Chapter 20 - Willow #2
The fine line between pleasure and pain is exhilarating, and the moan I let out borders on a scream that Thane drinks in as if he's thirsty. My hands fist in his hair as I greedily kiss him, needing more but unable to stop tasting his tongue as if it's my sustenance.
When we break the kiss, our breaths come out in hot, ragged pants, and it's only so he can remove the rest of my clothes. I'm still on the table, the biting cold of the metal on my ass cheeks a stark contrast to the heat of his touch as his fingers land everywhere on me.
He cups my breasts, squeezing my nipples until they erect from the rush of blood, the sensations rushing to my already drenched core. Our kisses are hot and sloppy, desperate and passionate as he roughly caresses my body until his hand is back at my core.
“Oh, Thane!” I gasp from the explosion of pleasure when a finger enters my aching hole, the apple of his palm pressing against my already swollen bundle of nerves.
My tight walls stretch around the single digit as if it's too much, and my heart skips a beat at the very thought of having his hard cock inside me. I break the kiss only to lean back, that thought haunting me as I meet his eyes, my fingers working on untying the drawstring of his sweatpants.
Thane catches on quickly, removing his hand from between my thighs as he begins removing his jacket first, then his sweatshirt, while I hook my fingers between the waistbands of his pants and underwear.
Biting my bottom lip, I let my eyes run over the smooth, taut skin that covers the hard-earned muscles that contour his midriff. Mesmerized by how immaculate he looks without a shirt on, my hand lifts absentmindedly to trace the curves of his abs.
A breath of pure fascination escapes my lips, the hard wall of muscle letting me feel the safest I've ever felt.
I sigh with unimaginable relief, and Thane seems to pick up on what I'm feeling.
A frown flits across his face as he cups my cheek, stroking the faint traces of a scar that isn't quite prominent anymore.
“Is everything okay?”
“More than okay,” I concede, and he leans in and kisses me while I slide my hand back to the waistbands and draw his pants down.
He has to help me get them all the way over his erection, taking the thick, veiny shaft in one hand when his pants pool at his ankles.
He steps out of them and kicks them away, standing in front of me like a green-eyed Adonis, stroking his cock and gathering the precum from the tip to glisten the bulbous crown.
When my eyes drop to his erection, I'm gulping, hard, my walls clenching around nothing but the thought of what he might feel like inside me.
Fascinated by what it looks like and the sheer girth of his cock, I reach out and wrap my fingers around the shaft.
My thumb barely touches my index finger, and my heart pounds unsteadily as a flicker of fear shoots through my chest.
Thane cradles my cheek again, staring with solemn conviction into my eyes. “I know you're afraid,” he says as if he read my mind. “But you don't have to be. I promise to take care of you.”
I nod tentatively, my throat drying the longer I have my hand around his cock. “I trust you….”
“If it hurts too much, just say the word and I'll stop,” he encourages, stepping closer cautiously. Because he's so tall, he's able to easily line his cock up with my core, where I'm seated on the table.
“What word?” I ask to distract myself, but it hardly works as a distraction when he rubs the tip across my folds.
“Any word of your choice. A safe word. I'll know when I hear it,” he rasps against my lips, the slow kiss setting the tone for his gentle movements as he gathers enough of my dripping slick like lubricant, before slowly nudging at the entrance of my walls.
I inhale slowly as he works his way inside me, gently nudging my tight walls. My breath catches when he's all the way inside, stopping to allow me to get accustomed to the fit.
The delicious stretch has pleasure bursting through me, blurring the pain of being stretched out for the first time. I fling my arms around his neck, kissing him more fervently, and it's his cue to gently begin rocking his hips.
He draws out to the tip before sliding inside again, and the friction is perfect, yet my body craves more. I arch my back into him, my nails biting into his flesh as I beg him for more.
He pulls back to stare into my eyes for confirmation, and I give it with a gentle nod.
“Green,” I whisper. “Like your eyes….”
Something flashes in those green eyes—something like fascination and appreciation all at once when he understands that the word isn't my safe word, but a signal to let him know that this is perfect.
Our lips meet again in perfect synchrony, our bodies matching the connection our souls share as his thrusts deepen and quicken. He lifts me off the table, pounding into me now with protective arms wrapped around my body.
The knot that's been building in the pit of my belly since he touched me tightens now, and so do my arms around his neck as I prepare to explode. His grunts mingle with my moans as we're unable to keep our lips apart, and his firmer thrusts indicate that he's about to reach climax with me.
My arms tighten as much as I can manage as his hands slide down to cup my rear, and he's practically bouncing me on his cock. He moans, and that's when we both explode, Thane's hot ropes of cum spilling inside me as pleasure explodes in every corner of my being.
I can hardly see straight, my vision blurred by glittering stars as his cock swells inside me. He stops rocking me, his cock buried deep inside, in what I can only imagine is what the other witches call knotting.
That's why he can't move, and that's why he's stretched my walls as far as they can go with his immense size. He slowly places my rear on the table again, chest heaving uncontrollably, our tongues tied as tightly as his cock inside me.
As the high simmers down, and our breaths begin to match, I plant my head on his shoulder, the darkness behind my eyelids opening up with warm, silver light.
That's when I see the full moon in the sky and look down to find the other witches and their mates standing around a fire.
Dawson carries over a cauldron and places it over the fire, while Yvonne steps forward and stretches out her arms, raising her face toward the moon.
I step forward too, opening up a little black box of herbs and plants that I begin throwing into the burning cauldron. The last thing I throw inside is a vial of blood with the label “alpha blood,” and underneath are the names of all four of the alphas of Snehvolk.
I suddenly snap out of the vision only to find Thane staring at me, eyes wide.
“That's the vision the others have seen,” he whispers.
I nod slowly, thoughtfully. “Yes. You saw it too, didn't you?”
Thane nods.
“Then we know what needs to be brewed to help us seal the portal.”
Thane frowns. “But what happens with the potion? What must we do with it?”
“I don't know yet, but I’m pretty sure the answer will come to us soon.” I look around at the plants in the greenhouse and nod. “I have everything right here. We'll have to tell the others about this.”
“What? Like right now?” Thane asks, a puzzled look on his face as he watches me hop off from the table.
“Yeah, right now,” I respond with a grin. “This is exciting. I just had my first real vision.”
Thane chuckles as he gathers my clothes from the table and passes the bundle to me, then proceeds to dress. When we're both done, I'm ready to race out of the greenhouse, but he catches my hand and spins me back toward him.
“Just know that I'm not anywhere near done with you,” he drawls in that deep tone that ignites my fire.
Giggling, I press a chaste kiss to his lips. “I sure hope not. And thank you, Thane.”
“What for, my angel?”
“For helping me see myself through your eyes.”
Thane's lips curl into a chuffed smirk as he presses his lips to my forehead. Now that the full extent of my powers has been unlocked, I feel as liberated as ever, and lighter than I've ever felt before.
Like I'm ready to conquer the world.
With Thane.
Together.