Chapter 26

26

S pencer

The ballroom is huge, but any room feels like imprisonment. No matter how big, the walls creep in on me and I’m scratching to get out. The thick throng of people only makes it worse, hot bodies pressing in on me from every direction.

Soon, I can’t bear it anymore. But I have to for her, even if every bone in my body screams for space, for freedom, for relief. I grit my teeth and I endure it.

But then I see her slipping away unseen and so I follow her, her own personal protective shadow. I trail her out of the ballroom, along corridors and out into the cold garden, the frigid air like a slap to the face.

I find her peering up at the sky, wrapped in a blanket she wasn’t wearing before. The heavy clouds have cleared and high up among the pinprick stars a shadow is circling .

“I think she’s watching over me,” she says.

“That’s pretty awesome,” I tell her, rubbing my hands up and down my arms.

“And sort of terrifying too,” she says, catching me shivering and offering me a corner of her blanket. “I found it slung over one of the garden chairs.” I step in closer, so close our arms are touching, and wrap the blanket around us both. “I mean, what am I meant to do with a dragon?”

“Ride it, according to Barone.”

She grins. “Did you dragon-travel better than the broom?”

So she noticed that, huh?

“I don’t think that broom was designed for someone my size.”

“You are pretty big,” she says.

So she noticed that too.

“Fuck, it’s cold,” I lie. I’m feeling anything but with her so close. “Come give me a bit of your body heat.” I slide my arm around her waist and draw her closer, right in front of me, drawing my arms and the blanket tightly around us. To my fucking delight, she comes without a fight, although not without a little snark.

“You could use your magic to warm up, you know.”

“Yeah,” I say, feeling dizzy. “But this is more fun.”

“Hmmm,” she says, “it is.” And is that my fucking, screwed-up imagination, or did she rub her butt against my cock?

“I can’t believe you rode that dragon alone, Rhianna Blackwaters. You’re so fucking amazing.”

I’d like her to ride something else. I’d like to seal this bond between us. Make this all permanent. I’m sick of being so far away from her even when she’s this close. But I’m taking this slow. I have to .

“Maybe if you are well behaved, I’ll let you ride her with me,” she teases.

“And what warrants good behavior?”

She’s silent and so I take a gamble. One big, big gamble. One I pray on every star up there in the heavens pays off. I deserve some good luck, after all, even if I don’t deserve her .

I bend my head lower and bring my mouth right before her neck, pausing and letting my clouded breath brush against her skin. She holds her own breath, and I take another gamble and press my mouth against her neck, kissing her throat.

“Does this?” I whisper.

She doesn’t answer but I take it as a yes, kissing her some more and then slipping my hand under the straps of her dress, skimming the soft skin of her shoulders and then down to her tit.

“Is this good behavior?” I ask, rubbing the pad of my thumb over her nipple until it crinkles and stiffens. “Does it feel good?”

“Uh huh,” she says, her voice a little panty as she tips back her head, making her throat all long and beautiful. I grip it with my other hand and tilt her chin towards me, kissing her mouth this time as I massage her tit and she rubs that ass of hers against me.

I don’t feel the cold one bit anymore. In fact, my blood is running hot. If Barone interrupts us this time, I will let my beast take over and I will tear out his goddamn throat.

I kiss her deeply, exploring her mouth with my tongue, sucking and biting at her lips. I let my hand fall lower, over her stomach, feeling the waistband of her panties through the silk of her dress.

“You want me to show you just how good I can be and make you come?” I say, running a finger along the waistband, teasing her.

She bites down on my bottom lip and I take that as another yes, gathering up the skirt of her dress and then dipping my hand below the fabric and inside her panties, meeting a fine line of soft curls and then lower to the start of her pussy lips. She’s damp and sticky with arousal and the beast growls inside me, knowing we did that. Knowing that she wants us, despite all the massive screw ups. Maybe she wants us just as badly as we want her.

“Can I touch you?” I ask. I’m practically begging. The thought of this was the only thing that kept me hanging on in that hellhole.

“You won’t ever leave again, will you?” she asks me softly, peering up into my eyes.

“Fuck, no,” I promise, “never. I’m yours now. Both of us. And we’re never going to leave.” I dip a finger between her pussy lips and she jolts, moaning, eyes fluttering shut. “I’m sorry,” I whisper to her as I circle her sensitive nub, “sorry for everything. For every dumb, stupid, cruel thing I ever did to you. Sorry for being a dumbass jerk. Sorry for not seeing how truly fucking awesome you are Rhianna Blackwaters. Sorry for not being able to look past my own hangups and tell you how much you mean to me.” My voice cracks a little. “I’m really fucking sorry. I’m going to try my best to make it up to you – every single day.”

“I know,” she whispers back, color spilling into her cheeks, “and I forgive you.”

