23. Whitley Whitt

Chapter 23

Whitley Whitt

Timber .

Oh my god, am I really doing this?

That smirk of his makes its appearance, and his eyebrow goes up as my heartbeat thuds loudly in my head.

“What do you say, Whit? Want me to play with you in a crowded room?”

“I don’t know,” I tell him.

My pussy throbs around the toy, and the desire is definitely there. The idea of him toying with me makes me want him more. The fact no one would know but us, and that he’d be in control of it, surprising me the entire time with jolts, makes me wetter.

“Do not take it out.” A slap jolts my garter-covered ass again.

His gaze says he wants to eat me alive, but he’s not going to be gentle about it. I’m sure he wants to intimidate me, but it only makes me want this man to crawl for me.

“If you keep teasing, I’m going to break your body in front of thirty people, Whitley, and you won’t be able to make a sound.” His palm caresses my cheek, coasting across my lips before he kisses my mouth again. “Think you’re up for the challenge? Be good, or else I’ll turn it on.”

I shove him away, running the back of my hand over my lips, rubbing his kiss off me the same way I did that night so long ago. A muscle ticks in his jaw, making me wonder if he’s remembering that too, but I can’t help throwing more fuel onto our fire because, for once, it’s truly fun.

“I suppose you will find out,” I say, fluttering my eyelashes.

I grasp the door to the pantry and yank it open, getting out of there before I let him do anything else to me. Goosebumps cover my arms at the thought of what he is going to do to me now... and later. The longer I walk, the more aware I am of the toy nestled inside of me, and my walls clench down on the thing with every step.

I’m shaking by the time I get back to the hallway, just in time for the dessert set. The knowledge of the tiny pleasure bomb that could go off in me at any time makes me even more nervous around so many. Stop being silly, I berate myself—no one will know. How will they know? Oh god, I’m doing this, aren’t I?

People gasp when the dessert is unveiled, stealing my attention, and I’m more than a little proud of myself. There’s castle-shaped towers of Jell-O in different colors, coupled with cupcakes.

I manage to make it to where Allan is standing without a lot of fuss. He waits near the back wall, surveying the place, his arms behind his back while he waits.

“Hey, Allan,” I say, when I reach him.

He nods a hello, and I rest my bottom against the wall, the skirts so heavy it probably looks like I’m leaning.

I glance around the room and my breath catches in my throat when my gaze lands on Connor striding around the ballroom in his vampire costume, cape billowing behind him like in a cheesy movie.

“Why are vampires such bad artists?” he asks the crowd and pauses for comedic effect. “Because they only want to draw blood.”

That mouth I’ve kissed so many times in the two weeks pulls into a grin as he winks at me boldly.

He thinks I won’t do it. I refuse to look at him again, forcing a small smile on my face as I stare across the ballroom at nothing as I click send.

Not even a millisecond later, I feel a boom of intense vibration inside me and my knees wobble in surprise. My gaze zooms to him and I barely stop my jaw from dropping.

He hasn’t even checked his phone yet!

Connor O’Doyle

I turn on the device without even needing to look at my phone. I can tell from her heart rate what she’s done, and I knew she would do it. She can’t help herself.

I back away from the crowd, letting the dancers hired from the village steal the show for a moment, and turn my attention back to my—most likely—mate. That deep, unbending word still sends chills up my spine even as I only think it in my head, and yet a sense of overwhelming satisfaction fills me.

I finally look at the photo, and bite back my groan. This time her chest is completely bare, her big bouncy breasts on display, but it’s the confidence in her eyes that makes my heart gallop.

Wanting to get back at her even more, I ratchet up the dial on the pleasure device nestled inside her pussy, grinning outright when I hear her gasp across the room. It makes my balls tighten knowing how much of a turned-on mess she’s going to be in the next few moments. Especially since she’s stuck lining up against the wall to give the group’s final bow at my signal.

I don’t give it immediately. Not when I can see a fucking cupcake on a nearby table, like she wanted to taunt me tonight.

I push the button that makes her little toy rhythmically pulsate, and she begins to pant softly. She looks up at me while biting her lip and shakes her head as if she wants it to slow down. She leans against the wall for better support, and I wonder if her legs are shaking underneath her frock.

Ignoring her silent plea, I get to my feet and touch my fork to my wine glass to grab everyone’s attention. I want her to sit in her punishment in this crowded room while I send her climbing to ecstasy from afar. I want her to have to hold back her moans, her pants, worrying that if I turn it up much higher, others will begin to hear what I can already perceive vibrating snugly within that mouth-watering pussy.

