Chapter 19 #2
His glowing eyes close, his head tips back.
A heavy breath shudders through him as I start to stroke, staring up at him.
Right now, it feels like a wild and primal god has trapped me in the meadow.
Moonlight lights his fur, gleaming off his claws and teeth.
His corded muscles shiver as I run my hand up and down his shaft.
“Lie back,” I rasp, giving his chest a shove.
“Since when do you make the demands?” he chuckles.
I give him another push, smiling as he resists for a couple seconds. Sylvan captures my hand and kisses my fingers before lying back in the grass. I kneel between his legs and lean forward, sliding his cock between my breasts.
“Fuck,” he mumbles.
He lifts his head as I start to stroke him between my breasts. Another curse rolls out and he lies back again, more pre-cum dripping over my skin. His eyes drop to half-moons as he watches me, and I hold his gaze as I lick the head of his cock, tasting him.
“Morgan,” he huffs.
I like the way he says my name. My eyes flutter as I fit my mouth around his cock, taking as much as I can. It’s not much, but it’s still enough to suck him while sliding his cock between my breasts.
I love feeling the weight of him against my chest. A growl rumbles as he moves his hips. He thrust against me, and I revel in the power of driving him wild. His claws dig into the dirt as he fights for control, his groans making me wet again.
Right when he’s about to come, he stops me.
“Ride my cock,” he growls. “I want you on top of me. Now.”
His command sends a silent thrill through me, and I smile as I release his cock and stand up. I stare at him for a moment, trying to work out exactly how I’m going to do this.
“It fits,” he says, like taking all of him is easy. “Come here, witch.”
The corner of my mouth tugs. “What if I make you chase me again?”
“Morgan.”
Maybe I’m a brat, because hearing the slight pain in his voice makes me gleeful. I know how much he wants me. It’s evident in how hard his cock is and the way he keeps breathing my scent in like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.
“Morgan, I swear to the Goddess.”
“Swear to her then,” I urge. “Blessings, wolf.”
He scoffs at my mockery.
I’m out of breath, but I still take off running for the trees.
His curses follow me and I know I’m not going to make it very far. But I like riling him up. It gives me a little rush. The wind whips around me as I make it back to the forest. My lungs burn with every breath, my muscles protesting.
He’s right behind me. I can hear him. Feel him. His power radiates around me, his growl so loud I nearly stop running.
But I make myself keep going. I’ll probably feel it tomorrow morning when I wake up, but I run like my life depends on it.
A snarl in my left ear tells me the chase is up. I scream as his arm scoops around me and he lifts me, pinning me to the nearest tree. I gasp as his claws slash the bark above my head, his knee pressing between my thighs.
“You test me, witch,” he snarls.
His cock is hot and throbbing. I expect him to bend me over and fuck me, but instead he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head.
“Rub your pussy against me,” he says.
I whimper as I rock my hips, rubbing myself against him with a desperation that shocks me to my core.
“Whenever you touch yourself this month, I want you to think about this moment,” he growls. “Where you’re begging me to knot you again.”
“I’m not begging yet. Do you know when I touch myself?” I rasp. I’m curious, even though I can guess the answer.
“Yes.” He leans down, wedging his knee further against me.
I whimper as pleasure radiates through my muscles.
“Every fucking time. I can hear your heartbeat. I can smell your arousal. I can imagine exactly how perfect you’d feel coming on my cock, and meanwhile I’m trapped in the room next to you, denying myself. Fighting this bond you’ve bound me to.”
“I didn’t bind you,” I argue. “None of this is my fault. It’s as much your problem as it is mine.”
“Believe me, I’m aware.”
Another wave of pleasure rolls through me as I grind myself against him. His muscles are harder than stone, but his fur is soft against my skin. I scowl as he keeps my wrists in place, offering a sharp grin.
“What is it, little witch? Are you angry this feels good?”
“Fuck you,” I mumble.
“Are you mad about how much you crave my cock?”
“Furious about it, actually.”
His smile broadens as my eyes flutter. He’s right, I’m going to end up begging him.
Sylvan keeps me pinned down like a butterfly with my legs spread. I blush and whimper as I grind against him, chasing the trails of pleasure that’s like lightning in my veins.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. “When will we get tired of not having this every day?”
I scowl at him, but don’t answer as I move my hips faster, desperate for the orgasm feathering my core. I’m so close just like this, making a mess all over him.
He’s right, in a way. I’m not sure how much longer we can realistically do this, and we have a few months left.
What happens after? I haven’t thought about it. I’ve been so stuck on the now, I haven’t taken the time to consider what it will be like to live without him again.
“Sylvan,” I whisper.
He’s tapped into that reservoir of patience that drives me insane. He watches me, an unyielding wall keeping me against the tree. My head tips back and I whimper.
I’m so close, but I want more.
“Knot me,” I demand.
“Beg me.”
“Knot me, Sylvan.”
“Beg me, Morgan.”
This fucking alphahole. I glower at him, but I’m already falling deeper and deeper into the headspace. The one that makes me feel like I’m floating, and submission just feels right. It feels safe.
“Please,” I finally say. “Please knot me. I need to come again. I need you to come inside me.”
He traces a claw carefully over the curve of my jaw. There’s so much tenderness in his gaze. I hate it when he looks at me like this. It makes me want more than what we can offer to each other.
Sylvan turns me around and shoves me hard against the tree. My head falls back against his chest as I look up, moaning as the head of his cock slides against my pussy. He lifts my thigh, holding me at the right angle for him to thrust forward.
Our voices blend together as we both cry out. The sparks of connection flare in my chest, and I can feel our bond reaching for each other. We’re in danger. All of those sparks could catch into a wildfire, and touching each other is the same as tossing gasoline on the flames.
But I can’t stop. I want him so much, and as I take his cock, it’s all I can think. This feels right. The way he fucks me, holding me against the tree as our bodies slap together—it’s perfect. It’s everything I’ve dreamed of this month, completely giving into the desire between us.
He holds me tighter, his teeth grazing the curve of my neck. My eyes roll back on a moan when he does it again, my nipples straining against the bark.
The moment his knot pushes inside me, pleasure explodes like fireworks. My pussy spasms around his cock, my muscles tensing as I come for him. A low growl builds in his chest as he starts to come too. Heat jerks inside me as he fills me, his thrusts slowing.
The two of us melt against each other and the tree. Sylvan sighs and nuzzles the side of my neck. “One day soon, you’ll ride my cock.”
“Next time,” I whisper.
“Next time.”