Chapter 35
Chapter
Thirty-Five
Bokkan
The whispers in my mind were all-consuming and never-ending.
Hunt. Mate. Brand.
My chin rested on my chest as I collapsed back against the wall. The shackles and chains around my wrist and ankles clanked. My muscles ached from fighting the bonds when the urges overwhelmed my control.
I could still smell Leda on my skin. Washing her away would have been the smart thing, but I was not ready to let her go yet.
Need mate. Want mate.
I growled, trying to drown out the voices in my head. I must resist. Leda returning home was best for her. That was all that mattered. I only wished I had been strong enough to take her to the witch myself. To see her and speak to her one last time.
The dim cellar was the best place to ride out the onset of the madness. It would keep others safe from me until I came back to myself… or had to be put down like a rabid animal.
When the door to the cellar opened, I kept my head down and eyes closed. It was probably Guldan or Masu coming to tell me that Leda was gone. Until her scent hit me.
She was here.
MATE!
Before I could control the urge, I was on my feet and straining against the shackles holding me. My lips peeled away from my fangs in a snarl as I watched Guldan descend the stairs.
Where was she?
I growled at him, my arms aching as I tried to reach out for him. What had he done to her?
Then, there were more footsteps on the stairs. Lighter. Softer. Yet still determined.
I could not tear my eyes away from my mate as she descended the steps behind Guldan. She wore the trousers and shirt I bought for her. And she had not washed my scent away. She still smelled like she was mine.
Guldan paused at the bottom of the steps and studied me. “Perhaps this is not a good idea,” he said.
Leda stopped as well, her eyes on me. Her face was in the shadows, barely visible even with my enhanced eyesight. I inhaled deeply, worried that I was frightening her. But all I scented was her. She was unafraid. Strong.
“I’ll be fine,” she said.
My commander stared at her, indecision written on his face.
“Take her,” I snarled, backing up until my back hit the wall. “She is not safe here.”
“Fuck that.” Leda stomped down the rest of the steps and crossed the cellar floor to me. As soon as her hands touched my bare chest, the chaotic whispers in my mind quieted.
“Guldan,” she said.
“Yes, Lady Leda?”
“Go away.”
I was torn as he climbed the stairs back up to the door and shut it behind him.
I wanted to demand that he take Leda and see her safely home.
To save her from living here as someone without rights or autonomy.
The other half of me wanted to sweep her into my arms and keep her there forever.
Maybe chain her to this wall and bring her pleasure until all she cared about, all she saw… was me.
“Bo.”
At the sound of her voice, I looked down at my mate. My hands were wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly.
“What are you doing here, Leda?” I asked, my voice raspy and harsh.
Her pupils dilated at my question, the heady scent of her arousal just beginning to bloom. My fingers clenched her waist lightly, drawing her completely against my body.
“I’m not leaving,” she answered, dragging her fingertips down my chest to press over my heart.
Distracted by her touch, it took me a moment to latch onto her statement.
“What do you mean you are not leaving?”
“I’m staying with you.”
Her hands moved back up to my neck, tugging my head down to hers, once again stealing every thought from my mind except for the sight of her soft lips.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m. Staying,” she repeated.
Then, her lips touched mine.
I forgot about my plans to save her from this world. Forgot that it would be for the best for her to return home. All I tasted was her lips, and all I felt was the warm weight of her in my hold.
I lifted her up, spinning to press her back against the wall.
Her legs wrapped around my torso just below my ribs.
My tongue danced with hers as I leaned into her.
Small hands smoothed up the back of my neck, over my hair, to my horns.
She gripped their base and rubbed her thumbs over the place where my horns sprouted from my scalp.
The touch shot straight to my cock.
With a low groan, I reached up and tore her shirt down the center.
The godsawful bra disintegrated beneath my blunted claws.
Once her breasts were revealed, I lifted her up and latched my mouth around her nipple, my tongue circling the hardened tip and tugging at it.
The perfume of her desire intensified as she squirmed in my hold.
The hot press of her cunt ground against my abdomen.
She was wet for me.
I released her nipple and moved to her other breast, suckling the tip until she whimpered and tugged at my horns.
When I lifted my head, she released my horns and began to struggle to remove her shirt and bra. Then her fingers went to her trousers, untying the drawstring at her waist.
“Help me,” she demanded, wriggling in my hands.
I set her on the floor, and she shoved the garment down her legs.
Her fingers trembled as she removed her boots and socks, kicking the trousers and underwear off her legs.
