Chapter 54 – Wave #2
That tugged a chord deep in her belly and Wave felt herself getting wetter. Her breathing sped up when she circled her clit over and over again. Marc still hadn’t even glanced at her pussy.
“Beautiful,” he murmured when she bit her lower lip.
“Show your bonded how nicely you come, mate,” Irishen said, stepping closer. When her eyes flickered to him, he shook his head sharply. “No. Eyes on him.”
Wave focused back on Marc and noticed his breathing was harsher. When he wet his lip with his tongue, she wanted to feel that against her pussy. She opened her mouth to speak and a spark of ice landed on her clit, making her gasp.
“Focus on what you’re doing, mate.”
“I need more.” She felt needy in a way she couldn’t explain. She could get herself off, certainly. She had done so plenty of times in the past. Right now, though, her own fingers felt woefully inadequate.
“What do you need, bonded?” Marc took a step closer.
“You,” she rasped.
“You have me, bonded,” Marc replied, with a slight smirk. “Be specific.”
“Naked. I need you naked and fucking me so hard that I forget my own name. Both the fake and real one.”
“Mmh,” was all Marc said, but slowly, he began to undress. The jacket was the first to go, then his shoes. He managed to make such a mundane thing as taking off his shoes look sexy.
“Keep those fingers moving, mate,” Irishen said when her pace slackened.
“Yes, listen to your mate, bonded, or I’ll have him spank you.”
“You are threatening her with a good time.” Jarred laughed.
Marc refused to take any more of his clothes off until her fingers were moving again.
Inside her pussy, circling her clit, and back into her heat again.
She kept her eyes on him as he unbuttoned the shirt and shrugged out of it.
A little moan slipped free when he opened his belt and pulled it from the loops.
“You want this, bonded?” Marc arched his brow at her.
“Please.” It was a faint gasp, but they all heard it.
Something in Marc’s eyes blazed, and he kicked his pants off, not caring that they crumpled on the floor. He walked to the bed and surveyed her form from top to bottom. Her dress was hiked up to her waist and her hair must be a mess, but the tenderness in his eyes floored her.
“Lift your head, bonded,” he said, and when she complied, he looped the supple leather belt around her neck. “Will you breathe for me?”
When Wave started to reply, the belt pulled tighter, cutting her air off. Instead of panic, her pussy got wetter and her fingers more frantic. She tried to pull in air, her gaze locked to Marc’s, but couldn’t. Still, the mage kept the belt tight, until she frantically nodded.
“Breathe.” The command sliced from him like a blade and Wave sucked in air. “That’s my good girl,” Marc said and ran a finger down her cheek. “Again.”
The belt tightened and Wave tried to breathe. She really tried, but the fuzziness in her head tried to pull her under, her fingers slowing.
“Breathe.”
Tears trickled down from her eyes as air filtered back into her lungs.
“Keep those fingers moving, mate,” Irishen reminded her.
“Bu—”
The belt cut her protest off. Wave forced her focus on her fingers.
“Come, bonded. Come and scream for me,” Marc growled. The belt around her neck disappeared and his lips crushed against hers. “I need you always to remember how to breathe.”
The orgasm that slammed into her made Wave want to scream until she was out of air, but she kept gulping in air between every gasp. He needed her to keep breathing, so she would. The world became lighter and her focus slipped, only to crystallize when Marc slid inside of her.
Instead of the hard pounding she had expected, he pushed in agonizingly slowly. They breathed in deep together and then he pulled out equally slowly. Wave’s whole world narrowed into the slow push and pull that kept her breathing slow and deep.
Marc nuzzled the side of her throat before kissing the mark softly. You are mine, bonded. Mine to take care of. Mine to please.
“Please,” she rasped, and he smiled against her skin.
Ready to come again?
She was, wasn’t she? Yes? No? She didn’t fucking know! The slow drag of Marc’s dick inside of her was driving her crazy. The pleasure built so slowly, that she didn’t realize how deep in she was before she was already drowning.
Letting go of everything, Wave floated.
“That’s my beautiful bonded,” Marc murmured as he tipped her over the edge.
Wave didn’t scream when the orgasm broke her apart. She breathed out her claim. “Mine.”
“That was fucking hot, love,” Jarred said when she eventually surfaced, safely tucked into Marc’s arms.
“I approve, mate,” Irishen added and leaned over to kiss her lips softly. Ice trickled over her body in tiny rivulets.
“That was just for us, bonded,” Marc rumbled under her. “Now, we’re all going to fuck you together. Hard.”
“Yes, please,” Wave murmured, still too relaxed to even open her eyes, but she did spread her legs. “Just get me out of this dress first. Chrissy is going to kill me if we tear it.”
It was too early to wake up, but Wave was hot.
She was sleeping practically on top of Marc, while Jarred pressed against her side.
Irishen was on her other side, but he only held her hand, so the cool trickle that she got from the contact was nowhere enough to keep her comfortable. And she needed to pee.
Groaning, Wave climbed over Jarred and dashed into the bathroom.
Then she dragged her tired body into the shower.
Might as well get that out of the way. At least she didn’t need to wash her hair, since Irishen had taken care of that last night.
Her skin was still tingling and her pussy felt a bit sore.
Well used. Cherished. And now she was smiling like a loon.
“Good morning, mate,” Irishen said as he stepped into the shower with her. “Let me wash your back.”
“No shower sex,” Jarred grumbled as he ambled in and started to brush his teeth. Then Marc stumbled in, looked at all of them, and groaned.
“I need to fucking pee. Close your eyes and maybe plug her ears.”
Wave burst into giggles when Irishen pushed fingers into her ears and kissed her neck. Obediently, she closed her eyes and leaned on her mate. It shouldn’t be endearing, but it was.
Fuck, she was such a goner for all of them.
When Irishen removed his fingers, she heard Marc and Jarred bicker about the counter space.
“Get a towel ready,” Irishen called out and shut the water.
“Come here, Claimed,” Jarred purred and enveloped her in a large, fluffy towel.
They were stumbling toward the bed for a few more hours of sleep when Wave’s phone rang. Who the hell was calling this early? She had to rummage through her bag until she caught the phone and pulled it out.
She looked at the screen, and all the blood drained from her face. With a shaking hand, she thumbed the screen and answered.
“Grandfather.”