“If I could have everyone’s attention, I would like to raise a toast.”

She sputters, the sound low, and a true smile spreads across my face.

“To Allan, the castle manager, one we would be lost without.” I decide to spare her embarrassment and leave her out of it; if anyone actually did see her come, I would have to kill them. “Thank you for all that you do. And to the staff members, this event wouldn’t be possible without your help. Lastly, to our esteemed guests,” I bow low at the waist for effect and let my cape billow behind me. “Thank you so much for coming.”

The guests begin clapping, but my attention is firmly on one person.

A weak smile pulls at her lips as her nostrils flare oddly, and it’s all I can do to keep a straight face. The slight rumble of the machine massaging her pussy right now in front of everyone makes me want to rip my suit off and beat my chest like a primal beast. The photos she sent earlier, especially the last one, were enough teasing for me. Any more, and I will be begging to fuck her the moment I touch her.

My brave girl finally is going after what she wants, and I’m going to give her everything she desires, like no one else in this room—or even a toy—can.

“I hope you all enjoy the rest of your evening and thank you so much for joining us,” I say, wanting to get to Whitley as quickly as I can. I raise my glass, the signal for all the servers to bow and to finally make their exit.

The people seated at the various cloth-covered round tables clap, and the sound masks the little whimper I hear coming from her clenched lips.

Now that she has the chance, she hastily rushes to leave without trying to push other servers out of her way. It reminds me of prey fleeing from a predator, and it makes the wolf inside me want to howl for the hunt. Her soft pants thrum in my ears, my instincts focusing on every move her voluptuous body makes. The want to mount her roars through my blood.

“Cheers.” I bow one last time, then make my getaway, quick on her heels.

My employees are already quickly scattering, most heading for the main entryway to go to their private rooms. Whitley has run off in a different direction to hide, likely in the library, since she loves the room so much.

I catch up to her as she cries out in the hallway, almost crumpling to the floor as she finally breaks. Leaning her side against the wall, her hand fists her skirts between her legs, right near that sweet cunt as it’s no doubt clenching on that toy.

I have never envied an inanimate object more in my life, and I want to fuck her so bad it hurts. I’m tired of waiting for her to do that around my cock.

“Did your pretty pussy come?” I ask with a pant, already scenting the slick that’s coating her thighs.

“Fuck you,” she snarls, her skirts swirling wide as she turns to look at me. Her chin goes up, but my eyes home in on the flush in her cheeks and chest.

I growl at the challenge.

“Fine, but you’re on top.”

In three quick strides, I have her in my arms. Her hands dive into my hair, yanking strands as she attempts to climb me like a tree by jumping up to wrap her legs around my waist. She moans as she shoves her mouth over mine for a hungry kiss, and pushes her hips into mine, causing my back to thud against the wall as I steady us both from falling.

My tongue tangles with hers as I unclip my ridiculous Dracula costume to get a good steady grip on her thighs, and grind into her, only to separate our lips. With one hand, I hold her head to my shoulder, walking her through the castle as I carry her in my arms with the other. Neither of us cares about her thick dress wedged between us.

Going up an obscure and narrow spiraling staircase, I make it one floor up before her teeth nip at my throat, making my eyes roll back and my heart thud. Dammit. I want to get us to one of our suites, but she’s being too impatient, and I can’t hold back much longer. Hastily, I get us to a hallway as she darts a hand down and pops the top button of my pants, making my jaw clench so hard I’ll need to check for broken molars later.

Screw it. This area of the castle is unlikely to have a wandering guest or employee.

I push her against the wall as I attack her lips. She moans in the back of her throat as I reach under her dress, letting loose the drawstring of her petticoat. Putting her down to get the wretched thing off, it shimmies to the floor and her black shoes peek out from under the heavy layers.

I smile. “You’ve been in sneakers this whole time?”

Her eyes stay focused on my lips as she licks at her own while panting. The cutest glare fills her face. “Connor, if you don’t get your dick in me, I swear I’m going to murder you.”

“Fair enough.” I refrain from pouncing on her just long enough to pull the dress over her head, and her large breasts bounce into view as I yank and rip the top ties on her corset.

I take her face in my hand and kiss her hard. “Spread your legs.”

