Chapter 31 Vidorak
Chapter thirty-one
Vidorak
He hadn’t meant to chase her. He simply got caught up watching her before he planned to make himself known. His witch still had too many secrets, and he wanted to know what they were.
When she had cut herself, he’d almost emerged from the tree line then and there, but had held back when he noted no distress on her face.
In fact, she looked quite somber during the act.
Her blood dripped onto the amulet, and he swore it emitted a glow before dulling once more.
From what she’d mentioned prior, he suspected this had to do with her black magic, but exactly what was unclear.
The cost of her prior use of black magic was the voices and images that haunted her. Would the amulet demand more?
He pondered this, planning on waiting until the morning before confronting her.
But then she’d run. All intentions disappeared, and what remained was a primal urge to chase her.
All he could focus on was his need to capture his mate, to fuck her, and to mark her so she never thought about leaving him again.
“This is the second time you’ve tackled me in the woods, orc.” Her words came out breathlessly while writhing against him. “Though I must say, this time it’s much more enjoyable.”
He trapped her underneath him, not letting her turn over. His face buried in her neck, breathing in her scent that he’d craved since the moment she left.
“I told you once before not to run from me.” He nipped at her shoulder.
“In all fairness, I didn’t know it was you.”
He growled and flipped her over, still pinning her to the ground. “You left the estate unguarded wearing nothing?”
Worry and irritation at her careless behavior pierced through his haze of lust.
“Don’t exaggerate. I am dressed.” She wrapped her legs around him, tugging him closer to her core. “Besides, I was in the mood for a fight.”
It seemed to him his mate was in the mood for something else. One hand trapped her wrists above her head, while the other gripped the collar of her flimsy slip, tearing it easily down the center.
Vidorak ignored the quick flash of outrage on her face, instead focusing on her perfect breasts that were illuminated in the moonlight. Her nipples pebbled in the midnight breeze, beckoning to him.
He closed his mouth over one breast while pinching the nipple of the other. He had never wanted someone so deeply and this mindlessly before. Never felt as if all his senses became alive by the mere sight of her.
“There is no time.” She breathed the statement so quietly that he almost missed it from the desire pounding in his veins.
He would find a way to stop time. He would learn to control the moon and sun if only to spend a minute more by her side.
“You are mine, witch. I have caught you, and I will take as long as I want with you.”
With that promise, he kissed her lips and plunged his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues danced together, intertwining and tasting. The kisses became breathless until he couldn’t stand it anymore.
Letting go of her wrists, he kissed down her chest and belly, savoring each inch. His hands roamed her skin, unwilling to spend even a second not touching her.
He gazed at his beautiful mate with her wild mane of red hair and flushed cheeks, whose eyes filled with lust. He thought how she was so beautiful it hurt, right before pushing her knees further apart and ravishing her cunt with desperation.
The taste of her was intoxicating, and he craved it more than anything. He plunged his tongue deep in her cunt with his tusks pushing into her upper thighs. Her moans echoed in the darkness as she gripped his hair, tugging him closer to her writhing body.
With a hard suck at her clit, he earned a view of her back arching and breasts glistening from the wetness of his mouth earlier. She was an absolute goddess, and he wanted to spend the rest of his days worshiping her.
She was giving him needy sounds signifying she was close but not quite there. Keeping his mouth on her clit, he pushed into her with one finger before adding another in her tight cunt. The pressure caused her to moan.
He removed his mouth and used his thumb to rub at her clit instead. While pumping his fingers, he turned his head toward her thigh and bit the soft inner part. He did it hard enough to leave a mark but not too hard to really hurt her.
She sharply inhaled. “Marking your territory?” The question was laced with breathless amusement.
Yes.
As savage as it was, he wanted to mark himself all over her with bites and rough kisses. He wanted to paint her with his seed so the world would know she was his and his alone.
He didn’t say any of that, too taken aback by the intensity of his possessiveness. Instead, he returned to licking her apex.
Between his mouth and fingers, it didn’t take long before she clamped her thighs around his head and tensed with her release. Vidorak was determined to suck every drop of her and draw it out.
Her body went slack, and Vidorak resisted the urge to bring her knees up and slam into her immediately. Instead, he kissed back up her body and captured her mouth. She kissed him back fervently, fighting him for control.
She suddenly pulled back and asked, “Are you mad?”
