33. Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Three

J asmine

My heart feels like it might burst as Bold and I make our way back to our apartment, hand in hand. I can't stop staring at the beautiful wooden ring on my finger, tangible proof of Bold's love and the incredible journey that brought us together. To think that he gave me a piece of An'Wa, his homeworld, makes our bond even stronger.

As we step inside, Bold pulls me into his arms, his eyes shining with adoration. "My beautiful mate," he murmurs, nuzzling into my hair. "I can't believe you said yes."

I laugh softly, winding my arms around his neck. "Of course I said yes, wolven-mine. I thought that was settled when I let you knot me, when I let you mark me. I'd be crazy not to want to spend the rest of my life with you."

The mood shifts from one moment to the next. Downstairs was all about family and future. Right now is about the sexiest male I've ever known. It's about my need which somehow spiraled from interest to desperation in the span of climbing two flights of steps.

"That party was amazing, your proposal divine, but Bold, what I need is you. Naked. Now ."

His eyes flare, and though I've only known him a matter of days, I think I can almost read his mind. Warring behind those insanely beautiful blue eyes are two things: irritation that I'm ordering him around and a desire to rip off both our clothes. The latter wins as he undoes his button and zipper and slides his jeans down, his eager cock springing out, already hard and ready.

"You're the only person on Earth who can give me orders, Nira. From now until forever, when you tell me to strip, I'll strip. So use your powers carefully. Because I'll do it at the grocery store if given the slightest provocation."

"I guess that's the wolven way."

"You bet your beautiful ass it is."

Then he growls, his eyes shining from the moonlight drifting between the curtains. He leaps across the room to grip the hem of my new red Warrior's tee.

I half expect him to rip the symbol that I'm part of the pack, but he must know how precious it is to me, because he pulls it off with the utmost care. It's the rest of my clothes that land in shreds on the floor before I can find my tongue to ask him to stop.

The look in his eyes erases any regret at my mutilated underthings. Bold is part wolf, part humanoid, all beautiful, sexy male. I can't wait another minute to taste him.

"I need to taste you, Nira." His words are too late because I've already settled on my knees between his feet and am looking up at him with a knowing smile on my lips. There's no way this male is going to refuse my unspoken offer.

"Me first, Bold. Now that you've asked me to marry you, I can show you all my worst traits, like how very, very greedy I am."

He doesn't argue. Just the opposite. He chuckles as he widens his stance.

"If you insist, Nira."

I slide my palms from his ankles to the tops of his muscular thighs, having had every intention to make him wait, but I'm too impatient to edge him for more than half a second. Instead, I lean forward, breathe a warm gust on his cockhead, and then swipe the pearl of pre-cum nestled in his little slit.

How is it I'm already addicted to his taste? I'll ponder that another day. Right now, I want to make this male feel as though he won the lottery, though I'm sure he'd tell me he feels that way already.

Keeping our gazes locked, I grip his base, which, unlike a human, is a hard mass of flesh. Though it's not nearly as full as it gets when we knot, it's thicker than the rest of his shaft. He loves the feel of my hands and mouth on it.

His unsheathed claws slide through my hair as his lids close in pleasure… and I haven't even gotten started yet.

Cupping his balls, I lick his knot, glad he's not watching and won't see my superior smirk. There's something heady about being able to make this ferocious male pant through gritted teeth with just the softest flick of my tongue.

I lick and lap and pluck with closed lips, tugging softly at the skin just enough to gain his full attention. Starbursts of pride flare in my chest every time I pull a pleasured chuff from him, or a soft masculine moan.

When his hips make the tiniest thrusts, I suck as much of the meaty knot as I can, one hand still holding his heavy balls, sacs soft as velvet. It's only when his panting becomes louder, losing their rhythm and becoming wild, that I tongue up his shaft.

"Nira. Jazz." He's already lost his mind, doesn't even know what to call me.

When I finally open my mouth and take him inside me as far as I can in one long, smooth movement, his claws grip my scalp tight enough for me to feel the needle-like pricks. I'm sure he hasn't broken the skin. It's not even pain, really, just a message that I'm sending him into orbit.

