I filled my hands with her ass, starting her motion against me until she picked it up on her own. “Is that what you want?”
“N-no.” Her adorable stutter was satisfyingly breathless.
“Look at you, special girl. How could I possibly deny you?”
My satisfied smirk hitched her breath. Spreading out on the floor of the closet, I dragged her up my chest and over my face. Falling forward, Evie braced on the door. At least the small room was good for something.
“I can’t. I’ll suffocate you.”
I needed her to feel her way through this. Prove we worked together for her pleasure and eventually mine.
I don’t need to breathe.I spoke into her mind as my tongue touched her channel again. She needed the door for balance, so I had one part of her busy. My hands continued my assault on her breasts and every pluck of her nipples brought a little more cream into my mouth. Evie ground down hard and I wrapped my large hands around her hips, holding her just high enough to let me work while she still got all the friction she craved against my chin and teeth.
Just like that.I encouraged her and the praise helped her naturally keep that stance so I could go back to her breasts and clit.Good girls get all the licks.
“Ward!” My name on her tongue had me fighting to not burst in my pants.
Good mates get to come.
Her thighs started to close on my head and I tapped her leg and they opened again, shaking on the edge of her orgasm.
That’s it, my best girl. What a clever girl.
Part of me wanted to see if I could praise her into orgasm, but I took pity on her and pushed two fingers into her sweet cunt, pumping until she doused my face.
“Ward, Ward, Ward!” she screamed.
I drank all of her ambrosia down, my bear desperate for every drop as the mate bond thrummed stronger than ever between us.
“What was that?” Evie asked, her voice hoarse. She sat on my chest, a delicious weight against me as I regained my senses.
I reached for something funny, or flirty, but the raw truth came out instead. “I never thought it would be this good. Thank you for trusting me with this.”
Her smile wobbled as she slid down my body. No smashing, no fumbling. Her kiss was pure light against my lips. Tendrils of emotions not my own ran through me. They were still impressions, but the bond was stronger than before. I know she recognized it too, by the way she clutched me closer to her.
“So the Chain of Flesh is back on the table as long as I use it responsibly?”
Our laughter spilled over the broken cot, the brooms and the flimsy pillow until it filled the entire closet. That was how we fell asleep in the smallest room in all of Vinguard.
Chapter12
Evie
Miracle of miracles, Ward didn’t immediately toss me into the street. In fact, he gently brushed my hair away from my face and woke me up with soft kisses, which I returned. And with my sleepy nod, he shattered me one more time with his hand.
I reveled in my post-orgasm haze, amazed Ward slouched perfectly relaxed against me despite his raging hard-on poking me in the belly. That was the most incredible night of my life and I hadn't even seen said dick. My body kind of did what I told it to do. The things he said. The noises I made. I didn’t really have a frame of reference for what happened. For once I wasn’t completely hopeless at interacting with another human being, shifter, whatever.
I was seriously considering fulfilling Maggie’s order to get him inside me when Noora knocked on the door. I leaned against Ward as we talked to her in the doorway. There was no room in the closet. Desperation made her frighteningly efficient at getting us a chain that thankfully didn’t resemble flesh.
Ward still eyed it like it was going to bite him, but I wiggled extra close as I put the collar on and looped the rune-decorated chain around my wrist.
I patted his rippling shoulder in what I hoped was consolation. “Think of it like an enormous wedding ring.”
The groaning sound it made when the collar closed was more ominous than a wedding ring, but the comparison settled his fur and we headed out.
I looked back, expecting Noora to be waving at us from the Clam’s porch. Instead, I ran straight into her back. I took in her serviceable clothing, sturdy shoes, and her bag. She was suspiciously ready to travel.
“Don't even try to talk me out of coming with you. If you find Brightpaw, we're leaving this place together.” Noora’s mouth compressed into a mutinous line.
