Chapter 41 #3
“I’m gonna come.”
She closed her eyes, warmth brewing inside her.
She leaned on one arm and wove fingers through his wet hair.
“Right there,” she moaned, gripping him in place.
West didn’t punish her for taking. He gave her more.
She dug fingers into his scalp, grinding into his face.
“Yes, yes.” Heat pounded through her core as short and shallow gasps escaped her.
It turned out, Winter didn’t need to fly to see the stars. All she needed was her mate. “I’m coming,” she cried, “so much.” Her body shuddered in his grip until going limp.
Slowly, she blinked her eyes open.
His grin was mischievous. “Look how much you took.”
She glanced down. It appeared that his entire fist was inside of her.
Huh?
The pleasure had been so overwhelming, she hadn’t realized how many fingers he’d added. And then he was gone. His tongue, his hand. He’d disappeared beneath the surface and popped up to the other side.
“Get in the pool, Winter.”
She slid in bonelessly, wondering if he was ever going to fuck her. The warm water was soothing at least. She dropped her head back to soak her hair, then swiped it behind her ears.
He’d sat on the submerged bench. “Over here,” he growled.
She offered him a soft smile and swam across. As she neared, he yanked her in for a kiss. It was so tender that she climbed into his lap for more. He moved to her neck, sweeping his tongue down it, then her breasts, opening his mouth so wide it was almost as if he tried to swallow it.
If there was one thing her mate was, it was thorough. She curled needy fingers around his length. It was the biggest, smoothest wand she’d ever held. “You feel amazing.” She moved her fist up and down his cock, and, Holy Hell and Tartarus … it wouldn’t even close around the tip.
Her pussy was growing very impatient. Hunger mounting, she lifted herself up, positioning his head at her entrance. “I need you,” she demanded.
“No orders, Winter.” West gripped her waist, forcing her to hover there.
She dropped her head and frowned. “I’m sorry.”
“If you want my dick, you’ll beg for it properly.”
Her lips parted. “I’ll do more than beg, West. I’ll sit on my knees and pray to whatever god you ask me to. I’ll crawl across this entire fucking palace nude. I’ll roll over so fast you won’t even see me do it. Please, just fuck me.”
There was no nudging himself inside her. West seemed to lose control, slamming her down on his dick.
Winter screamed, and screamed.
He held her firmly in place. “That’s a lot of yelling for someone with the power to stop me.”
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “Keep going.”
“You’re not in charge, Winter. When are you going to learn that?”
She winced, squirming on his dick. “I’m really sorry, I swear.”
“Doesn’t it hurt?”
She nodded. “But I love it.”
“Good,” he growled, slowly lifting her all the way back up. “Because I’m not done.” As her hips breached the surface, he smashed her back down.
They swore in unison.
He pumped three more vicious times, then tossed her off like this was catch and release. His guttural groan told her everything she needed to know.
“That was efficient,” she countered, eyeing his thick cum bubbling up to the surface.
His nostrils flared. “Get back over here.”
“Why would you toss me off like that?”
“Don’t.”
She tilted her head? “I’m not ordering you around, I’m asking a question.”
“And I said don’t.”
Rude. She dipped under the water, ran fingers through her hair, and tried to figure out what he was thinking.
Ah, yes.
She swam over, landed between his thighs, and broke the surface. “I have a special implant.” She glanced at her arm and said, “They haven’t been invented yet, but I can’t get pregnant because of it. I’m assuming that’s what you’re worried about?”
“A what?”
“An implant,” she repeated. “It’s in my muscle. It stifles some hormones and makes me infertile, essentially, until it’s removed. It’s modern mage medicine. I’m not—” She cleared her throat. “There’s just no chance I’m ready for something like that.”
His face was unreadable.
“I promise,” she said, “it’s not a lie.”
“Get out of the bath.”
Her breath hitched. “What did I do?”
He flashed his teeth. “Now.”
“But what’s wrong?” she asked, wading towards the steps.
He stepped out to meet her, seized her wrist, and tugged downward.
Her knees scraped on the rough surface. “If you want my cum …” He spun her hair around his wrist, gripped her closer, and slid his tip between her parted lips.
“There’s plenty more.” There wasn’t time to adjust, lick, or suck.
He pried her mouth open and fucked her face.
His dick rehardened with every sweep. She relaxed her throat, taking as much as she could. He pulled out and plowed back in. After several thrusts, he dropped his head back to curse her name. It echoed through the dimly lit cavern.
She popped up to the top, twirling her tongue around the tip.
He looked down and frowned. “I need to hear you gagging, Winter.” His hips rocked, sending his thick head crashing into the back of her mouth, over and over again. Only when saliva sputtered from her lips and her eyes watered, did he pull out.
She caught her breath as he tugged on his dick.
“Turn around,” he growled. “I need to fuck you.”
She turned.
He pushed a flat palm into her spine, forcing her on all fours. A satiated moan escaped him as he spread her ass out and worked himself back inside her.
“You’re mine to destroy,” he said, sliding into what felt like her abdomen. “Do you understand me?”
She nodded, knowing it was exactly what she wanted.
He pulled out. “I didn’t hear you, Winter.”
“Yes,” she panted. “I’m yours, and I want to be destroyed.”
He fucked her ruthlessly. She dropped her head, letting him take full control. As her body went pliant, he reached around and pinched her swollen clit.
“Mine,” he growled, pounding into her. “Mine, mine, mine.” Each declaration came with a new thrust.
Heat blanketed her core, her body tensed, and her pelvis trembled. “I’m going to—” Two more earth-shattering thrusts and she clamped her eyes shut, coming all over his dick.
“Winter.” He reached up for her breast, kneading it so hard she yelped. “We’re not done yet.” He rocked into her so thoroughly, her vision started to fade.
Her upper body dropped to the limestone while her ass stayed high. If this was how she was destined to die, then she would go out happily.
Despite her silent wish for him to never stop, he eventually pulled out. “Flip over so I can see how beautiful you are.”
Winter slumped to the floor, rolling over listlessly.
She cast an eye towards her pelvis and saw she was lying in a puddle of blood.
Her blood. She’d never been fucked so hard in her life.
West pressed his hands into the soaked stone, showed off bright red palms, then swiped them down her breasts and abdomen.
“Scarlet is your color,” he drawled.
“I know.”
He crept over her, slowly pressing his lips against her navel, scars, and chest. Goosebumps spread across her entire body. When he swept his tongue along her collarbone, teasing it, her heart steadied.
Thump … thump … thump.
Gone were the irregular, erratic heartbeats.
“You are the object of my deepest, darkest, dreams, Winter.” He repositioned himself at her entrance. “And I’ll never stop fucking you.” As he pushed himself back inside, they sighed together. His gentle pace slowly coaxed her body back to life.
Soon, it wasn’t enough. She squeezed his chiseled waist and urged him on. “Harder.”
“No orders, Winter.”
She whimpered.
He chuckled, then fucked her without restraint. She threw her arms back and grinned. There was so much body on top of her—inside of her. He was the epitome of power, and she wanted every drop. The wereblood in her veins begged her to solidify their bond.
Desperate to feel everything, three words escaped her lips. “Claim me, West.”
He wrapped his fingers around her neck, thrusting so deep she cried out. Each push grew fiercer than the last. Their bodies tangled into one wild, grunting mess.
“When I bite you,” he said, slamming into her, “there’s no turning back.”
“I understand,” she panted.
His roar shook the fire-lit cavern.