Chapter 49
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
Travis
“Idoubt this is necessary, Travis,” Daphne said, checking my restraints. “I trust you completely.”
“I’m done having this conversation.” We’d discussed this countless times before, and I was over it.
She frowned at me in her blue skincare mask, hair piled high on her head except for one long curl that had escaped its confines. I wanted to reach up and tuck it behind her ear, but I couldn’t exactly move right now.
“Easy, fella,” she said, sensing my dark mood.
I gave a low growl.
The full moon was less than thirty minutes away, so I wasn’t taking any chances. But I wasn’t happy about it either. Lying on the Alpha bed like this, my wrists bound by thick leather cuffs and chained to the rings on the bedposts, I could feel the moon’s pull heating my blood.
The need to impregnate my female through whatever means necessary was getting stronger with every passing minute. And my patience was already tightrope thin. Soon it would be unbearable.
Several weeks ago, Viktor had fashioned the restraints in his workshop and came out to the house, blow torch in hand, to install them correctly.
When I asked him if he thought they’d hold, he’d rolled his eyes and said they were used by bears during mating season, so restraining a wolf was a no-brainer.
It was widely known that bear shifters liked it rough, so this information was somewhat encouraging.
Daphne was humming as she headed back to the bathroom and then the water turned on.
I couldn’t decide if I liked that she didn’t seem worried or pissed off that she wasn’t.
Although I couldn’t see her from this angle, I knew she was finishing up her elaborate skincare routine.
She’d even started me on a simple one. On more than one occasion, we’d sat in the adjoining sitting room, face masks on, reading our books.
But I had no tolerance for that bullshit tonight.
This was the sixth full moon I’d experienced since meeting my mate, but the first one we were going to spend together.
This human woman was my heart and soul, and I’d just as soon gnaw off a limb than cause her any pain when my knot flared inside her.
She was also a brilliant alchemist and believed that her special concoction had more than a snowball’s chance in hell of working.
I hoped to the moon she was right.
I tracked her like prey as she came back into the bedroom, dark hair cascading past her shoulders.
She’d loosened it for me, knowing how much I loved it splayed on my pillow when she was beneath me and how it gave me something to grab when I took her from behind.
Neither of which I’d be doing tonight. Was she purposely trying to set me off?
Wearing a long, sheer robe, she lowered the pulley holding up the wrought-iron chandelier and began lighting six of the thirteen wax candles.
Each one represented how many full moons would occur during our first year together.
She’d had Viktor’s friend Angus craft it for her at the shop.
I swelled with pride that my human mate respected and adopted some customs of my kind.
That wasn’t the only thing swelling, I thought wryly, noting the thin sheet tenting over my lower torso.
Daphne tugged on the chain to raise the chandelier back up, and it cast a warm glow around the room. Her robe gaped open, and I saw those gorgeous tits and the luscious curve of one hip. Fuuuck. This was torture.
Daphne approached the bed, her gaze landing on my sheet. “Are you ready to get started?”
“I’ve been ready,” I rasped.
She laughed softly, then shrugged out of her robe, letting it slip to the ground, revealing every inch of her naked body to me.
My mate was astonishingly beautiful, perfect in every way.
It fucking choked me up every time. I blinked to make sure this wasn’t some fever dream.
I did the same thing the first night of the contest, when she’d rounded the corner in the Moonlight Lounge.
I’d stared in awe then as well, wondering if this creature was a figment of my imagination or if she were actually real.
I pulled at my restraints, wanting desperately to touch her. “Heaven’s Moon, little prey. What are you doing to me?”
She gave another little laugh but this one had an edge to it. “Who’s the prey tonight?”
I narrowed my eyes. What was she up to?
She moved to the foot of the bed and slowly tugged off my sheet.
My cock lay thick and heavy on my abdomen, a drop of pre-cum already glistening on the tip.
The soft feminine sound she made got me even harder as she dropped the middle section of the footboard.
Because I was so mesmerized watching her breasts move in the candlelight, she’d set each of my heels into the wooden divots before I realized what she was doing.
Hold on! She was using the Alpha’s bed on me? But I’m the Alpha.
I started to protest, but she shushed me. “I thought we’d start first by giving you a chance to let off a little steam.” She looked at the pillows behind my head. “Are you comfortable, my love?”
