“I love you,” he shot back. “I desperately crave you in a way that should scare you, mate. Are you scared?”
I responded by reaching out and wrapping my hand around his thick, heavy length, stroking from base to tip. “Not scared.Happy. You were a very good boy,” I purred, stroking him gently as I watched his face to gauge what brought him the most pleasure in my touch. “And good boys get the rewards.”
His cock jerked in my hands as Kellan panted, his pupils blown out. “Pretty mate,” he groaned. “Please, baby. Please.”
I wore a near permanent smirk as I continued to stroke him with one hand, while the other pressed against his chest to shove him onto his back. I moved to straddle his thighs, and he groaned, “Baby, have I ever told you that you can do whatever you want to me. Like… whatever. Just keep fucking touching me.”
Sliding up his body, I released his length as I settled on his hips, leaning forward for a kiss. I sucked his tongue into my mouth, desperate to taste him, and angled myself until the thick head of his cock probed at my entrance. In slow, maddening increments, I sank down on him, my body still requiring time to adjust to his size, even after my orgasm.
Kellan gripped my hips, clinging on in a desperation that matched the tension lining his face and throat. But he never pushed me to hurry—if anything, he looked like he was enjoying the anticipation as I finally descended all the way.
Sitting for a second, to give myself a chance to adjust, my pussy tightened and clenched at the sensation of being this full. “I swear to fuck, you’re so deep I can feel you rearranging my insides,” I groaned as I wiggled my hips.
Kellan’s hands slid up to cup my tits, his fingers brushing across both nipples until they were hard and aching. “Ride me, pretty mate. Take your pleasure from me.”
My hips were already moving, swiveling and grinding against him as need stole clarity and conscious thought. “I want your pleasure,” I managed to say. “This is your reward.”
Okay, mine too, if I was completely honest. Still, I was determined not to come until Kellan did.
He thrust up into me, taking a little control as he continued to squeeze and caress my tits, sending me into a frenzy. My aim had been to watch Kellan fall apart beneath me, but I was the one losing it already.
Hunter never really allowed me control in the bedroom, and while I mostly enjoyed a more submissive role, it was nice on occasion to take the lead with Kellan.
Honestly, so far, whatever they chose to share with me sexually or emotionally was working, and I wondered about the dynamics when I was bonded to all five powerful shifters.
The thought of which all but took my breath away.
CHAPTER 37
EMME
“We’re going to shift into our beasts for part two of warmups today,” Slade yelled, and I leaned forward to suck ragged breaths into my lungs, pressing my hands to my knees in the hopes it would help keep me upright.
We’d only done three laps and I was wrecked. This shit had to start getting easier soon, right?
It’d been a few days since the attack on the council chambers, and while the witch had been taken in for questioning, she’d managed to kill herself in the holding chamber. Somehow.
She’d had no spells on her or means to stop her heart that they were aware of, but by the time they went to question her she was gone. Jewels had examined the body after, and was of the opinion that she might have been terminated by her coven. Again,somehow.
The other covens were being questioned, but so far, no evidence of another traitor had been found. Every time Jewels showed up at the house to update the alphas, the tingles in my limbs showed up with her, and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why my wolf was reacting so strongly to magic.
Not that I had much time to worry about it today, as I faced a row of half-naked shifters. At least until a broad chest encased in a black shirt blocked my view. “Time to shift, Snow,” Slade commanded, leaning down to bathe me in his scent. He always finished warmups minutes before everyone else, but never showed sign of sweat, fatigue, or strain.
The literal only time I’d ever seen him fatigued was when we were kidnapped and he’d had to battle that magical house in Silver City for our freedom.
Despite the cooler weather, I’d come out today in a sports bra and long athletic tights. When my fingers skimmed the base of the bra, Slade’s eyes darkened. “You’re not going to turn around?” I teased.
His response was to lift his shirt, dragging the material up the full length of his ripped torso. Somehow, I managed to keep my tongue in my mouth. “Not a chance, Snow. I’m your security detail, remember? I can’t take my eyes off you.”
“Well,” I choked out, “just call me your security detail then too.”
And could I just say I was very happy with my new position.
His dragon tattoos now reminded me of Slade and Talon, as the dark and light faced off against each other in their beast forms. I had different theories about what this permanent mark on Slade’s body meant now. I believed that a part of his essence had known all along that there was a missing piece of his soul out there. His twin soul.
When he dropped his hands to his pants, unbuttoning them, my gaze dropped with that movement. This was also the moment I had to lean down and shuck my tights off, which left me closer to eye level with beast number two. Which was still massive. Still pierced. Still terrifying.
Even if those piercings did form a ladder I needed to climb with my tongue…
