.
“Show me what you don’t anyone else,” he roughly commanded—making his thrust long and deliberate.
“Ah, I—” Her body stiffened as her eyes sharply met his. Her mouth widened, and he felt his tendons pop in his neck as he watched the beauty in his arms orgasm. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead into her chest.
“Beautiful.” He panted, before he increased his own pace, gritting his teeth. “Mine.”
He held her close as he came, filling her over and over with long ropes of cum, till he was sure he’d marked her as deep as her womb, his knot pressed against her entrance, but he stopped before pushing it inside as they didn’t have time to wait for it to deflate from inside her. Later, he would claim her deeply again, ensuring he’d marked her heart, soul, and body; there would be no escape for her or him.
And he didn’t want to go anywhere.