Page 78 of Hawke

Once her orgasm subsided, and her mouth eagerly went back to pleasuring me, I snarled, ready to release. “Give me your fingers!” I grabbed her wrist. “Don’t let go of my cock.”

I sucked on her fingers while her other arm steadied herself. She flicked her tongue over my piercing, and I felt my load flowing through my shaft until it throbbed, pumping into the back of her throat.

“Swallow it all, don’t waste a drop,” I cried, sucking her fingers as more and more of my come spilled.

She continued to suck, choking on the exorbitant amount of come until she broke free so she could breathe. More spurted, landing on her cheek and breasts. And fuck, if it wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

It spilled onto my stomach and chest, my cock far too excited to have the woman of our dreams sucking it dry. And hell, it was a lot, and it would be. I was a damned wolf not some human.

“Lick me clean,” I commanded. Her tiny tongue was already at work before I commanded her as she licked my thighs, my stomach and chest. Once she reached my nipples, licking the last bit, I pulled her against me.

I had her lay on my chest, our bodies in a mangled mess of my seed. My cock was still hard, my knot filled with heat and desperation to be lodged in her cunt.

As we panted, my hand ran through her hair until I took the back of her head in a firm grasp and pulled her head back so I could look at her. Her face was flushed, eyes still dilated, and her breasts looking delectably heavy.

“You didn’t have to do that.” I kissed her forehead.

“I didn’t think I had a choice,” she said cheekily. “You were so bossy; it was so hot.” Her chest rubbed up against my sweaty body. “Besides, I wanted it, and I still do,” she said hazily.

I took in her appearance once more; her dilated eyes still hadn’t returned to normal until I saw a flicker of pink sparkle in the whites of her eyes.

The bond was a powerful gift. It gave you the desire to please, to fuck, to bond with your mate, to search for that deeper connection you were always supposed to have. But this, this flicker of pink I saw in the whites of her eyes, was not a human trait, not in the slightest.

The tea.

Motherfucker.

“I’m still, really–” Delilah took in a deep breath. “I want more. I’ve always wanted more, but I want more now, even though I am so tired.”

Her eyes were barely open, her arousal still seeping down her leg.

My instincts were to go downstairs and beat the bastard’s face in for what he had done. He had enhanced the tea with some sort of warlock concoction.

“I know, Dede, I know.” I placed a loving kiss on her forehead. “Let’s get you cleaned up so you can rest.”

She didn’t protest, laying limply on my body. I chuckled, pulling her into my arms and taking her to the small bathroom on the other side of the room.

The only light was a hanging lightbulb in the middle. I pulled on the string, making sure my mate was still secure in one arm, and filled the enormous bathtub that sat to the right of us.

We were both naked, and both sated in our sexual desires. For now, anyway. Her body was still producing the aromatic scent of her arousal, making me want to take her all the more. But she needed rest. She wasn’t a shifter, and she would not heal like a typical female shifter.

What if I break her?

“You won’t break her,” my wolf chided. “That warlock is trying to prepare her body for your knot, as assholish as it was.”

“He should have asked,” I replied simply, turning off the water.

“That he should, but there is no denying he wants this to work between the both of you.”

I hummed in agreement, still wary.

I lowered both Delilah and myself into the steaming bath. Shampoos, soaps, and even expensive oils covered the shelves of the small bathroom with the overly large tub. I kept my claws short, as much as I wanted to mar her skin with love bruises. We tenderly washed her.

I didn’t like washing my seed off her. But until Delilah was fully immersed in my world, I couldn’t force her to keep it on her body. Not yet anyway.

My scent, the one that mattered the most, was still prevalent, even after bathing her. I’d be sure to scent her again and the whole damn room.

I didn’t think warlocks can smell as well as a shifter, but I would saturate the room so he would fucking smell it.

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