CAELLUM’S POV
Her words were music to my ears. She needn’t repeat them.
With the urgency of a man starved, I lunged at her, kissing her roughly yet intimately. Desperate to rid her of any thoughts beside me.
We kissed and kissed and kissed until we couldn’t. Literally. We ran out of breath. I dominated her in every sense of the word, ripping the thin material of clothing from her body as I made my way to fulfil her request.
Naledi writhing from pleasure was a sight to behold. And one I had no plans of forgetting. Her moans were soft, desperate and urging. Giving me all the confidence I needed to make do with her body as I deem fit.
“Caellum… please..” She begged, and I felt my wolf grow a tad more obsessed with our mate.
“Good things come to those who wait,” I said to her ears, biting an earlobe while at it.
She hissed, unable to take it. I think I just found a sweet spot. I could spend my life doing this. Discovering the many sweet spots she had and using them to good use.
She was putty in my arms. Just how I loved her. Unfortunately, I couldn’t deny her much longer. I littered kisses down her body hovering over where she wanted my lips the most.
I got to say I was a bastard. She opened her legs, rubbing against me, longing to have my lips on her core, but I refused her the pleasure. So much so that when her eyes opened, she looked like a woman starved, desperate for more action.
That made us both. The moment I saw my mate, I knew I was a gone man. I wondered if she could tell. If she could see it. How crazy I was about her. In my ridiculous way. Seeing I knew things would in time go south.
I shut out the thought as I kissed her cervix. Taking my precious time kissing everywhere but her dripping cunt. How did I know? I was fucking looking at it.
It fucking took everything not to lap up her juices and end this torture. Somehow she always managed to get the long end of the stick. I fucking needed to put my lips on her. Much more so than she ever imagined. I was going insane edging her.
It was a problem restraining myself from doing what any functional hormonal wolf would do at the sight of his mate dripping, writhing and downright begging for it. She was driving me nuts.
And as funny as it might sound, I was loving every part of it.
Seconds felt like days, and every kiss was more painful than the last. Crazed with lust, I threw off the covers and tore off my clothes. Naledi looked like she crashed from heaven.
If I wasn’t so unhinged, I might have laughed at the look on her face.
“Get up,” I stated, and she looked confused. “If you are going to get these lips then you would have to work for it.”
As though reading my mind, she went out of the way. I stepped out of my trousers and my dick sprang free, erect and painfully ready to play. I lay on the bed with my arms placed over my head.
With a lax smirk, I said the words that she’d been waiting all night to hear.
“C’mon princess. Have your seat. It’s about to be a wild ride.” Her arousal flared up in the air, and her cheeks tinted. My smirk turned into a full-blown grin. “Are you shy?”
I watched in glee as she wrapped her arms around her chest, pushing up her delicious-looking breasts. Teasing me to no end. “Cocky much?” She said with a smirk.
And poof. My snarky witty mate made her grand entrance. And boy did it do wild things to me. This was what I missed. That swift tongue of hers. That badassness she always exuded. That right there. Naledi Rogers and everything she represents.
My fucking mate.
I heard my wolf growl in approval as I revered her with my eyes. Memorizing every inch of her and committing them to memory. “Come here, mama.” My tone hinted at my desperation. “Let me worship at your feet.”
Now it was her turn. Naledi wore an evil glint in her eyes and remained rooted to her spot. It took everything not to maul her over here and have my wicked way with her.
As much as it was maddening waiting for her to make her move, I knew it would make the experience more rewarding. And Naledi did too. Because she threw my fucking words back to my face. And I couldn’t fucking do anything about it.
“Good things come to those who wait, Alpha.” She said with a sweet smile, her words were a bitter potion shoved down my throat.
I’d kill whoever the hell coined such atrocious words. The fuck? Good things come to those who take them! What if I died waiting? Huh? What then?
Naledi placed her leg at the edge of the bed, displaying her dripping core and driving me nuts while at it. My groin twitched, so much that she caught sight of it.
“As much as I’d love to have your pretty little cunt over my face, I wouldn’t be hurt if you sat on it,” I said and she looked at me like I’d grown another head.
Thats right. I was throwing myself at her. Sue me.
A smirk laced my lips as I continued, “Scratch that. I’d fucking be the happiest man alive. My lips or my shaft. All at your disposal. Whatever you choose.”
Her gaze fed my ego. As well as hurt it. How was she still standing when I was barely holding up with this game? Was I not attractive enough to make want me? To drive her crazy enough to bend over backwards to have me?
Just when I was ready to make my move, she spoke.
“What if I don’t want to choose?” She asked, but I was distracted by the motion of her fingers fucking her cunt.
I felt distraught. The sight of her pleasuring herself made me go over the edge. I could watch this all day for the rest of my life and I probably wouldn’t have enough.
But it was difficult to enjoy the view when it was supposed to be my tongue.
I couldn’t believe I was jealous of her fuckings fingers. I couldn’t lie. I really wanted to be in those hands right now. Fucking lucky fingers they were.
Naledi let out a traitorous moan, dizzy with pleasure while I watched the show, left out in every sense of the word. Her eyes rolled back as she slowly assaulted herself, making me watch until she couldn’t anymore.
“Are you done?” I asked in a cocky tone, holding a grudge. “We both know what you want. And as much as you think you can get off yourself, you know I’d do a more perfect job.”
“Seats don’t talk, Caellum.”
Naledi approached me, climbing over me with her dripping cunt in my face. Happy fucking birthday to me. I thought as she covered my face, making me the happiest man alive.