His nose grazed up her neck. “It feels like madness. But no, I’m not angry. I understand why you had to go.”
“Good. Because I’m not sorry.”
He chuckled, loving his headstrong and arrogant witch. He loved how brazenly she expressed herself. She was unapologetic, while he had spent years hiding behind a wall, fighting to remember who he wanted to be. “Good.”
He was kissing the smooth skin of her shoulder when she pushed him onto his back. Her hands grabbed his trousers, freeing him. He groaned as she moved expertly over his cock.
“I’m the one who captured you. You should be yielding to my desires.”
“You are taking too long,” she said with a wicked grin before stopping her caresses and straddling him. She sank down onto his entire length in one merciless movement. When she rode him, Vidorak experienced pleasure like never before.
She was a sight to behold, her hair tangled around her face, her breaths deep, her eyes flooded with power. She was a creation of magic and wildness. Untamed perfection. Yet, she was his.
His hands went to her hips, unable to hold back any longer. He pumped into her, needing her ingrained into his soul. When that wasn’t enough, he flipped them both over again, bringing her leg over his shoulder so he could sink deeper into her.
The rest of the world stopped existing. There was nothing else except their desperation for one another. He fucked her so hard her back moved up the grass with each thrust.
Her head arched back as her own wave of ecstasy hit her, and he felt her clench around him, milking him cruelly.
He snarled, mind void of reason, and bit down on the curve of her perfect neck.
His hand fisted her red curls to keep her immobile.
His sack tightened, and his movements became erratic as he spilled his seed into her depths.
He let go of her neck, leaving kisses while he caught his breath. Her fingers gingerly touched where he had bitten. “Is the biting something I get to look forward to every time we get together?”
Shame for puncturing her perfect skin sunk in. He turned his body, taking her with him, so he wouldn’t be crushing her. “Are you in much pain?”
“Barely.” Her fingers absentmindedly moved over his chest. “I get the urge. I want to mark you as well, lest any orcesses get ideas.”
The thought of her biting him was appealing, and his cock hardened again despite their recent activities.
“Again?” she asked, noticing the effects. “You will have to do all the work though. I don’t have any strength left.”
He shook his head in amusement. “Ignore it. I don’t think I will ever stop getting hard for you.”
Embracing her closely, his fingers drifted near the laceration on her forearm. “What happens now?”
The amulet had remained on throughout their lovemaking, and he sensed no difference in the teardrop-shaped ruby.
“Infusing the amulet with my blood is the first part. Once it takes, I can complete the second part of the spell.”
“You don't sound pleased.”
The unsettled feeling in his gut returned as he recalled Kallsson’s warning about the amulet. Suddenly, he felt awash with the urge to take her again to assure himself she was here and safe. The dark rims of her eyes and sleepy blinking held him back.
She hesitated before responding, “I am thinking about my sisters. We had a conversation that had needed to happen for some time. It was good, though initially tense.”
He waited, but she didn’t expound. Irritation sparked within Vidorak at her continued insistence on closing off her heart.
Then a thought came to him. “Was it about me? Are they unhappy that I formed a mate bond with you?”
She gave him a look of bewilderment before bursting out laughing. Clearly, that wasn’t the right answer.
“Sorry,” she apologized between chuckles. “Honestly, you didn’t come up at all.”
He’d be lying if that didn’t sting a bit. The first thing he did as chieftain was present her as his mate to the clan. Clearly, she didn’t feel the need to share the news right away with her people.
“Come now, don’t sulk.” She pressed a kiss on his chin.
“I’m not sulking.”
“Okay, my misinterpretation.” Her fingers gently petted him. “I would rather have talked about you.”
They stayed silent for several minutes, neither wanting to break contact. When she yawned, the urge to put her to bed so she could sleep was too great, and he stood to dress himself.
“You should be back with your clan,” she mumbled sleepily.
“My clan is my responsibility.” He picked up her still-naked body in his arms. “We will talk more tomorrow.”
She didn’t protest being carried. Instead, she leaned into him and traced his skin as they walked. “In a different life, I think we would’ve traveled the realm instead of fighting wars. We would spend our days eating sweets and fucking everywhere.”
He smiled at the thought. “I would take you in any life I can.”
It wasn’t long after that he felt his witch drift off to sleep, her body becoming limp in his arms.