Chapter 31 #3
Standing on his knees, Torin hovered over me. Leaning in, he buried his head in my neck and sniffed. His wolf was taking in my scent. He licked and sucked the sensitive flesh around my neck and made his way down to my breasts.
It was as if he didn’t want to leave a part of my body untouched by him. His teeth bit around my nipple, and then he sucked and flicked his tongue over the skin to soothe it. My core tightened as he continued to devour me.
Every nerve ending was unbelievably hypersensitive every time his fingers, teeth, or lips made contact with my flesh.
“Torin, I’m ready. Now.” I sounded close to begging.
He bristled at my words, halting for what felt like a long moment. “Hummm, little witch wolf,” he said, adjusting his position.
He gripped my hips, and as if I weighed nothing, he rolled my body onto my stomach. Then he lifted my hips, pulling them toward him.
“That’s how my wolf wants you,” he said in his deep Alpha voice, which left no room for argument.
And I didn’t want to protest. I wanted him inside, so I pushed my butt toward him, feeling his hard cock twitch. He growled in response as his hand slid up and down my back. Torin grabbed a fistful of my hair, gently tugging, causing me to arch and press into him.
His hand pulled harder as he drove into me with such force that I screamed. Then he pulled out slowly and smoothly until only the head of his cock was inside me. And then he roughly surged inside deeply.
His cock throbbed against my inner walls, and delicious sensations traveled over my entire body. Still inside me, he bent over my body, completely engulfing it, and released my hair. He bit my shoulder then the other one.
My core tightened and heated, ready to explode. After licking my neck, he placed small kisses on my skin and then began to hammer into me brutally, pounding so deep that it hurt in the best way.
As our bodies moved together, a wave of warmth radiated from deep within me, chasing away the cold creeping through my veins. Each touch and caress felt like a balm on my soul, healing the cracks left behind by fear and pain.
A spark ignited in my chest—a tiny, flickering flame that grew stronger with each breath I took. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever experienced—overwhelming and powerful, yet oddly comforting at the same time.
I bucked against him, meeting his every move. Hot pleasure tore through me, and my inner walls started pulsating around his cock. A growl echoed around us, and it took me a moment to realize that it came from me.
“My little witch wolf,” Torin said in a husky, breathless voice. “Come for me.”
I was about to scoff at his order when his arms moved to my hips, holding me steady while he pounded into me. One hand snaked around my stomach, and when his fingers found my clit, I couldn’t hold the tension that had built in my core.
My pussy clenched around his cock as his fingers dug into the softness of my body. This man had the power to consume me. This was my last thought before my orgasm ripped through me hard. I spasmed and shook, vibrating with pleasure. I gave in to the moment with total surrender to Torin.
Just as my release started fading, he increased his thrusts, and the tension built again. The raw, rippling waves washed over me again and again. The force of my orgasm took me by surprise.
Torin burst into a deep growl of pleasure as he exploded inside me. His release felt so hot—his body jerking hard, every muscle tight as he spilled himself into me.
His movements slowed, and I felt ready to flop on the floor, but he guided us to the floor without disconnecting from me. Supporting my body, we lay on our sides with Torin still inside me.
“Torin,” I said and let out a satisfied sigh, “why are you still inside me?”
I gasped as his cock hardened and twitched against my inner walls.
His hand brushed my hair to the side, and he kissed my shoulder and neck. “I’m just doing what my wolf wanted me to do,” he said as a matter of fact, and I could feel his smile against my skin as he kept kissing me.
Understanding dawned on me. Torin stayed inside me to keep his come from spilling out of me. That was what a male werewolf in his wolf form would do after mounting his mate—to ensure procreation.
His hand slid around my torso, brushing my breasts.
“Don’t overthink it, Anna,” he murmured against my hair. “It’s bound to happen.”
“What? Kids?”
“Hum-huh.”
“But you didn’t want—” Ouch. “You bit me,” I shrieked. “Your wolf hasn’t retreated yet?”
“Nope. He’s enjoying a moment with his mate since she is still alive.”
I gasped. The curse. I’d been so consumed by Torin that I ignored the change I felt in my body. The cold, heavy weight that had settled into my chest had vanished, replaced by a warmth that seemed to pulse with life.
"Torin," I said, my voice hoarse from exhaustion and emotion. “Thank you.” Then, it hit me—what if I had come here alone? “If you weren’t here, I wouldn’t have survived. You saved me.”
Another warm kiss, but this time between my shoulder blades.
The warmth of Torin's love still lingered on my skin, a reminder of the passion and emotion that had broken the curse.
We waited as long as Torin’s wolf needed to stay embraced with his mate. Once he released me, we dressed.
After crossing toward The Book of Thoradis, I picked it up and flipped the cover open to a random page.
"Listen to this," I said. "It speaks of a power that can unite the four elements—earth, air, fire, and water—and bend them to the will of the one who wields it." I shut the book. “We should leave this place after I destroy it.”
Now that the book was open and the curse lifted, I could attempt to burn it again. I tried to set the book on fire by summoning flames around my bracelet, but the tome refused to burn again. I let out a frustrated groan.
"We need to figure out how to destroy it,” I said, clutching the book against my chest. “We have to go to Adrian’s headquarters. Robert should have already alerted them that we’re nearby.”
Torin nodded.
Adrian was the closest ally who could help us protect the book until we found a way to destroy it. I remembered the hunter leader telling me he was after The Book of Thoradis to prevent someone from using it the wrong way.
The longer the book stayed in my grasp, the higher the risk the wicked King could put his sinister hands on it.