Chapter 32
Mature
Tiffany
“I always set you on fire.” I countered with a giggle. He kissed my neck above my mark spot, and it sent sparks down my spine. “That’s cheating.” I said holding onto his shoulders. I dug my fingernails into them, and he hissed in pleasure. I didn’t hurt him, but it was obvious that I turned him on even more.
“I wanted to show you somewhere private, but if you keep that up I’m taking you home.” He warned.
I playfully, defiantly leaned up to nibble his ear. He hummed at the sensation. I could feel him grip my butt with a flex of his claws. He was more the beast than the man at the moment, and I was playing with fire.
But maybe I wanted to get burned. I didn’t say anything. I let go of his shoulders to hold his face. We shared a tender kiss. He was rough, passionate and wild. It was the most passionate he’d ever been, taking my breath away.
Zayde kissed me as if it was our last embrace. There was almost a desperation to it. We left the barrier of the castle, but it was still heavy woodland underneath us. We weren’t headed in the direction of the village, but I could see a light out there…
“You’re so bad.” He mumbled. “I’ll drop you.”
“You’re going to drop me?” I said with puppy eyes. He nipped my neck, sucking it… I could feel his tongue lick me while he did it, as if he were tasting my sinful desire for my mate.
“I half want to eat you up.” He said biting my neck. I moaned. He didn’t draw blood, but I could tell he wanted to. “The other half wants to fuck you right now.” He growled.
“And I want you to.” I said feeling the rumble in his chest.
He grunted in response. It seemed I made him a beast, and it made me wet thinking about it.
Without another word, he began to slow to a glide. It became a gentle dive toward a candlelit cabin. I hadn’t really seen the grounds as much as I wanted, but I knew this was likely an outpost. It was halfway between a road that had no street lights, and Black Diamond.
When he landed, there was no one inside.
“This is my private study.” He said tapping the door in a pattern of 3 knocks 3 times. He must’ve locked it that way instead of magic words.
The living room had a fire that came to life, and the lit lanterns flickered that their master returned. The décor was plain, but rustic. The log cabin was homely and filled with various magical knickknacks and potions, likely things that preserved how clean it was.
There wasn’t a speck of dust, yet I could also tell that no one lived here. There wasn’t a fridge or food, but there was a wood stove for cooking, and hooks with a metal pan under it for dressing animals. That bucket had a drain and there was a faucet for water, so at least there was plumbing…
I half imagine there’s multiple cabins out here like this, but I didn’t really take in too much. I was lost in the eyes of my mate. They were red with his excitement, and I knew he could scent mine….
He held me in his arms, kissing me as he walked. I had my hands behind his neck, holding onto him gently. In the bedroom, the blanket looked to be a bear fur, since I didn’t see any hint of modern electricity or heating. I was gently laid on top of it, and he ran clawed hands down my shoulders, sides, and they ended at my hips.
I ran my hands down his chest to his waist, and pulled the rim of his jeans. I could see the bulge he had … And it looked larger, a lot larger. The transformation he went through changed him everywhere it seemed… He was a little taller now that I thought of it… Zayde also felt more muscular.
“Did you bring me here to ravage me?” I asked seeing his horns spiral out. That was new… I liked it.
I grabbed them, and pulled his face to mine. He held the sides of my cheeks gently, but his tongue entered my mouth as we kissed. He was already on top of me, breathing heavy, ready to pound me into this mattress.
“I don’t know what you did… but don’t.” he warned. I bet it was those horns…. I pulled them again, just to test it. “Ah.” He moaned.
“Do you like that?” I asked, reaching up and pulling both of them… I held onto them like handles, laid flat on my back. It brought his face to mine…
Zayde growled a warning, gently rubbing himself on me through his jeans. We hadn’t removed our clothes yet, but it felt amazing…. I closed my eyes, imagining his new girth in me… Zayde had to be twice as big as he was my first time….
He snarled between breaths, not speaking words, but showing me that I was right by sliding an unclawed hand down my pants. I arched my back when he rubbed my button…
“You’re already more than wet enough.” He teased. “What do you think of little mate?”
“How big you are.” I admitted.
“How hard I’m going to drill you?” He questioned. I let go of his horns since he leaned forward. I had my hands on his shoulders now. He kissed me gently on the forehead, then my lips. This time it was just a peck, but there was heat behind it. The unspoken words we shared were through our bond. Waves of arousal radiated from his actions, and I was nearly breathless already…
I couldn’t think of anything to say… I reached and rubbed his cock through his pants. It throbbed while he showed his fangs, mouthing ‘fuck’ silently.
I reached in his boxers. I could barely get my hands around it… He had grown…
I pulled off my shirt, while he took off my bottoms. With a firm shake and twist, his pants were gone, and his cock sprang out, released from its prison. He pinned me under him while he rubbed my button. The strokes were purposefully long and slow.
“I mean to make sure you’re ready.” He rumbled.
“I want you now.” I protested.
He silenced me with a kiss. He put three fingers inside me. They slid in with no resistance… It wasn’t enough…. The sensation of the mate bond mingled with his actions. I could feel his arousal through the connection, and it worked me up even more.
He sucked one of my nipples, and added a fourth finger… he still rubbed my button as he did it. I could feel myself begin to really climb, even though it wasn’t fast enough to make me cum. He attacked my left, then right breast in alternating patterns of pleasure, all the while I had my hand on his cock. With his motions, he softly stroked it in my palm. His muscles were strained and firm from battle, and the fresh scars were already healed.
“Take me Zayde.” I said putting a hand on his cheek. He looked at me like a dragon does with their prey… “I want you in me.”
He showed me that he wanted it too by his actions.
I arched my head back when he bit my neck from the invitation. He snarled as he did so, and put himself inside me with a forceful thrust. He pulled me across the bed to have a better grip, and I was on my side while he held a leg. He lifted it in the air as he had full access to my entrance, and he pounded me so hard that if he didn’t hold me, he’d probably buck himself out.
“Harder.” I said as he bit down harder. The pain sent waves of pleasure, and I moaned as each thrust filled me to the brim, hitting the back of my cave every pound.
His eyes were strained closed, gripping me in place as he roughly took me. It was how I wanted it… I knew my mate was no different than an Alpha. I wanted to be taken by him… I would never admit it, but I know he knew this.
“Harder.” I commanded. I needed more. I was so close; I could feel myself contract around him.
[Fuck.] He growled releasing my neck, flipping me around, so now I gripped the sheets. He held me aloft by the hips and did as I asked. I wanted to be ravaged. I was depraved… Nothing was enough, but the mountain I climbed was steep.
I got tighter and tighter around him while he became more erratic. He took me with so much force that he pounded the bed against the wall and I screamed his name when I came. It felt like fireworks, while he held me in place. he pumped ropes while he came, I could feel it inside me, and when he pulled out, he let out a grunt.
“Fuck.” He panted.
“I wish I could keep going.” I panted with him. I complained while he seemed like he could still keep going.
“I do too, but I don’t think you’re ready for kids yet.” He chuckled.
“Nah I like the danger.” I said wabbling when I stood up. Now he laughed at me.
“You only say that because you know I can enchant the water you little deviant.” He said gently touching my neck. He healed it, though to be honest if he didn’t, I wouldn’t care about having the coven see the massive hicky.
“I hope you can heat the water too.” I said walking with him to the bathroom here. It was basic, with a giant tub that had only cold water. I used the toilet for a chair while he used magic that made the water steam. It also slightly glowed red. If I did wind up with kids, I wouldn’t mind… maybe a century or two from now. I wanted to spend time with my partner first. There wasn’t a rush…. To be fiar this break was kind of what I needed.
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