My goddamn knees nearly buckle beneath me and my head spins so fast I nearly fall. She forgives me. Even though she shouldn’t, even though I’ve been a giant shit. She forgives me anyway.

I kiss her again with passion and gratitude and something far, far stronger. I kiss her damn hard, flicking at her clit, until she’s moaning into my mouth, body writhing in my arms and then I plunge a finger inside her. Tight and warm, convulsing in waves around my digit.

“Fuck, I want you so badly,” I murmur. I know it’s dangerous out here. Any moment someone could notice that the feast’s guest of honor is missing and they could come looking for us.

I couldn’t care less.

“Yes,” she pants, “yes.”

I find the spot inside her and rub at it, holding her tight by the throat and using my magic to spark against her clit.

When she falls apart, I draw back, wanting to see, wanting to watch her face. All taut with tension one minute, then her brow unfurrows, her mouth slackens, her eyelids flutter and bliss and color sweep across her face, her pussy going fucking crazy around my finger and the noises she makes damn damn damn sexy.

I consider pulling her to the ground and having her right here and now. If she were any other girl, I would. But something stops me and it isn’t the threat of being discovered like this. It’s the need for our first time to be special.

I chuckle.

Special?

When has sex ever been special? It’s always been an itch that needed scratching. Nothing more.

But with her, I think it could be – I know it will be – a hell of a lot more.

So I’ll be patient again.

I withdraw my fingers from inside her, slowly, reveling in the way her pussy clamps around me like it doesn’t want me to go, and a long whine issues from her throat. Then I bring that hand up to my face. My fingers glisten with her arousal. It smells slightly bitter like all girls do. Usually I’d want to wash this shit off me. Usually I wouldn’t even be bothering with fingering a girl in the first place. Why bother with a pathetic entrée when you can plunge straight into the main course? But again, this is different. I have a desire to know everything about her – including how she tastes. And so, I place my finger in my mouth and suck on it like a baby with a pacifier.

The taste is tart and a little sweet as it spreads over my tongue and the beast goes fucking wild for it inside me, desperate to break free and fucking lick her himself. I resist him. We may have a better understanding now, but this is my time with her, and fuck if I’m about to give it up.

When I open my eyes again, Rhi has twisted around to face me, right up close against my chest, the blanket still a tangle around our shoulders. For a moment we’re just staring at each other and then that girl does the last thing in the world I expect her to do. She drops down to her knees on the cold ground and reaches up to undo the fly of my pants.

“We might be seen,” I protest, half-hearted.

“I’ll know if there’s someone coming.”

“But you don’t have to,” I say, “you’re not obliged.”

She smiles at me. “Spencer, do you really think I’d do anything because I felt obliged?”

I grin back at her. She has a point. I can’t see Rhi doing anything at all she didn’t want to.

“So you’re going to do this because you think I want it or because you think it will be good?”

She tilts her head. “I’m kind of hoping it will be both.”

“So just to clarify, you think sucking my cock will be good? ”

She rolls her eyes. “Do you want me to do this because if you do, you’re doing a really great job of–”

“I want you to do it,” I say, clamping my hands over hers so she can’t pull them away. Stars, do I want her to do this! Her mouth. Plush pouty pink lips. I’ve been dreaming about how good her mouth would look wrapped about my dick. And fuck, I haven’t had those kind of dreams since I was a pup. “I just wanted to hear you say it too.”

“Spencer,” she says, drawing down my zipper, “I want to suck on your cock.” Then she gives me one of her defiant looks, like she’s challenging me or something. “I like it, okay?”

Fuck, I think she just killed me. I groan and watch in amazement as she draws my stiff cock from my briefs and examines my length, her eyes darkening with lust like she actually really does want to do this.

It’s another fucking first. I thought girls were about as into this as I was into the fingering. I thought they said bullshit about your dick being magnificent and all that crap because they thought they had to. But fuck, Rhianna Blackwaters looks at my cock like she really does want to devour it. Nothing fake about it. All genuine.

This girl surprises me every goddamn day.

She shuffles forward on her knees, my cock head bumping against her cheek, leaving a line of silver precome trailing over her skin.

Then she captures my cock in her mouth and sucks and the fucking stars in the sky multiply before my eyes.

“Fucccckkkkk,” I groan. “Fuck that feels good.”

She circles her tongue over my cockhead like she wants to taste every inch of me and then she takes a hold of my shaft in both her fists and jerks me off as she sucks again, right into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks. And this girl must really like sucking cock, because fuck she’s good at it.

My balls are aching something chronic. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve fucked a girl, since they’ve got down on their knees for me like this, since I’ve even touched myself. At first, Rhianna was buzzing around in my head too much for me to even want to think about another girl, let alone fuck one. And then, then everything else happened, and once the pain had died away, there was nothing left. No more feelings.

Numbness. Only numbness.

