It’s been a week since I met with the Witch Hunters, and everything that happened has been weighing heavily on me.
Saul wasn’t happy I killed the Witch Hunters, but he was understanding after I told him about Finn. I didn’t tell Saul what Taryn has to do. I’m not ready to talk about that with anyone yet. I need to. Every day, I get closer to telling her, but something always holds me back.
Maybe it’s because Taryn’s the distraction I need to keep my mind off things. The frenzy is getting closer. We can both feel it. Even when we’re together, it feels like we can’t get enough. Every time my knot tries to form, my instincts flare so much it’s painful when I can’t knot her properly.
The mating bond has definitely made my mate more adventurous. We’ve played around with orgasm control, orgasm denial, and even a little breath play one night when she wanted my hand tighter around her throat than usual. That made her come so fucking hard I thought she was getting knotted, frenzy or not.
I finally got Taryn to model some of the underwear I got her. Unfortunately, we quickly realized it wasn’t going to be much of a fashion show. Every pair of underwear she put on was so wet when she took them off that they had to go straight to the pile of dirty clothes. I couldn’t resist touching her every time she wandered into the room wearing something new that made my dick ache.
She’s enjoying a warm bath, and I’m sitting on the couch in my robe, my mind occupied with things I wish I didn’t have to worry about right now. The book. Druids. Emissaries of Mother Fate. Somehow, my mate has to complete a bunch of rituals, and once she does, Mother Nature will be reincarnated. No pressure.
I sip the whiskey I’m holding while everything tumbles around in my head. The mating bond makes it hard to think straight. Taryn says it makes her mind feel like mush, and I guess that’s an accurate description. Mine feels more like disorganized chaos and puzzle pieces that should fit together, but I just don’t have the capacity to figure out how.
“You look like you’re lost in thought,” Taryn says from the doorway.
I’m not the type to startle easily, but she catches me deep enough in my thoughts that I almost do.
“Done with your bath already? You usually take longer,” I say, sipping my whiskey before turning to see her wearing a gown that should be fucking illegal.
I didn’t buy this for her at the boutique. After she started believing she deserves everything, she wanted to do some shopping on her own. Online, of course. Neither of us wants to leave this suite. This gown must be one of the things she bought, and I fucking approve. Just as long as she never wears it outside of this penthouse.
She’s wearing a gown made of dark blue silk, the kind of rich, liquid fabric that catches the light every time she moves. It brings out the blue in her eyes, but it does so much more. It clings to her breasts and skims down the curve of her waist and hips like it was designed with her body in mind. The neckline dips low enough to be dangerous without looking tawdry, and the back is almost completely open, leaving a long expanse of skin exposed from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine.
“Damn, you look fucking incredible in that,” I growl, my eyes moving slowly over every inch of her incredible body.
One slit runs up her thigh, flashing just enough of her long leg for my dick to stand up and take notice.
“I thought you might like it,” she says, walking closer, my cock getting tighter with every step she takes.
She looks elegant, classy, and far too fucking beautiful to be standing anywhere except in front of me. Especially after a bath. I never realized a bath could make a woman glow, but that’s exactly what they do to my mate. Being cared for brings out the best in Taryn, whether she realizes it or not.
“I like it so much we’re going straight to the bedroom so I can take it off you,” I rumble, leaning forward.
“No, not yet,” she stops me with a hand on my shoulder. “I want to be… adventurous.”
“Is that so?” I chuckle, unable to resist running a hand down her hip. “What did you have in mind?”
“Just relax,” she purrs, pushing my hand away from her thigh. “I want to be a good girl for my mate.”
“You’ve rarely been a bad girl since you stopped playing with magic,” I tease, my cock throbbing beneath the robe. “But if you want to be a very good girl, I sure as fuck won’t stop you.”
She gestures for me to lean back, so I do. I don’t know what she’s planning until she lowers herself to her knees between my legs and licks her lips. My dick jumps, pushing through the bathrobe enough for her to see the throbbing, swollen head.
Part of me wants to do the opposite of relaxing. I want to drag this beautiful girl to the bedroom and fuck her until she screams. But if my mate wants to be bold, I’ll let her. I’ve kissed and tasted her soft, pillowy lips enough to wonder what they would feel like on my cock.
