“I did,” I admit as I straighten up to admire my handiwork.
Naked Torrez is a feast for the eyes. Silky bronze skin, muscles for days, a smattering of black chest hair that trails down to a cock apparently worthy of worship. My mouth and vagina water as I take him in. He stands proudly, an amused smile on his face, happy for me to eye fuck him for as long as I want. He trails a finger down the runes on my sternum, and my nipples get even harder at the soft touch.
“Turn around, my Witch, and face the wall.”
I spend about three milliseconds debating if I’m going to fight his command, but who am I kidding, I’m fucking dripping I’m so into what’s happening right now. So I do as I’m told and turn to face the wall, delicious anticipation unfurling in my stomach. Torrez pushes all my hair over my right shoulder and skims his lips over the runes on the top of my left shoulder. Sentinel magic flashes to life on my arms, and Torrez tenses for a moment.
“It’s okay,” I reassure him. “It’s part of completing the bond. It won’t hurt.”
I reach back and take Torrez’s hand and slowly bring it in contact with a flash of purple magic. It does what it has with the rest of my Chosen and sinks into him, eliciting a pleasure-filled groan from Torrez’s full lips.
“See,” I tell him, and he nips at my neck, making me moan in response.
Torrez trails his hands up the runes on my arms, soaking in all the violet strikes of magic that flash from me to him. He traces the runes on my ribs and then runs a hand up the runes that frame my spine. I’m so worked up that I’m on the verge of begging by the time he places a large palm between my shoulder blades and applies pressure. He pushes my upper back forward with one hand and pulls my hips back toward him with the other. My ass is now pressed even more snuggly against his hard cock, and I rub against the length, not able to help myself.
“I’ve been dreaming about bending you over just like this and fucking you just like this since you sauntered into the ring and challenged me.”
Torrez thrusts into me hard on the word “fucking,” and I have to press my hands against the wall to keep from careening into it. He buries himself deep inside of me, and we both groan appreciatively. Torrez doesn’t move right away, and I’m torn between needing him to and trying to figure out what he’s going to do next. He keeps one hand on my hip, and the other trails around my side, up my ribs, and stops at my throat. He bows my body until my back is flush with his powerful chest and then whispers into my ear.
“You feel even better than I thought you would,mate,” and with that, he starts to piston in and out of me at a perfect, punishing pace.
I reach one hand back and sink my fingers into his thick short black hair as he arches my body and fucks me so hard and so good that I can only hold on for the ride. His hand drops from my throat and cups my heavy breasts, kneading and pinching each one, sending more strikes of pleasure through me as he does. My whole body ripples in pleasure with each deep thrust Torrez perfectly delivers, and I’m torn between never wanting him to stop and begging for the building orgasm inside of me to pull me under already.
His hand drops from my breasts, and he reaches down and starts playing with my clit. I shout out, and Torrez growls encouragingly in my ear. “Scream for me, Witch. Scream your mate’s name while I mark you and make you mine forever.”
I open my mouth to call him abossy fucker, but pain tears through the top of my left shoulder, and then an orgasm slams into me like a freight train. I scream Torrez’s name, not able to help it, and I have no idea if it’s from the pain he’s responsible for or the pleasure. He slams into me one last time, calling out my name as his release flashes through him. We both ride our waves of pleasure, connected by body and now soul, and I sag against him as my release ebbs and my body tingles with satisfaction. He licks at my shoulder, and it soothes some of the pain he just inflicted there.
I look down to figure out what the hell hurt so bad. “Did you fucking bite me, Wolf?” I demand, swiping at my shoulder and the blood that’s seeping out of the puncture wounds there.
“It’s part of mating with a shifter,” he tells me casually as he kisses over the wounds that must be on the back of my shoulder too. “I have to mark you in order for our magic to blend and the bond on my side to be complete.”
“Well, warn a girl next time, will ya? That’s the second time you’ve bitten me, and it fucking hurts.”
Torrez chuckles and runs the fingers he still has buried in my folds in a slow circle around my clit. I squirm to get away from him, feeling oversensitive, like any touch is just too much right now.
“You’ll like it now that the bond is sealed,” he tells me, absently pulling my face to his for a soft kiss. “My wolf instincts will push me to mark you, but it won’t hurt you now. Many mated females say it makes them orgasm right away.”
Torrez pulls out of me, and I clench around the absence of him, a little sore. We both move to the ensuite bathroom to clean up, and I run my eyes over the runes on his sternum and swallow down the worry that starts to bubble up inside of me. I’m not sure if I fucked something up when I marked him. I hope that Ryker’s orgasm theory is right and what we just did together solidifies the connection just like it has with the others, but I can’t help but worry that it might not. I take the appearance of my Sentinel magic while we were together as a good thing and figure it’s all a waiting game at this point. One way or another, we’ll know soon enough.
I look up from where I’m washing my hands in the sink, and Torrez is watching me in the mirror.
“What?” I ask, my eyes bouncing back and forth between his deep brown irises.
“I just can’t believe that I found you. That I finally have a mate,” he tells me, his eyes soft and his voice filled with wonder.
I give him a sweet smile. “Am I up to snuff, everything you hoped I’d be and more?” I tease.
Torrez chuckles and runs a soft finger over the bite I now sport on my left shoulder. “You know, it’s weird, but I never could picture what my mate might be like or if I would ever find one. I felt inside like I was meant for more. That probably makes no sense, but I just felt like there was more out there for me than pack life and raising pups. I used to think maybe that was just my ego talking, but now, as I sit here staring at you, it all just makes sense to me.”
Torrez’s words soak into me, and they spread warmth as they move from my mind to my soul.
“It makes sense to me too,” I admit. “I never fit in any kind of way in the non world. I saw glimpses of more, and I knew I was meant for that; I just couldn’t seem to get there.”
Torrez nods his head, and I can feel the understanding radiating off of him.
“It’s strange that I’m all over here, like don’t mind me and my six mates, and somehow none of that actually feels weird to me at all. Is it weird for you?” I ask, watching him in the mirror. “You thought you’d have one mate and probably never thought that you’d have to share her with five other guys.”
He shrugs. “So you’re greedy. There are worse traits in a mate.”
