“Please,” she whimpered again, trying to find more friction, something, for her clit, or even her g-spot. He was thick and pulsing inside of her, and she knew he was close, so if he just gave it to her good, gave it to her the way he promised, the way she had always dreamed, he would send her soaring right over the edge.
“That’s it, Little Witch. Work for it,” he urged her, although she didn’t need any motivation. She was so close, and if he would just apply a little pressure, do something, anything, to give her something to work with, she would be flying high before he even knew what hit him.
She didn’t know what else to do but rub herself against him, which was impossible to do in any way other than needily. He was already inside of her, holding her close, so she rocked her hips, just trying to get something out of him, to do what he needed from her. Was she doing it right? Was she being good enough?
“Fuck, Little Witch, I’m—” Henrik shuddered, and he moved his hand from her breast to her clit, finally touching herthere. “Take it. Every last drop. Fuck, such a good Little Witch, aren’t you, fuck, gonna breed you, gonna fill your belly, gonna take you like a bitch in heat next, gonna—”
Whatever else he was going to say was lost in his howl, not that she could really hear anything other than the world rushing around her as she hit her peak. It should never be this easy to orgasm, and was far from realistic, so she had to assume it was the mate bond, because two swipes was barely even foreplay, and yet he rolled her clit twice with two fingers, and she was falling apart underneath him, writhing as her screams joined his howl.
The sound ended on his lips, and then he was leaning forward, his teeth sinking into her breast. She knew he wasn’t drawing blood, and felt noactualpain, but it did feel uncomfortable for a moment, followed by him sucking on the spot, and then licking at it. A hickey. He was giving her a hickey.
And she was still... screaming? Or crying? Or was she simply frozen, motionless, unable to process what had just happened?
The sound of howls came from outside, startling Violet. She jerked underneath Henrik, who then rolled off of her, and they both sat up, still shaking from their orgasms. She could feel his spent cum on the inside of her thighs, leaking out of her, and she shuddered again, remembering what had just happened.
Sex. She had just had sex. And it was fuckingamazing.
“Shit, we must’a been loud enough for the whole pack to hear us,” Henrik muttered as he pushed himself up off the ground. “And I can smell food out front. Probably been there a while, but all I could smell when we woke up earlier was you.”
Violet blushed as she took his outstretched hand and allowed him to pull her up off the ground. Sex was far from a taboo subject among the supernatural, particularly with wolves who were often naked around one another, but to know the whole pack had heard her be claimed... Then again, if things had happened naturally, they would have heard years earlier. There was no shame in finally being with her soulmate.
“I could use a good cup of tea,” Violet said as she reached down to grab a blanket from off the floor. She was a little chilly, although the fireplace was roaring to life. If she had to guess, and there really was no guessing given her connection to nature, the ground would soon be covered with snow.
“Tea? Little Witch, it’s dinner time. We haven’t ate in two days, save for that bar you had in your bag last night.”
Two days without eating? No wonder her legs felt a little weak.
How had so much time passed? What day was it? Whatyearwas it?
“No more shutting myself away from the rest of the pack,” Violet promised herself... andhim.
“After today,” he corrected, moving away from the door he had been about to open and returning to her. “Because today, you belong to me, and only me. Tomorrow, you can be their witch again.”
One arm wrapped around her middle while the other curled around her jaw, then lower to the side of her throat. His hand kept moving, to where she had been branded by his bite, and she tilted her head to the side, giving him full access to touch her and explore her as he so desired.
“Only today?” she asked with a raised brow. “After so long, I think two or three might be more appropriate.”
“I love you, Little Witch, but I can’t sleep in any of the beds in this house, and that shower has to go,” Henrik answered with a chuckle. “But given that today is almost done, we’ll make it tomorrow as well... andthenwe can return to the rest of the pack.”
“I like the sound of that,” she agreed, and went onto tiptoes to try and kiss him. He bent down to meet her, and she savored his touch and his taste. She would never get sick of touching him,ever.
The rest of the pack might get sick of seeing the pair of them constantly touching, but she would never tire of him.
“Now, go find out what Mardoc brought,” Violet urged as she pulled away from her mate. “And hurry up. You promised to bend me over and breed me, so—”
Henrik walked into the edge of a table and started cursing as he half bent over, probably from the pain.Of coursehe walked into the table. For as confident as he might be in the moment, he was still her goofy silly boy, regardless of what the rest of the world thought.
But she was serious about that sex. And the tea.
So he had better hurry.
Chapter 30
“Massageoil?”Violetstaredat the bottle in her hands, eyebrow raised. When Henrik said Mardoc had brought a bag of things over for them, she had expected food, and maybe a change of clothes for him, given how he had been entirely in wolf form around her house. She hadn’t expected... “Are those handcuffs?”
“His mate’s scent is all over this bag,” Henrik answered with a smirk as he held out a bottle of water to her. “I think he had a little help in packin’ it.”
“Rope?” Violet questioned next as she stared at the next item Henrik pulled out. “I don’t think I want to know what they get up to over at their place.”