I watch as her mouth gets closer, my dick throbbing enough for a bead of pre-cum to trickle down over the crown. She licks her lips again, then runs her tongue languidly through the trail, tasting me for the first time. Her grin tells me she likes it. The way she opens her mouth and pulls the head between her lips tells me she wants more.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” I groan, long and low, my eyes closing and my hips moving as she begins to suckle the swollen head.
I could be rough and aggressive. I could grab her hair, shove my dick down her throat, and fuck her hot little mouth until she’s swallowing my seed. But I control myself. My mate is being adventurous but she is inexperienced, so I should let her move at her own pace. It’s not easy to keep my wolf under control, especially with the mating bond riding me so hard I can’t think straight.
Taryn sucks gently, then opens her mouth wider and lets a few inches grace her saliva-coated tongue. I grab the arm of the sofa with one hand, the other hand tangling in her auburn hair. I won’t force it. Not yet. I just want to feel her movements and guide them if I need to. It usually takes me a long time to come like this, but if my mate wants a bellyful of cum, I’m more than happy to oblige.
“Mmmmmm,” I hum, my hand still tangled in her hair. She takes more of my length into her mouth and I groan with satisfaction. “That’s a good girl. You’re doing it perfectly.”
I heap on the praise once her lips begin moving faster, practically devouring half of my length every time she glides down my thick shaft. Her tongue caresses the sensitive underside beautifully while her warm, wet mouth sucks on the hard flesh. The pleasure builds, making my balls tight, but I’m enjoying it too much to spill my seed so soon.
“If you want to be a really good girl, you need to swallow my entire cock,” I groan, pushing it into her throat and tightening my grip on her hair. I listen to her struggle, loving the way she sounds. “Go on, I know you can do it.”
Her pretty noises make me want to fist her hair to the scalp and choke her with my cock until she’s gagging on my release. This kind of decadent pleasure makes the mating bond sizzle beneath my skin, bringing out every bit of dominance and aggression that lives there.
But my restraint makes it better. I don’t force it. I let her get used to the way I feel in her mouth and throat. When she finally gets more comfortable and opens her throat so I can sink the rest of my length past her lips, I let out another obscene groan.
“Fuck me, you’re incredible,” I praise, my dick throbbing in her throat. “I wasn’t sure you’d be able to do it on your own, but you did. You like being so fucking eager for me, don’t you?”
She moans something that sounds like satisfaction, the vibration making my cock jump, then starts bobbing up and down on my length. She does that long enough to taste more of my pre-cum before she begins moving along my entire shaft. Her lips go from the sensitive spot below the head all the way down to my balls with every fluid motion, swallowing like the sweet submissive mate she clearly wants to be.
Her scent changes and I nearly lose it. She doesn’t just want to do this; she’s fucking enjoying it. That makes my dick throb hard in her mouth.
I didn’t think she was capable of being a good girl when I met her, despite her ironic last name, but my opinion has definitely changed. She is my good girl. My perfect mate, whether she’s taking my cock while she screams my name, or caressing it with her hot, wet tongue. Every time I feel it, I can’t help but gasp, my dick pulsing with pleasure.
“You keep that up and you’re going to get everything you’re begging for,” I growl, moving my hips to push my cock just a little deeper each time she swallows it.
She groans around my girth, meeting my gaze, the gorgeous gown bringing out the blue in her eyes. They’re so focused. So fucking hungry. Yet she’s still radiant and beautiful with her lips stretched wide, mouth filled with my thick, hard cock.
The pressure grows intense in my balls. I’m desperate for my release, but I need a little more. I fight against my need to force it and let her explore every inch of my cock with her velvet tongue. If she’s this willing, I’m definitely going to fuck her mouth, but not today. Today, I’m just going to enjoy this until she makes me explode.
“That’s it, you’re being such a good girl,” I rasp. “Fuck, you’re being such a very good girl.”
The praise seems to trigger something in her. Her lips stretch a little wider so she can slurp on my length. Then she sucks it into her throat, holding it there while she whimpers, moans, hums, and suckles. Her mouth feels amazing. Her tongue is unbelievable. Her moans and whimpers vibrate all the way into my balls, making them tighten even more.