Now every part of me feels alive. Like the way she’s sucking on my cock is bringing me back to life. Every nerve tingles. Every sinew snaps.

I don’t know how long I’m going to last. I want it to last forever. For her to never stop. She looks like a queen, a goddess, kneeling before me, her cheeks pink, her eyes dark, her lashes wet. I reach down and tangle my fingers in her dark hair, as soft as her silk dress to the touch.

I groan again, nothing ever felt this good. Nothing at all.

I want to last. But I can’t. I’m too freaking sensitive, too turned on. My balls tighten and I grunt, spilling my junk into her mouth and watching as she swallows it all down.

“Good girl,” I mutter, not even fucking aware of what I’m saying, so high I’m no longer sure my feet are even on the ground. “Good fucking girl.”

I close my eyes and revel in the bliss, suspended somewhere between heaven and earth, not sure I ever want to come down.

I’d begun to think I’d never feel like this again. And that she’s given me this. Something so many would consider dirty, depraved. The fact she wanted to. Me a mutt, a curseded. It’s too much. My body shakes and it’s not the beast attempting to break free. It’s something else. All the emotions I’ve been holding back, caging inside. They all come flooding out.

I drop to my knees before her, sobs wracking my body, my face wet with salty tears.

“Spencer?” she says, laying a hand on my shoulder. “Spencer, what’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?”

I shake my head, unable to speak.

“Then what is it?”

There’s the smell of arousal in the night’s air. Hers and mine and when I look at her through my wet lashes, there’s a dribble of my come running down her chin. It guts me, guts me completely.

“I don’t deserve this,” I say, truthfully, none of the good-old Spencer fucking bravado. The truth. Clear and simple.

“Don’t say that,” she says sternly.

“It’s the truth.”

“I disagree. You know how many guys want to be you, Spencer Moreau. How many girls want to be with you.” She raises an eyebrow.

“That’s before they knew the truth about me.”

“You don’t think being a werebeast makes you a million times hotter?”

I snort. “No, it makes me a freak.”

“A hot freak,” she teases. “I think the werebeast thing is incredibly hot, actually.”

I smile at her, blinking away tears.

“I think that makes you the freak.”

“Well, duh?” she says. “Five mates, pet pig. I’m a way bigger freak than you.”

“I like how freaky you are. I like it even more when you’re being freaky with me,” I say, wiping away that dribble of come from her chin and offering it up to her mouth. She catches my gaze and licks it off my thumb, tongue swiping over her lips afterwards.

“Well, shit,” I mumble. “I like it a lot.”

She smiles widely at me.

“I want to seal the bond between us,” she says and my heart goes fucking ballistic in my chest, beating so hard I think it might explode. And then it stops, screeches to a halt. Because I can read it on her face, that smile waning. There’s a but coming. A big fat-assed but.

“But …” I prompt her. It’s coming anyway, what’s the point in delaying it. “You haven’t really forgiven me.”

She shakes her head. “It’s not that. It’s …” she peers up towards the sky and the dragon circling high above our heads, “what if I’m not who you think I am?” I frown. I don’t know what she means. “The crimson magic, Spencer? What if I’m not good?” She lowers her voice. “I’m the Black Prince’s daughter.”

“Rhi, I’m a giant idiot. You know that. But one thing I do know that I’ve learned, there are no good or bad people. We do good things; we do bad things.” I close my eyes, thinking about how I shut her in that locker, wishing over and over again that I’d never done it. “We just have to hope we do more good things in our lifetime than the bad. That shows us who we are. And I know who you are, Rhianna Blackwaters. A whole lot of freak.”

She smiles again, giggling, and I take her hand.

“Wanna go get freaky with me now?” I say, my voice lowering about ten octaves with lust.

She’s going to say no. This is the wrong time. We should be back at that feast, mingling with all those people, attempting to find answers in this strange place.

She nods her head, looking up at me all seductively through her lashes .

I pull her to her feet and lead her inside.

“You know which way to go?” I whisper to her as we creep inside.

It’s dark and quiet here in the corridors, the sound of music and voices distant. Have they even missed us yet?

She peers along the corridor to the left, then beckons me that way and we stumble together, both of us with cheek-splitting grins on our faces, my heart hammering in my chest, my cock somehow already hard again.

Outside, one of the closed doors, she pauses.

“I think it’s this one,” she whispers.

I draw it open and poke my head inside. Yes, this one. Thank fuck for that. I drag her inside the suite and then the nearest bedroom, flicking on a side light with my magic and then locking the door with a spell I hope none of the others will be able to infiltrate.

And then we’re facing each other, those grins still wide on our faces. It lasts a second before we’re ripping each other’s clothes off. Actually ripping them, I take the neckline of that dress and rip it right down the middle, the pieces of material falling to the floor and leaving her in just her panties.

