I never got to the bed; Sycamore didn’t let me.
A gasp escaped my lips as I was suddenly pushed back, only to be held up against the door.
As our lips draw near, I can feel the magnetic pull, the anticipation building with each passing second. The world around us fades into the background, leaving only the two of us in a space filled with electric energy.
Our mouths meet and it’s an explosion of sensations. There’s a gentle pressure at first, a soft exploration but soon our passions take hold. Our lips move together in perfect sync, a dance of fervor and tenderness. The caress of his lips against mine sends ripples of pleasure through my entire being.
Our tongues meet in a passionate tango, intertwining and exploring with a hunger for each other. The taste and warmth of his mouth is all-consuming and intoxicating. The heat between us intensified, fueling the fire that burns within our souls. The kiss drew to an end and I was forced to pull away from him in order to catch my breath.
The sooner I had gotten my breathing under control, he grabbed my ass, hoisting me up while I in turn, locked my ankles around his waist. His mouth descended on mine hungrily and I rubbed my chest against his, eager for skin-to-skin contact. I want to feel him bare against me.
“Mory…Mory…” I moan into his mouth. He jerked away from me, wrapped his hand around my neck, nearly crushing it.
“I’m kissing you and you’re calling another man’s name?”
“Another man’s name? Sycamore, Mory is just a simpler version of your name.”
His eyes searched mine for any form of insincerity. I believe he found none because he released me. “Say it.”
“What?”
“The name,” he murmured huskily. “I want to hear it again.”
“Mory,” I whispered.
“Again.”
“Mory!” I yell.
Gently, Sycamore lowered me onto the bed and I laid there waiting. He took off his shirt and I feasted my eyes on his artistic body. The tattoos are a significant reminder that it is Sycamore, and not Sia. He hovered above me and I roamed my hands about his abs, enjoying the feel of his stomach muscles stretching underneath my touch.
Using his teeth, he ripped my shirt open. He discarded the torn pieces before leaning back to stare at me. My chest heaved with anticipation, my buds hardening.
But no matter how hard I begged him with my eyes to touch me, he just kept staring.
“You know, you could take a picture. It would last longer,” I murmur.
“I don’t need a picture,” he whispered. “Because once the transition is complete, all of this,” he paused, palming my boobs. “All of this, would be mine to touch and mine to enjoy.”
And to prove it, he lowered his head and covered my neck with kisses. He blew softly on my damaged skin and I let out a sharp hiss. Gingerly, he moved down, leaving a trail of kisses in its wake. He would kiss me from my neck down to my neck, purposefully avoiding my breasts. He blew hotly over my hardened nubs, eliciting a strangled moan from me. Heavens know, I want to be touched. I need to be touched.
“Mory.” I breathe out, looking at him.
He paused his teasing, eyes meeting mine. “Yeah?”
“Stop that.”
“Stop what?”, he asked as he ran his nose along my belly.
“Teasing me. You haven’t touched my breasts and I need you to touch them.”
He laughed and I wonder what’s so funny. He moved back up, and palmed both breasts. Overjoyed that he was fulfilling my request, I let out a moan. His mouth replaced his hand and my toes curled up in pleasure. My hands found his hair and gently I pulled. He sucked eagerly on one, while fondling the other.
He moved on to the nipple, overlapping the coloured areola with warm and soft kisses. I threw my head back, chanting the name ‘Mory’, like it was a mantra. Shivers burst through my skin and if he doesn’t stop, I might as well die of ecstasy.
Sycamore made sure my left breast was marred with hickeys before he moved on to the next, administering to it the same treatment as the former. I let out a sharp breath as an orgasm course through me, my claws digging into his back. My wolf likes him. I don’t know whether to be worried.
He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties, and locking eyes with mine, he yanked them down and I kicked them off. He grabbed my legs and threw them over his muscled shoulders. He kissed my inner thigh and I jerked forward, hoping to cover that invisible distance between his mouth and my pussy.
He forced me back down before resuming his sweet torture; blowing hotly on my slick pussy.