Every time she swallows my entire length, I get a little closer, but I’m enjoying being edged like this. I’m usually the one in control. Even when she rides my cock, I keep her moving when she’s shaking and orgasming on my dick. I relax my grip on her hair, giving her more freedom to pleasure me as she wishes to.
The edging finally becomes too much. Her warm, wet mouth becomes too much. I fist her hair again, my hips bucking, muscles flexing, as I feel the tightness below my waist grow intolerable. Just when I think it can’t get any better, she catches a second wind and starts licking and sucking along my entire length like it’s her sole purpose in life.
“Oh fuck, Taryn!” I snarl, my dick throbbing until I finally ejaculate in her mouth.
My hot cum fills her sweet, hungry mouth. I don’t even have to tell her to swallow it down like a good girl. She’s swallowing my length and devouring my seed. Every time my balls tighten, and another thick rope floods her mouth, she makes it disappear while begging for more with her needy sounds.
When I’m finally spent, she’s still whimpering. Still moaning. Sucking my cock has clearly turned her on and gotten her ready for more. I wouldn’t be a good mate if I left her this wet and aroused without doing something about it. Her scent is a lot stronger now, sweetened by how much tasting my release turned her on.
“Did I do it right?” she asks nervously, still looking at me, her pretty lips red and swollen.
“If you didn’t do it right, you wouldn’t have made me come,” I assure her, reaching for her. “But all that did was make me want more, especially since I can already smell how fucking aroused you are.”
“Yeah, I might have enjoyed doing that more than I expected to,” she admits, rubbing her thighs together as I pull her to her feet, watching the silk gown flow down over her long legs.
I kiss her on the way to the bedroom and nearly tear the dress off her perfect curves before we get there. The only reason I’m gentle is because I like the way it looks on her. My robe is barely hanging on, so I shrug it off, letting it fall to the floor beside her gown.
I pull away from her lips with a gasp, sit on the bed, and pull her toward my lap. She seems excited at first, until she realizes I’m putting her across my thighs instead of making her straddle me.
“What are you doing?” she whimpers.
“I’m going to give you a spanking,” I say firmly, pulling her over the rest of the way and shifting her when she tries to resist.
“But you said I was being a good girl,” she protests weakly, even as she squirms on my lap with anticipation.
“Sometimes even good girls need their ass spanked,” I rumble, my voice low with lust. “It’ll help you remember why you want to be good.”
When Taryn asked about other things we could try, she mentioned getting spanked, even if she doesn’t deserve it. Considering how wet she is, this seems like the perfect time to explore that. I’m getting hard again, but I’ll be a lot harder after I turn her ass a beautiful shade of red. I gave her a way out, if it’s too much. Real punishment is different, but even then, red means red. This is just for fun, though.
“I won’t forget,” she whimpers, her protest even weaker.
I settle her across my lap, one hand firmly on the small of her back with my fingers curled around her hip to keep her exactly where I want her. Her bare skin is still warm from the bath, soft and flushed, and the position puts her perfect little ass on full display.
I run my palm over both bare cheeks, squeezing, spreading her just enough to see how slick she already is between her thighs. The scent of her arousal hits me hard. It’s so damn sweet it becomes euphoria in my lungs as we get closer to the frenzy. My cock jerks against her hip, already half-hard again from her mouth, and the knot at the base throbs with the first sharp pulse of need.
It didn’t try to form in her mouth, but it knows where it’s going next, and that will definitely end with her getting knotted eventually. Just not today.
“Fuck, look at you,” I growl. “Sucking my cock got you this wet? Or is it knowing I’m about to turn this ass red that’s got you dripping?”
She squirms, thighs pressing together, but I nudge them apart with my hand. The movement makes more of her slickness smear across her inner thighs. I drag two fingers slowly through her folds, coating them, and groan when they come away glistening. I bring them to my mouth and lick them clean while she fusses beneath me.
“The best thing I’ve ever had on my tongue,” I murmur, then lift my hand and bring it down in an open-palmed smack right across the fullest part of her incredible ass.
The sound cracks through the room, sharp and satisfying. Her whole body jolts forward, a startled gasp tearing from her throat. Heat blooms instantly under my palm, a perfect pink handprint rising on her radiant skin. I rub it slowly, soothing the sting while my cock thickens against her side.
