Page 41 of Midnight Deception

While he could choose to be with someone else, now that the bond has made itself known, it would make all others pale in comparison to his mate, meaning his declaration is probably fuelled by the bond and not his own feelings. However, while I’m lost in the feel of him, a wave of possessiveness crashes over me, the need to make him realise once and for all.

“You’re mine.”

I feel him stiffen as I claim him, like he’s going to protest then realises that it’s pointless. We were literally made for each other, and we’ve proved that we can’t keep away from one another.

“And you will be mine.” Lowering his head, he kisses my lips once before working his way down my neck and over the swell of my breasts. My body flushes at his declaration, at the certainty I hear in his voice. His tongue flicks out and drags down the length of my stomach, and I don’t know why, but the sensation seems heightened and more intense. He only stops when he reaches my pyjama shorts.

Hooking his fingers over the waistband, he slides them down until I’m totally bare before him. Exposed like this, I should feel embarrassed, but his look of pure male satisfaction gives me confidence. He makes a deep rumble in his throat, and if I didn’t know otherwise, I’d guess he was a werewolf from his animalistic reactions. The noise sends chills through me, and my thighs try to clamp together to give me some friction and relieve the ache that’s building between my legs.

Giving me a stern look, he tuts and pries my legs back open, staring down at my most intimate parts like a starving man might look at a meal. “Never hide yourself from me,” he orders, and before I have a chance to reply, he lowers himself and presses kisses along my inner thigh. All rational thought leaves me to focus fully on the path his mouth takes, stealing my breath when his tongue starts licking my pussy. He makes long, languid strokes, feasting upon me and dipping his tongue into my entrance, making me squirm beneath him.

When his tongue finally reaches my clit, my hands ball into fists in the sheets and my back arches, the pleasure shooting right down to my toes as he flicks the bundle of nerves. I feel alive, every cell in my body alight.

“When we can finally bond,” he tells me between licks, his voice rumbling along the sensitive skin, “I’m going to mark you as mine.” A finger enters me, but there’s next to no resistance with how fucking aroused I am, so he adds another two, making me moan at the feeling. “I’m going to come in you so freaking much that everyone will know whom you belong to.”

His words only turn me on even further, conjuring all sorts of images and situations between the two of us, his cum dripping down my legs.

“You’re so wet for me,” he moans, and I notice his breathing has quickened. A quick glance tells me he’s stroking himself with his free hand, his huge cock reaching out towards me. A tiny whimper escapes me. I want him so badly, want him to fill me up and claim me, but I also know it’s not the right time.

Twisting his fingers inside me, he shifts them so he hits my G-spot with every thrust of his hand. I’m close now, so fucking close, and his low chuckle lets me know that he can tell.

“That’s it, little wolf,” he coos. “Come on my fingers, clamp down on me and imagine it’s my dick stretching you.”

That’s all I need to push me over the edge, the orgasm hitting me so hard it takes my breath away.

“That’s it, good girl,” his voice is practically a purr as my body shudders with its release. When I finally open my eyes, I see him staring at me with a twisted smile. “So fucking beautiful.”

Sitting up, I see his cock standing proudly and practically begging for attention. He sits back on his heels, watching me with that same smirk, but I see uncertainty flash in his eyes that he attempts to hide. Crawling towards him, I practically sit in his lap as I kneel and press my lips to his, tasting myself from where he’d been feasting on me.

When I grasp his cock in my hand, he groans into my mouth as it twitches at a simple touch. It’s not the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, but it’s wide, and just the thought of it filling me has desire stirring in me again. He’s so hard, and knowing that I’m responsible for that gives me a sense of power that has my lips turning up. Breaking our kiss, I shuffle back and get into position, licking the head of his cock and humming at the salty precum waiting for me there. I’ve never understood some women’s fascination with cum, but there’s something about the taste of my mates in my mouth that is so freaking satisfying, and I find it addictive.

“Laelia,” he moans, sounding pained. Worried I’m hurting him, I pause and look up. His head is thrown back, and his eyes are shut in pleasure.

Now it’s my turn to be smug. Gripping his base tightly, I pump him firmly a few times. “You tasted me, I want my turn,” I tell him in my cockiest voice.

Slowly, he opens his eyes and raises a single brow as he takes in my new sense of confidence, his lips twitching up in a challenge.

“You better get to it then, little wolf.” His weighted suggestion and new little pet name for me make tingles spread across my body.

Lowering, I take him into my mouth and sink down experimentally, testing his size and squeezing the base of his cock as I go. He tastes so good. Pressing the tip of my tongue against his shaft, I apply pressure as I work my way up his length, releasing him with a soft pop. Flattening my tongue, I lick him from base to tip, circling around the head to get as much of his taste as I can. Wrapping my lips around him again, I bob my head and suck him down a little deeper with each pass.

His hands have been balled into fists since I started, and I know it’s because he’s trying to hold himself back. I understand, because I’m struggling to hold back my side of the bond as well. Being this close, this intimate, andnotbonding goes against our very natures. However, when his hips start bucking a little to match my movements, I know he’s close, especially when I feel one of his hands sliding up into my hair and fisting it. I deep throat him as he sinks in farther.

I know it won’t be long now, and as his cock twitches in my mouth, I know I was right. Hot spurts of cum land on my tongue as he pulses, his orgasm hitting him hard, and a drawn-out groan of pleasure escapes his throat.

When he pulls from my mouth, I sit back and look him over in satisfaction. He’s slumped, and his chest is heaving as he tries to settle his breathing. Feeling my attention on him, he looks up, and his silver eyes seem to shimmer in the light, an exhausted but sated expression written across his face. My chest feels tight, and my bond is protesting, but I push it down. Suddenly, I remember that I’m totally naked, and now that our needs have been met, I’m worried things will be awkward between us. I mean, has anything really changed?

As if he can feel my rising panic, he moves over and wraps his arms around me. I think he’s going in for a hug, but he actually throws himself back onto the pillows, taking me with him. A tiny, surprised shriek escapes me, followed by a very girly giggle. He fusses as he pulls my back against his chest, wrapping a leg over mine and banding his arm around me. A hum of satisfaction that sounds very much like a purr, rumbles from my chest.

He settles behind me, pulling the covers over us and holding me tightly, a content sounding sigh ruffling my hair as he rests his chin on top of my head.

“This doesn’t mean I like you, little wolf,” he murmurs sleepily. There’s no real venom in his voice, and I know there’s still alongway for us to go before we can even consider being mates.

This doesn’t stop the stupid, dopey smile that crosses my lips, though, and I’m glad that I’m facing away from him as I reply, “The feeling’s mutual, witch.”

ChapterSixteen

Wearing a simple, forest green shift dress, I wait for Kano to arrive and take me to see Nicolai. I stare out of the window in the reception room, watching the birds fly by. Jealousy twists in my stomach.I wish I could fly away and escape this place. The thought isn’t a new one, something I’ve wished for since I arrived here, however it doesn’t sit as true as it used to. Things are much more complicated now. There’s no way I can leave until I figure out a way to get both myself and Nicolai out of here. He’s already been caught up in all of this, and I won’t leave him behind.

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