Chapter 51

Anastasia gulped and watched him from under hooded eyes, very much aware of him and the blinding power that radiated off him in waves, only increasing in magnitude as he got closer to her.

“What are you insinuating?”

“Oh, I’ll show you what I’m insinuating.” He chuckled darkly, finally coming to a stop in front of her.

Almost as if upon instinct, she parted her legs to make room for him between them and craned her neck back to gaze up at him, holding her breath.

Despite knowing that this was wrong, even more so since he had a mate, Anastasia couldn’t resist. Not when he was giving her those bedroom eyes. The fact that they were currently in a bedroom and sat on a bed just made it all that worse, and so when he reached out and gently pushed her shoulders back, she let him.

“What are you doing?” She asked quietly, not daring to look away as he sunk down to his knees between her parted legs and began rolling down her leggings which were definitely more comfortable than fashionable but, in the moment, as he stared back at her with his tongue licking flicking across the seam of his bottom lips, she couldn’t bring herself to care.

“What I’ve been thinking about since the day I first saw you.” He murmured quietly and before she could question him further, he leaned in and buried his face in the sweet nectar that was between her legs, giving her a long lick from top to bottom.

When her breath hitched and her thighs quivered slightly but she made no move to stop him, only reaching down to bury a hand in his hair, Marcellus grinned against her lower lips before he dove in further.

While he had thought her sweet scent had tormented him before, it was nothing compared to how it overpowered all his sense now. The only difference now was that he didn’t need to hold himself back but rather, looking forward to the open buffet between her legs.

The only buffet for him for the rest of his life, if she let him.

Marcellus nipped and sucked, alternating between both as he stroked her throbbing nub with his thumb, grinning against her sex as she moaned and tried to close her thighs around his head. A low rumble sounded from deep within his chest as the sound of her moans reached his ears, only spurring him on further.

He was barely able to slip a finger in past the first knuckle before she exploded on him, her juices coating his finger as he pumped slowly so as to draw out her orgasm.

“What are you doing?” Anastasia hummed in confusion; her eyes locked with his as he made no move of letting up.

“What? You thought just once would be enough?” Marcellus snorted against her lower lips before he dived in again, hungry for another taste.

It was only when she had cum for the third time and on the brink of tears, unable to take any more of his wet, lavish tongue, her pussy and clit quivering from the overstimulation that she closed her legs and pushed him away, still panting slightly.

“No more?” He questioned teasingly, rising up to press his lips against hers in a bruising kiss but before she could reciprocate, he had already pulled away, was standing back on his feet and reaching into his joggers to adjust himself, obviously having enjoyed their little session just as much as her.

“I think three is enough for me.” She chuckled quietly, her eyes fluttering closed as she pressed her head into the pillow underneath her head.

“We’ll have to work on your stamina, my little spitfire.” His lips stretched into a slow grin.

“There’s nothing wrong with my stamina.” She denied and tried to push herself up, gratefully accepting his help as he helped her sit up and lean back against the headboard.

Even though he had just given her oral so good to make her cum three times, Anastasia felt uncomfortable being half naked in front of him so made the sheet didn’t drop, clutching it tightly to keep herself covered.

“We can talk about that later but Dalton just mind linked me about something so I need to go.” He explained with an apologetic frown on his face, seemingly just as disappointed as her that he couldn’t stick around and talk some more, having enjoyed his company more than she had expected to or was willing to let on. And not just because he had gone down on her. Multiple times.

“Oh, and one last thing.” He turned around just as he was about to leave, a serious expression on his face.

“What’s that?” She was barely able to whisper from where she was sat on the bed, still panting after having orgasmed twice.

“Try not to leave pack grounds for the next couple of days.”

“And why’s that?” She frowned deeply, shooting him a dark glare, not at all appreciative of being told what to do. “You make me cum and that gives you a right to tell me what to do and what not to do?”

“Of course not. I wouldn’t ever try to dictate your life that.” Marcellus shook his head, his lips tugging at the corner slightly at her defensive reaction. “But there’s been a few rogue sightings lately so I just wanted to make sure that you’re safe. You may not be a werewolf but I’m pretty sure most people see you as part of the pack in some way, so I just want to make sure you stay safe.” He lied expertly, not wanted to scare with the truth about females being kidnapped.

“Okay.” Anastasia murmured quietly. “Sorry for jumping the gun like that.”

“You don’t need to apologise to me. You never need to apologise to me.” Marcellus shook his head, an apology from her being the last thing that he wanted from her.

They were mates and while he wished for open communication and honesty from each other, an apology from his mate he could forgo. They were bound to make mistakes – it was expected, even – but the last thing he wanted was for her to feel bad for making a simple mistake, especially when he was lying to her.

The only thing that made him feel better was the fact that he kept telling himself that he was lying for the greater good. That this way, he was keeping her safe without scaring her but he was sure that if she were to find out, she wouldn’t see it the same way.

“And why is that?” She asked quietly, blinking back at him.

“I think you already know.”