Another smack lands in the same place, just as firm. She gasps again, hips twitching. I keep going, steady and deliberate, watching the color deepen with every strike. The sound of my hand meeting her flesh fills the room. Each slap sends a jiggle through her tender flesh, and every time I pause to rub the heat into her skin, she makes soft, needy little sounds that go straight to my dick.
“I think a spanking is exactly what this good girl needs,” I rumble, moving my fingers through her wetness again and teasing her clit. “Isn’t it?”
She moans and grinds against me enough to make my dick pulse before responding. “Yes.”
I raise my hand and continue spanking her reddening ass. My hand keeps landing sharply until she’s breathing harder, little moans slipping out between the slaps. I slide my hand between her legs again and nearly lose it. She’s absolutely soaked. Her folds are slippery, swollen, and when I push two fingers inside her without warning she clenches around them with a broken yelp, her inner walls fluttering around the intruder.
“You’ll have something else to squeeze soon enough, mate,” I rasp, pumping my fingers slowly while my other hand delivers another hard slap. “You’re getting wetter every time I spank your ass. Listen to that.” I piston my fingers in and out so she can hear how slick they are, the wet sound obscene in the luxury penthouse. “Your tight little pussy is begging for my cock. All because I’m spanking your gorgeous ass.”
“Please, pleeease,” she whimpers, hips chasing my fingers. “I need it more than ever. It’s… the mating bond, it has to be.”
“Let’s see if we can’t settle you down some,” I grumble, grinning as I reposition her, capturing her both legs under my right one, pinning her. “Or get you so turned on you beg for me without blaming it on the mating bond.”
I spank her again and again, and she cries out, her hips rolling back toward my hand like she’s chasing the sting. I give it to her. Smack after hard smack, alternating cheeks, building a steady rhythm that has her skin flushing from pink to a deep, glowing red. The heat radiates off her now. Every time my palm connects, she jerks and moans, and more of her arousal leaks out, slicking my thigh where she’s pressed against me.
“Ow, ow, oh, please, Victor,” she sniffles, moving so much she’s teasing my dick every time she squirms. “I need it… need you, please, please, please.”
My cock is rock hard, throbbing, the knot at the base pulsing and pressing insistently against her hip. I’m leaking steadily, smearing pre-cum across her skin with every shift of her body. My wolf is right at the surface, snarling with the need to flip her over and bury myself in her.
I stop spanking her ass and spread both her cheeks lewdly, looking at everything that is mine, even the shy little hole I haven’t fucked. Yet. I hold her open, making her endure my stare. Her pussy is glistening, puffy, a thin strand of slick stretching between her folds as I stretch my fingers down to pull her lips open. I land another sharp smack right at the crease where her ass meets her thigh and she squeals, thighs shaking.
“Fuck, you love this, don’t you,” I growl, voice thick with my own arousal. “Getting your ass spanked until it’s cherry red and you’re dripping all over me. Such a good girl. Such a needy little mate, though. You’re lucky you have a wolf who can’t get enough of you, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I’m lucky,” she groans.
“You sure are,” I tease, testing a light slap across her tender folds. She immediately shrieks and tries to close her thighs, but I hold them open with one hand and deliver another smack that grazes her clit. “A lucky, needy, good girl.” I raise my hand higher and make the next one sting.
“Aaaiiiyyy!” she cries out, jerking in my grasp, so I slap her a few more times in quick succession. “Yellow!” she shrieks.
“Good girl,” I praise, lightly massaging her clit until she’s mewling like a hungry kitten.
I slide two fingers back inside her and curl them, stroking that spot that makes her whole body tense. At the same time, I deliver three rapid, firm spanks to the same spot on her left cheek. I wait for a color, just to be safe. She sobs and her pussy clamps down hard around my fingers, more wetness flooding out around them.
She likes this part. We’ll have to work on the other part.
Once I’m sure she’s with me, I continue. I keep spanking her, slower now but harder, each impact timed with the thrust of my fingers. Her ass is a pretty shade of deep red, hot to the touch, and every smack makes her clench and gush around me. She’s rocking on my lap, grinding her clit against my thigh between strikes, chasing friction, chasing more. Her breath is coming in short, ragged pants. Little whimpers and broken moans spill from her lips with every smack.