“Hey,” she says, laughing, “that isn’t mine. And I don’t have many clothes, Spencer.”

“Shit,” I say, smiling back at her sheepishly and rubbing my hand over my short hair. “Here you can rip mine.”

I offer her up my chest. She yanks the bowtie from my neck and takes my shirt collar in her hands, tugging with all her might. Nothing happens.

“I can’t do it,” she pouts.

I shake my head. “We are going to work on that, strengthen you up. ”

I cover my hands with hers and help her to rip my shirt right down the front, buttons popping everywhere.

“Jeez,” she says, her eyes swim all over the contours of my chest and my abdomen. “That was insanely hot.”

There’s no pause, though. Next, she’s back at the zipper of my suit pants as I’m toeing off my shoes and my socks. Then she’s standing in front of me in just her panties. Some silky lacy pair, a serious upgrade since the last time I saw her in her underwear all those weeks ago in the locker room.

“Fuck, Rhianna. You look fucking amazing. You should have been on the cheering squad. You have the fucking body for it.”

“Me? A cheerleader?” she scoffs.

I chuckle, kicking off my pants and my briefs. “I can just see it, bouncing up and down with your pom-poms, cheering out my name.”

“Spencer Moreau, take that back,” she says, hand on her hip in a way that emphasizes all her curves and has my cock dribbling precome.

“Uh uh,” I say, grinning at her. “I like the idea.”

“Never going to happen,” she says.

“Yeah, but I bet I can make you scream out my name.” I stalk towards her.

“You’re very sure of yourself.”

I grin at her. Then I bend down and go to town on those tits of hers, sucking and licking at her pert nipples. All those doubts and insecurities I was feeling moments ago out in the garden are gone. Being with Rhi is the most natural thing in the world. I don’t think I ever smiled, laughed so much with a girl before. Never had this much fun.

As I French-kiss her tit, I slide her panties down her backside and she gives it a little wiggle, the globes of her ass jiggling. I take them both in my hands and squeeze. Hard.

“Jeez, Spencer!” she cries out.

And I swing up to standing and grin again.

“Bingo!”

“What?” she says.

“Made you cry out my name.”

She whacks me on the left pec. “I was hoping you meant it some other way.”

“You did, did you?” I say, pulling her right up against my body. “In what way exactly?”

“You like me saying this stuff, huh?”

“Yep.”

“In the cock-deep-inside-me, fucking-me way,” she says, eyes locked to mine.

“Fuck,” I mutter. “I really fucking love it when you talk dirty. That fucking mouth of yours.”

I push her backwards onto the large bed behind her, take a thigh in either hand and open her wide, staring down into the glistening folds of her pussy.

“I better do as the lady asks, then, hadn’t I?” I step forward, lining myself up with her hole.

“Barrier spell!” she yelps and I mutter the damn words as quickly as I can. Then with a deep breath, eyes locked between us, I step forward and watch my cock thrust inside her pussy.

She moans like a thing possessed, her spine arching.

“Fuck, yes,” I mutter. I want to fuck her into actual oblivion. But there’s also the desire to make this special. To make this good for her. So I grind into her teasingly, slowly, hitting all those parts inside her, warming her up nice and good. She writhes around on the bed, pussy throbbing around me, moaning some more .

I’ve watched a lot of porn, seen a lot of girls put on an act. But this is erotic and I could tease her for ever, except soon she’s pleading with me.

“Spencer,” she moans, “Spencer, please?”

“Please, what, little mate? What do you need from me?”

“Need you to fuck me. Hard.”

I chuckle. There it is again. That dirty mouth. Not afraid to ask for what she wants. I love that about this girl.

I grind inside her a couple more times, partly because teasing her has always been a lot of fun. Partly because I love the way her pussy feels around my cock.

Then when she’s starting to spit and hiss at me, I fuck her hard, pounding my body into her over and over again, making the bed crash against the wall and the floor creak beneath us.

Maybe I should be concerned about someone coming to find us, especially when she gets louder and louder, but I’ve had to endure listening to this myself. Now it’s my turn.

“Come on, Rhi,” I say, “come for me and say my fucking name.”

Her hands fist the sheets, a tangle under her body, and she bites down hard on her lip. She’s close, so close.

I lift her legs higher, so they’re resting against my chest, shifting the angle, hitting her right where she needs me, and now she comes. Noisy as hell, screaming my fucking name louder than any damn cheerleader. It’s the biggest ego boost of my life, and I come right after her, spilling my shit a second time, only this time deep, deep inside her pussy as it squeezes around me.

“Stars,” I mutter as all that ecstasy sails through my body and that bond in my body soars and tightens, locks inside me and I feel all her emotions, all that bliss she’s experiencing reflected back at me. “Stars, Rhi, stars. ”

It’s done. The bond is sealed and the beast purrs inside me, the most content I’ve ever, ever known him.