I knew he didn’t want to hurt me or provoke any bad memories, but damn if I didn’t want him to use my mouth like he meant it. I didn’t want him holding back like I was delicate enough to break at the first sign of his true nature. Fuck that. Suddenly, watching him lose control was my goal. I grabbed his hips and dug my fingernails into his buttocks, pulling him forward as my mouth took his length. After a few passes and my fingernails digging into his hard backside, he got the message.
“You want me to fuck your mouth?”
My nostrils flared, and I tugged him forward harder in answer.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned and slipped a hand over my head, grabbing my hair and holding me still. I growled mydissatisfaction and snarled up at him. His hold tightened, his chest heaving. “Remember, you tap my leg—hard, if you need me to stop because, fuck me, Butterfly, I won’t be holding back. Not when you’ve given me permission.”
His hand allowed me enough control to move a little, but there was no denying who was setting the pace. He started slower and without much force, probably giving me time to get used to him, but that only frustrated me more, and I was soon fighting his hold on my head and pulling him deeper. It was hot as all hell, his moans and curses spurring me on until I was yanking his hips forward harder and demanding more. His curses became louder, and he chanted something in Fae under his breath over and over. I had no idea what it was. All I cared about was how fucking good this felt, making him lose his famous control. His hips thrust forward hard, forcing his length down my throat. I did my best to relax my throat muscles and he drove his cock into my mouth until sweat was pouring from us, and my pussy was throbbing and slick.
“Oh, gods, Butterfly, I’m going to come. If you don’t want that, tap my thigh.”
I kept my hands in place, holding his flexing buttocks, and pulled him into me harder, sucking as if my life depended on it. With my unspoken demand, he thrust his other hand into my hair and tightened his hold, completely in control now. I moaned as he fucked my mouth until the warm salty tang of his release filled me. And I swallowed every drop. In the back of my mind, I’d wondered if it would disgust me as much as all the previous times. It didn’t. It was nothing like that. I loved it. All of it, from the way I felt more in control and sexy on my knees than I ever had while making this mighty Alpha moan and shudder through his release to the way he gripped my hair just the right side of too painful.
Slowly, his hips stopped, and I reluctantly let him go. But before I could mourn his loss, he lifted me into his arms and kissed me.
“Holy Mother Wolf, that was…amazing. You look so fucking gorgeous on your knees with my cock in your mouth.” He kissed me again, his tongue owning me. “Damn, I love the taste of me in your mouth.”
With a possessive light in his eyes, he walked across the room, lowering me onto the bed. A feral snarl curled his lips, revealing his long canines. My gaze snagged on them. So sharp and beautiful…I wanted them in my neck, I wanted him to make me his, and the need to mark him as mine, slammed into me, my wolf howling, but I knew I wasn’t ready for that yet. No matter how much she wanted it, my wolf wasn’t strong enough to mate yet. She was getting there, but until I could shift again, I couldn’t mark my mate.
Stone pinched my nipple, bringing me back to him. “Now it’s my turn. So hold on because there will be no room for thoughts of anything but me.”
And damn, was he right. Before long, his talented tongue drove me wild, and I was crying out his name.
Chapter 20
Stone
It had been ten days since we’d arrived at the cottage, and I don’t think I’d ever been happier. Our days were spent exploring the forest, swimming in the dell, or lazing in the sun. We’d walked into the village a couple of times, but there were very few people I recognised there, so I mostly avoided it. There was no point in inviting questions. This morning, though, I could see my Butterfly twitching. I studied her as she picked a blade of grass and started shredding it, her leg bouncing up and down. I pretended not to notice, wondering if she’d tell me what was bothering her of her own accord or if I’d have to use some persuasion to uncover why she was wound up.
I’d not hidden my conversation with Connor over the comms device this morning, but I wondered if hearing about the escalation of the vampire war had made her consider home and what that meant to her now. Connor had asked about her, and even Ember had come on and asked questions. Shannon had vigorously shaken her head when Ember asked to talk to her. I wouldn't make Shannon talk when she didn’t want to, so I’d liedabout her being out for a walk and told them she was doing well. Connor had growled, and I was certain he was about to call me on my bullshit when he grunted. It was clear Ember had elbowed him to shut him up.
“Don’t worry, Stone, just tell her we love her and are looking forward to her coming home,” she said before ending the call.
Home. Looking at Shannon, I wondered if she even saw the Scottish compound as home anymore. Especially as she’d seemed unsettled since that phone call.
“Will you…train with me?” She blurted the question, breaking my inner monologue. Carefully, I put down the thriller I’d been reading, my heart squeezing. We’d had sex, plenty of it, and I’d introduced Shan to the kind of dominance I loved. She’d responded beautifully to it, but ultimately, she knew she controlled what we did.This was the first time she’d asked for something outside of sex. I cocked my head, really looking at her. Her leg kept bouncing, and she bit the side of her thumbnail, staring out at the forest. My eyes narrowed. This wasn’t about training. She was upset.
“Train?” I asked slowly, watching her reactions carefully.
“Yeah, you know. Fight. Weapons. No weapons. Whatever.”
“Yeah, I know. What I don’t know is why? You’ve not mentioned training since we got here. And you didn’t train much—before.”
She tensed, but as much as I didn’t want to upset her, there was no point in sugar-coating what had happened. I hadn’t been the only one to notice that Shan’s physical state had slipped as her addiction had taken hold. It was one of the reasons Connor had ordered us to Hope. Sending Shannon to make sure her sister was cared for properly by Rawson had just been an excuse to get her away from the team before she got someone, especially herself, killed. We’d both hoped a change of scenery would help. Ultimately, it hadn’t.
My fingers curled into my palms, hating that I’d just stood by and watched my mate become physically weak and hadn’t done shit to stop it. Connor wouldn't let her return to her job until she was in far better shape. She knew it, yet her body language didn’t scream excitement about training. If anything, she looked like she wanted to run from her suggestion at one hundred miles an hour.
“Course I haven’t!” she snapped, a fine sheen of sweat on her top lip. “I’ve been recovering. But I’m better now, and I need to get fit if I’m going to get back to my job—and be strong enough to shift.”
Ah.I cocked my head and inhaled as I studied her. My wolf whined, and I had to agree with him. Fighting wasn’t what she needed. I stood up, towering over her. She glanced up, her pupils wide, her fingers curled into fists. There was a hard set to her jaw as if she was clenching her teeth.
“Well?” I cocked a brow, my decision made. “If you want to...fight, you need to get off your arse.” I stalked away into the woods, confident she’d follow. Deep down, Shannon wanted a peaceful existence, and the conflict I’d just witnessed on her face unsettled me. I didn’t go far, not liking the constant feeling of being watched despite sending my magic out and finding nothing. When I found a suitable bit of forest, I turned. Shan stopped about six feet away, biting her bottom lip.
“What do you really want, Butterfly?” I narrowed my eyes, squaring my shoulders and folding my arms across my chest. “You know I won’t ask again.”
She shuffled on her feet, not looking at me. I could sense her distress, her fear. I growled. My wolf wasn’t happy about it either.
“Okay then.” I breathed out and shifted. Pushing her was the only way to solve this. She said she wanted to fight, but she didn’t. If anything, she needed my Alpha side more than ever.