“Sycamore please,” I whine, needy for his touch.
“What?”, he whispered against my tender flesh.
“Touch me please I beg you.”
He didn’t touch me but his tongue did. I let out a gasp as his tongue slides into my vulva, sucking hard. His tongue slips expertly in and out of my sex and I can’t control the moans that escape my mouth. It’s like I’m in heaven in my own little haven.
He replaced his tongue with his fingers and I moan loudly as he increases his pace, pleasuring me to the core. I’m so distracted by his fingers that I don’t realize he has taken off his boxers and is now buck naked.
His hardened cock nudges against my opening and unlike Sia, he doesn’t wait for me to open up to him before he pushes his full-length in. His name leaves my lips as his veined cock moves within me, my pussy closing in on him.
His thrusts were nothing but gentle and I was okay with that because I have never felt this alive. He increases his pace, thrusting deeper while I claw at his back, my wolf getting the best of me.
Yep, she sure does like him.
He lets out a guttural groan as I lift my hips, matching his movement. It was an intimate ride of passion which connected us as one. I could feel him then as he came, releasing his load within me. I milked him dry, taking everything, he had to offer. My moans, along with his fill the air, and it sounds like music to my ears.
I’ll surely miss this, this exotic feeling but now it’s here, I’m going to enjoy it until I couldn’t no more.
…..
He…he just left.
After he had rendered me sore and sexually satisfied, he just left, without even saying goodbye. I waited a few minutes for him to come back, but nothing of the sort happened. His attitude to me after sex is a painful reminder that it was only a one-time affair, no strings attached.
But if that is so, why do I feel? Why did he mar my skin with hickeys, placing his mark of ownership? Most importantly, why did I want him to stay? He was bad. He made that very clear when he bit me, but why do I want him to do more than bite me? I must be losing my mind. Yes, that’s the only reason why I would be attracted to a blood thirsty hell hound.
Might as well go to the party now and get some of this depression out of my system.
I put on some underwear and a blue jumpsuit. “Don’t tell me that you’re going to that lame ass party.”
Ruarc.
He lingered by the doorway lazily, smiling at me. Dear heavens! Has he been eavesdropping?
“What are you doing here? Why didn’t you knock? I could have been naked!”
He laughed. “I wish you were.”
“So what? ‘You can ogle me?'”, I asked him.
“No, so that I can bend you over and take you from behind.”
I swallow hard, looking away. “You…you’re not supposed to say those kinds of things to me.”
“Why not? Crinka, I have every right to say dirty things to you and have dirty thoughts involving you. You know why? Because you’re my mate. And being blood bonded doesn’t change that.”
“Does being my mate also give you a right to rape me?”
Silence.
I laugh bitterly. “What? You’ve suddenly gone dumb? Or cat got your tongue? Tell me Ruarc. Did having a bond with me merit you to rape me?”
“I thought we were past this.”
“Past this? You want us to be ignore the fact that you, the so-called Crown Prince of this ‘great’ kingdom raped me?”
His jaw clenched. “Must you put it that way?”
“How exactly do you want me to put it huh? That the Crown Prince Ruarc Raja Lancaster, took me to bed without my consent? Huh?”
“I said I’m sorry.”
“Funny, because I don’t remember hearing a word of apology from your mouth.”
“What do you want me to do huh? Kneel and grovel at your feet?”
“No.”
He sighed. “I’ll make it up to you Crinka. I swear it. There’s a get together going on at the prince’s lounge and I want you to come.”
The prince’s lounge huh? “Is that your way of making it up to me?”
“Depends. Is that a yes or a, no?”
“Where is it?”
“I can’t say.”
“Then how do I get there?”
“I’ll take you.”
“Would Sia be there?”
“Do you want him to?”
“Maybe.”
“So, you still want to talk to him after all he has done?”, he asked loudly.
“What is your point?”
“I don’t want you anywhere near him. He hurt you.”
“So did you Ruarc, so you have no right to be pointing fingers.”
“Are you ever going to forgive me querida?”
“Take me to the prince’s lounge, then I will think about it.”