Tied to a bed with heavy iron shackles making it hard to move? But how could I argue with this woman? “Yes,” I grumbled.
“Good.”
She produced a purple glass jar and scooped out a small amount of the salve onto her palm.
The missing part of the footboard made it easy for her to settle between my legs. As she rubbed her hands together, the smell was similar to eucalyptus with a touch of something musky.
She gripped the base of my cock and cupped my balls. I hissed in a ragged breath. The salve was warm and silky as she coated my shaft, moving her hand up and down the length of me.
I fisted the sheet beneath me as my inner wolf strained. I was going to come like a geyser if she didn’t stop. Or a teenager getting his first hand job behind the school bleachers. Not exactly the pinnacle of alpha-ness.
The tip of her tongue darted out. My beautiful little alchemist was deep in concentration. And I was her test subject.
She shifted position and loosened her hold. I relaxed, the pressure subsiding just a little. Then the purple jar came out again and I saw a flash of metal.
She gripped me again, dipped her head and took me into her mouth. I groaned and thrust involuntarily into her. She opened wider and took me even deeper.
Heaven’s Moon, I was going to come. She should move off of me. Now.
“Daphne!” I grunted. I didn’t want her to choke.
Then something slid lower. Something metallic. On the tip of her finger.
I sucked in a breath. Was that—? Was she—?
We agreed beforehand that nothing was off the table tonight, but she hadn’t specifically mentioned that.
As if sensing my hesitation, she lifted her head, and my dick dropped from her mouth with a plop.
No, no, no! Don’t stop!
“Are you okay with this, my love?” she asked, her eyes sparkling in the candlelight. “Would you like me to stop?”
I’d done anal play a few times, sure, but it wasn’t something I was into. With Daphne, though, I was game for anything. “Keep. Going.”
She smiled. “Good boy.” Then she took me back into her mouth.
The pressure in my balls increased, and I was right there again. Heaven’s Moon, did I have a praise kink along with a full-moon breeding drive? Yes. Yes, I did.
I was such a goner for this woman.
My knot was thickening at the base of my cock. She rubbed it with some of her salve, and my body went rigid with pleasure. Then the dam broke and I was coming. I pulled at my restraints, wanting desperately to fist my hands in her hair to regain some control.
There was that metal tip again. Oh fuck, were those ridges? Stars popped behind my eyelids, and I was coming even harder.
When I was finally done, I collapsed back on the mattress, chest heaving from the exertion. I wished I could mop the sweat from my forehead, but all I could do was lie there, completely spent. For the moment, that is. The moon’s pull on my wolf was still strong.
Daphne cleaned us up with a warm washcloth, a wicked smile dancing on her lips.
“What was that?” I asked, sounding as if I’d gargled a handful of rocks.
“You liked my salve?” She was rummaging around in her nightstand drawer, that perfect bare ass inches away yet completely out of reach.
Frustrated, I yanked at the chains. “I’m not talking about your damn salve.”
Her head snapped around. “You didn’t like it?”
My wrists were chafed, so I stopped struggling for now. “I fucking loved your salve. That’s not what I meant.”
She grinned, looking like a cat with a bird in its mouth. “Ah, my surprise. I had a feeling you’d like it. Mind if I tell the girls later?”
I froze. “The girls? What girls?”
“Okay, women.”
“What are you talking about, Daphne?”
“We went to this little shop in Wickedville that—”
Wickedville? My veins heated to a million degrees. “Why the hell did you go there?”
Any other time, Daphne going into Wickedville wouldn’t be that big a deal. I didn’t exactly like it, but she had to go there weekly to visit the spell book, and I wasn’t always around to go with her. Tonight, however, wasn’t a normal night.
“Ruby, Sarah and one of Ruby’s friends, Hattie, were with me. We went to this cute sex toy shop and we all bought a little something. Well, Sarah didn’t. I think she’s still a virgin. We tried to talk her into—”
“You went to a sex toy shop with my little sister?” I said, my voice going up an octave on the word sister.
“Never mind. I don’t want to know anything about my little sister’s sex life, okay?
As far as I’m concerned, she’s never been kissed and plans to join the convent.
” I couldn’t believe we were talking about this right now.
Daphne laughed. “Oh my god, Travis, you are such a tool.”
“Yes, we’ve established that already,” I growled. “Now get over here and sit on my face.”