I’m becoming more attuned to my mate. I can smell how close she is. Her scent has turned thick and sweet, like the cream on my fingers. My cock is aching, pulsing against her needily because I want her tight pussy wrapped around it. I’m growling almost constantly and the sound is vibrating through me.
Another hard spank lands right over the center of her ass and she cries out, hips jerking. I push my fingers deeper, thumb brushing her clit, and deliver two more sharp smacks in quick succession.
“Come for me, my good girl,” I rasp, voice strained with how turned on I am. “Let me feel this pretty pussy beg for my cock while I spank you hard. Show me how much you fucking need it.”
She’s right on the edge. She’s shaking, soaked, ass beautifully reddened, my fingers buried deep inside her while my hand keeps coming down in steady, hard slaps. Her thighs are trembling. Her moans have turned into perfect little sobs. She’s so wet it’s dripping down my wrist. The scent alone is almost enough to turn me feral.
“Oh god! Oh fuck! Victooooorrrr!” she cries out, pussy rolling on my fingers.
My dick spews pre-cum on her ass when I feel her come. I keep my fingers moving, stroking her g-spot until she stops jerking and crying out with pleasure. I slide out of her gently, but that’s all the gentleness I have left.
“Now you’re ready for me,” I crow, lifting her off my lap.
I drop her face-down on the bed, lean against her back, and jerk her hip until she’s in position. She’s still trembling from the orgasm, but this is what she’s been begging for. I hold her steady, position my cock, and enter her with a brutal thrust. Hard enough to knock the wind out of her and silence the squeal that dies on her lips.
The first few thrusts are softer, just so I can get my dick coated with her delicious arousal. Once it is, every thrust is hard and fast, rattling every inch of her gorgeous body while I rut her mercilessly. She doesn’t try to hold her orgasm, and that’s probably a good thing. I’d fuck it out of her too fast anyway.
“Yes, oh yes, this is what I needed!” she cries out, pussy squeezing my cock while I slam my dick into her.
“Exactly what I’ve needed since I felt those lips on my dick,” I growl, driving the point into her g-spot. “You… fuck! My dick has been hard non-stop since I saw the blue in your eyes when you walked out of the bathroom in that gown.”
“I noticed you didn’t tear it off meeee,” she squeals, another orgasm splintering through her body while I fuck her. “That means… you want me to… oh god!”
“Wear it again?” I chuckle, loving the way her tightly stretched pussy responds to my cock. “Yeah, you can wear that to bed anytime. As long as you don’t expect to get any sleep.”
For so long, my body ached for this: my mate. I buried the need beneath the blood and what we called good deeds. Found comfort sometimes, temporary satisfaction, but it was never real. Never a bond. Never a mate. Taryn has brought purpose to my life. Direction. Protecting and taking care of this beautiful girl is the reason I draw breath. Making her scream my name is one hell of a bonus.
“Victor! I’m about to come again!” she screams, like I can’t already smell and feel it.
“Come on my cock like a good girl,” I command, slapping her ass hard enough for her to remember how hot it is.
“Yes, I’m a good girl!” she screams louder, her entire body shaking on my hard dick.
“Yes, you are,” I rumble, driving my dick into her. “Such a good girl, you’re about to get your pussy filled until it’s leaking!”
I let out a primal yell, followed by a throaty roar as I climax inside her pussy. My pulses send her over the edge multiple times while I pump her full to overflowing with my seed. It’s rare for a wolf to breed his mate outside of a frenzy or a heat, but I sure as fuck try. My knot even pulses a few seconds longer before trembling away.
“Soon,” I mutter, feeling the ache around the base of my shaft.
“The frenzy?” she breathes out.
“Yes,” I confirm, starting to move inside her again.
“You’re… not done?” she whimpers.
“Nope! We were just warming up.”
“Oh… fuck!” she groans, her pussy responding with a few more flutters as I move my hands to her hips.
I’m far from done. I need her like I need to breathe. I need every orgasm until there’s nothing left and she’s boneless and weak on my dick.
As needy as we’re both already getting, I may still be inside her when the frenzy hits.