Then, her hands attacked the laces of my trousers.
She ripped them free, shoving them down my hips. My cock jutted upward, hard and aching.
Her hands landed on my shoulders, and she jumped, wrapping her legs around my hips. Without thought, I cupped her ass in my hands. She rubbed her cunt against me, wetting my length. Her mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking deep before scraping the edge of her teeth over the tip.
I nearly staggered at the sensation, my knees shaking. Rather than risk dropping her, I knelt on the floor and set her on my thighs, which brought her mouth high enough to reach my neck. She bit my throat lightly, sinking her teeth in just enough for me to feel.
A low groan escaped me as she rocked her hips, letting me feel how aroused she was.
“Leda,” I growled. “I do not want to hurt you again.”
She leaned back in my hold. “Sit down.”
I did as she said, turning so my back was against the wall, and my legs were in front of me. Leda turned, putting her back to me and straddling my thighs. The heavy weight of my cock was cradled against her plush ass, and her head rested on my shoulder.
Leda reached for my hand, bringing it up to her mouth. Her tongue came out to lick my third finger, dragging from the base to tip. Then, she lowered my hand between her legs, guiding that finger to her entrance.
“Get me ready,” she instructed. “Fuck me with your finger.”
A red haze descended over my vision as lust took over. My middle finger slid inside her, stretching her tight, hot walls. Leda gasped, her back arching as I pushed it deep inside her until my palm cradled her, grinding against the nub between her legs.
She took my other hand and brought it to her breast. I kneaded the soft weight, lightly gripping her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and tugging. Her cunt clenched around my finger, and she grew wetter as I slid it nearly free of her body before thrusting back in.
“More,” she moaned, her head rolling against my shoulder.
As I toyed with her breasts, I used my finger to fuck her as I wanted to fuck her with my cock, slow and deep.
When her body loosened around me, I pressed another finger inside her, stretching her wider. Leda’s hips rocked, meeting my thrusts, her breath coming faster with each movement. Her body clamped around my fingers as she dripped arousal over my hand.
I went slowly as I worked another finger inside her, wanting her to be ready for the girth of my cock before I entered her. My little human gasped, her body growing rigid as I finally slid it deep and held still.
“Bo,” she groaned, her hips shifting and squirming at the intrusion.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.
“No!” Her hand slapped down over mine, keeping it in place. “Don’t stop.”
I withdrew and then thrust into her again, taking my time and listening to the cadence of her breath. The snug depths of her cunt pulled me deeper.
With a whine, she pulled herself free and turned around, planting her feet on each side of my hips. Leda licked her lips as she looked down between us and grasped my cock. My hips jerked with the contact, and a small bit of my seed leaked from my tip.
I cupped her hips in my hands as she guided the tip of my cock to her opening and slowly dropped her weight down. Her cunt spread around the width of my shaft, sucking me deeper. When the fit became too tight, she lifted a bit before sinking back down.
I could not tear my gaze away from how her body took mine.
When her legs began to shake, I shifted my hold to her ass, using my arms to take some of her weight. I let her control the movement until she had taken all of me. Her breath came in wild pants as she stilled.
“Are you in pain?” I asked, my gaze shifting up to her face.
“No,” she whimpered. “It feels so good.”
Her hips lifted a few inches before she sank back down. Her cunt clenched around me, as tight as a fist. A moan escaped my throat when she repeated the motion. Using my grip on her ass, I helped her lift and drop on my cock, riding me in a slow, steady rhythm.
One of her hands lifted to her lips, and she wet a finger with her tongue. I watched, entranced, when her hand moved down to the nub between her legs, circling it with that finger.
Her head fell back as she continued to ride my cock, her finger moving faster and faster. My balls drew up tightly, threatening to empty. I urged her to move faster until her hips were slamming against mine.
Her core gripped me tighter and tighter as she rode. I could hear the catch in her breath that preceded her peak. Curling forward, I used the forked tip of my tongue to circle her tight nipple and squeeze.
The sensation shattered her. With a low cry, she dropped onto me, grinding her body against mine.
Her cunt tightened and spasmed, drawing my seed out of my body with a violent eruption.
I knew my claws were in danger of piercing her skin, but I had no control over my grip as I lifted her body and thrust into her hard and fast.
Another sound escaped her, a wail that signaled another climax. She collapsed against my chest as she shuddered on my cock, her movements spasmodic and wild.
Her teeth sank into my chest, breaking the skin, and I lost myself in a storm of primal instinct and lust.