I bob on his beautiful cock, as deep as I can take him, my lips as tight as I can manage, reveling in his response as he yips and chuffs and howls just loud enough for me to hear.

I know he's close, so I'm not surprised when he presses his palms on my head and backs away, pulling out and watching me. He's no longer the gentle male who cooks for me and combs my hair with his claws.

He's feral and fucking beautiful as he pants, backlit by the moonlight glimmering through the curtains. This male is power and grace and speed. Lethal when necessary. But right now, I own him. It's intoxicating.

"Bed. All fours." His voice is a raspy snarl. If anyone else spoke to me in that tone I'd be terrified, but this is Bold. He may be feral, but he loves me beyond this world and into the next.

I'm so ready for him to slide into me that I'm already on the bed and backing toward him, my bottom close to the edge so he can slide into me. Sucking his cock, making him lose his mind in lust, having so much power over such a powerful male was all the foreplay I need. His cock is huge, but I'm certain I'm slick enough to take him.

Instead of piercing into me, though, he tugs me even closer to the foot of the bed, presses my shoulders to the mattress with the palm of one hand, and leans to lick my slit from clit to my back hole.

I'm lost to him. My entire awareness has narrowed to the strip between my thighs as he licks, laps, flicks, and delves, all while making the kind of noises you'd expect of a starving man at a buffet.

His tongue is longer than a human's, and facile. He easily finds my G-spot, causing me to shout in pleasure. His strong hands are on my ass, unsheathed claws pinpricks of pleasure-pain as he keeps me from moving, maintains his control.

"I own you." His voice, a deep growl, pierces the silence, then he returns to his task of spiraling me higher with every lick and suck.

I'm rocking back into him, moaning, coaxing, until I'm desperate. When my, "Please, please, please," doesn't garner the desired result, I gasp, "Fuck me, Bold. I need you. I need your knot."

I don't think he planned on giving in until that last word. What wolven in his right mind could resist his mate's plea for his knot?

His groan, laced with a wolven husk, reveals he's given up his quest to drive me even crazier. Instead, he moves me farther up the bed, covers me from behind, and slides into me so slowly I'm screaming, panting, moaning. Completely out of my head with need until he bottoms out with a howling chuff.

Although his knot isn't inside me, he's so thick I feel completely filled.

He's bent over me, his sweat-slicked chest riding my back like a second skin as he pants in my ear.

"Love you, Nira." His words were halting, as if it took all his brain cells to say those three words.

"Love you, Bold."

He switches gears so fast, my lust-numbed brain can barely follow the action as he shifts from stillness to pounding into me at a punishing rhythm. He's taking me hard, grunting with every thrust. His balls are slapping against my clit, forcing my lust even higher with every plunge.

Gripping the spread, I get enough leverage to press back against him every time he pulses into me, as though his forceful hips aren't powerful enough. He's growling, I'm keening, until—both of us straining—his knot forces its way inside me.

We both pause, basking in the satisfaction of him having battered his way inside me. Without warning, my internal muscles spasm as I pulse around the huge intrusion. The orgasm didn't build up in increments. Instead, it struck out of nowhere with cataclysmic intensity.

Arching my neck, I lift my head and release a guttural scream of pleasure so intense an innocent bystander might think I was dying. But it's bliss, ecstasy, as every muscle tightens and releases as my inner walls milk his cock.

I've collapsed, my shoulders on the bed, my ass still in the air, accommodating my wolven's cock when Bold comes with a howl probably heard a city block away. His knot expands, filling me up as he sprays me with his seed.

We freeze. Neither of us wants this moment to end as we pant in unison, basking in the passionate mating we just completed in this bed. Finally, as our breathing slows, he eases us on our sides, still connected.

He nuzzles my neck, then licks my mating bite and huffs in my fragrance as one hand cinches around my waist and the other reaches under my head and lovingly palms the sweat off my forehead.

" Myshara, hawrl. Rorrn Nira rosh. I'm the luckiest male on this or any planet, Nira. I get you for the rest of our lives. I get you . I get this . I get us ."

" Rrovahl . Forever." I'm sleepy now. My speech is slow and breathy. "I love you, too. We have so much ahead of us, wolven-mine. I can't wait to share the rest of my life with you."