Chapter 37

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

CAELAN

W ren surprises me, by turns demanding and submissive, keeping me guessing and keeping me absolutely wrapped around her perfect fingers.

When she pushes me down to the bed with a mischievous look, then doe-eyed innocence, I wonder if she'll ask me to beg for a taste of her.

I would do it in a heartbeat.

Instead, she kisses my stomach, lavishes attention on my nipples, making me hiss when she bites them.

"What was that for?" I huff a laugh.

"All's fair," she says in a sing-song voice, wrapping her slim hands around my wrists. I love the way she looks on top of me, straddling my chest, all peaches and cream complected against my lavender skin. Her breasts are the perfect mouthful and I bend forward, trying to catch one in my mouth, making her laugh.

"I love your laugh," I tell her, breathless with want and something so much better.

"Good," she whispers, grinning before leaning down and kissing me on the mouth. "I like that you make me laugh."

"That makes two of us. Now sit on my face so I can make you come. Then I'll mark you, and knot you, and the only noise you'll be making is that fucking fantastic groan while you come over and over again around me," I growl.

"Mmm," she says, tapping a finger against her chin. "Maybe."

I half sit up, outraged, and she laughs again, pushing my chest back down on the bed.

"What if I told you I had some ideas?" Those damned beautiful lashes flutter again, and I'm the one groaning, my cum leaking all over my stomach in anticipation.

"What if I told you I want you to act on them?" I snarl.

"Oooh, ask nicely." The little witch boops me on the nose like a bad cat.

I start to glare at her, and then she's turning around, showing me the perfect, creamy globes of her ass.

"That's a good little witch," I breathe and she settles on top of my mouth, her taste flooding my senses.

My hands go to her hips, holding her in place as I lick her, plunging my tongue deep inside her as she moans. I dig my fingers into her soft skin, desperate for her.

She leans forward, stretching long against my body, and before I can think straight, I'm raising my hips.

Her hot tongue darts out, licking the slit of my cock, and that's all it takes for me to come.

Pleasure blasts through me, and my toes curl as she continues to lap at my cock, her hands pumping up and down in a perfect rhythm.

I'm not sure there's much she could do that wouldn't be perfect at this point.

Perfect for me, at least.

"Well, that was unexpected," she says with a laugh as my cock jerks.

"Your turn," I growl, flipping her onto her back as she yelps adorably in surprise.

I set upon her with relish, flicking her clit slowly with my tongue, my own release allowing me patience with her.

She's ripe for me, wet and pink and glistening, and when I thrust my fingers inside her, her whole body trembles in response, her cunt clamping down on my fingers in a way that has me instantly hard for her again.

But she hasn't come yet, and I want to drag this out until she's as greedy for my knot as she can be.

I take my time, savoring her flavor, her little moans of pleasure, the way she begins to grind against my face.

"Caelan," she cries out, her hands covering mine on her hips. Her taste intensifies, and she bucks against me, deliciously wet and ready for me.

"There it is," I murmur, licking at her sweetness.

"Need you," she whines.

"I could never deny you," I growl, gently pushing her from my face.

Wren stares up at me desperately, her sex glistening, her nipples hard. Unable to resist, I nibble at one, and she lets out a stream of unintelligible praise, her head thrown back.

I take one more lick of her, then allow myself another, as a treat, before lining my cock up with her sweet entrance. We both groan as I rub it against her swollen clit, my knot forming around the base.

"Do you see how much I want you? Do you see the proof of what you do to me, my Wren, my love?"

"Please, please," she says, sweat shimmering on her creased brow, her eyes glassy with lust.

I grind my teeth, trying to hold myself back, trying to ease into her.

She whimpers as my cock slides into her, stretching around me. Inch by inch, I feed myself into her hot, wet cunt. I tremble, the need to slam into her outsized by the need to make this good for her.

Until her eyes fly open, and she glares at me. "If you don't knot me right now, you don't get to bite me."

I can't even laugh.

Instead, I unleash myself, slamming my cock deep inside her with one fucking fantastic thrust, my knot bulging as I rock my hips, working it into her.

Her fingernails dig into my ass, her eyes glazed, her cunt clenching gloriously around me.

"That's it, take all of me, Wren. You were made for me, my love. So tight and perfect."

Her back arches as the orgasm hits her, golden sparks shimmering around the room as her magic responds to mine, to me.

My knot pops into place and she shudders again, her legs shaking as she continues to come, milking my cock for everything it's worth.

I can't wait any longer.

"Let me mark you," I say on an exhalation. I want her to say yes, I need her to; I won't force it.

"Yes, I want it," she says, tilting her head.

I don't wait for her to change her mind.

I breathe her in, the perfume of her release, the scent of her gold-flecked magic, and I sink my teeth into her willing flesh.

She is mine, forever, no matter how long it takes her to accept me for her mate.