I look down as she obeys, lifting a single knee for me, and the sight of her swollen and leaking pussy makes my nostrils flare. Hands shaking, I reach down and loop my finger into the plastic string connected to the toy. Whitley moans as I tug, her walls gripping onto it as I slide it from her body. That beautiful mouth of hers goes slack as it pops from her, and the glazed look I enjoy so much spreads across her face as I rub at her sensitive clit while turning off the toy and pocketing it.

“There will be no more gray areas after this.” I say it knowing it means my own ruin. If later she decides she wants nothing to do with me, I could pine after her like some weird stalker, mated to a human who can never know what I am.

“Ugh, you ruined it. I was going to get on my knees and beg,” she says, with a pout and a saucy grin.

I push her against the wall. “I’ll just bet you were, naughty minx. You came in front of them, didn’t you?” I tap her pussy roughly with two fingers and pinch her clit between them, loving how she cries in my ear. “Shh. Get too loud, Miss Whitt, and someone will hear you.”

Her heart rate spikes, and the scent of her arousal blooms. The air between us seems to grow even more tense.

Naughty girl, the thought of being caught excites her.

I kiss her neck to get close to her ear, and say in low purr, “I’m going to fuck you senseless and make you come on my cock so many times you’ll never tell anyone again that you need a toy to come.”

With my zipper already partly lowered from her attempts earlier, I easily yank my cock from my pants.

“Oh god. Finally,” she moans, shivering at my words as she cranes her neck to look down. “Please, Connor. Hurry.”

She’s so needy as she lifts a knee and wraps a leg around my waist. My hand grips her thick thigh, and I adjust the angle of her hips, groaning when the tip of my dick meets wetness. Her body trembles, and her nails bite into my arms as I guide myself to her entrance and push in. Her silky, hot wetness enveloping me is bliss as I rock my hips, gradually working my cock deeper while trying and failing not to lose my mind. I quake with euphoria as her muscles grip me tightly.

“Oh, yes. Move, damn you,” she pleads, panting as she tries to bounce on my dick and fight against my slowness, her knuckles white in the lapels of my suit.

I can’t help but let out a choked laugh. I’m trying to not rip her apart even as she tries to fuck herself on me to get me deeper. She’s already so wet and prepared from the egg vibrator, but she’s tight from her orgasm, and both feel phenomenal.

“I have plans of a toy army built to serve me for every day you’re mine,” I tell her, adjusting my breathing so my baser self will stay in check as she annihilates my attempt at restraint. “A new toy every day, making sure you’re a sopping mess for me by the time I touch you.”

If this is how she’ll be after something like tonight, I can only imagine how playing with her in the future will wreck me.

I pick her up in my arms and push her back to the wall.

Her moans turn choppy as I piston my hips softly at first, working her on my dick, each thrust slicing at my threadbare control. Finally, my hips meet hers, my cock bottoming out in the sweetest haven it has ever known. A growl of triumphant satisfaction threatens to escape as something within me unleashes.

With my fingertips digging in hard, I hold her still as I slam into her harder, and harder. My lips part on a silent groan when pleasure strikes me every time I grind my hips into hers. The feel of her naked breasts cushioned between us as I shove her against the wall, her thighs around my waist, and the weight of her in my arms fills me with further need. The want to rut this woman down to her very bones consumes me.

“Oh fuck,” she cries out, her pussy clamping down on my dick as she comes.

My eyes roll back on her next breath, her cunt continuing to get tighter and tighter on my shaft, making me see white. Oh shit. It feels like her pussy has turned into a suction cup directly connected to my balls.

I thrust through it, but each spasm makes my legs quake. I slow as pleasure I’ve never known grips me, and she throws her arms around my shoulders and bounces to keep the pace.

Her head throws back so hard it hits the wall, and I wish my hands had been free to protect it.

She screeches, her tight cunt squeezing my cock in a tight vise as I pump into her as hard and as fast as I can. I’ve been waiting lifetimes for this woman, and she feels like heaven gripping my cock, better than anything I’ve experienced in my long life. But I didn’t expect it to feel like this .

My skin tingles as excitement has my gaze darting all over her features. Her parted lips, her pupils dilated and blown, her flushed chest and how her breasts are squished against me. My body heats up, electrified like a live wire as she works herself and drives me mad.

“Fuckin’ shite, woman,” I bellow, my body seizing when something strange begins to happen.

My cock thickens even more, and I’m forced to grab her hips and hold her to me. I go still as it continues to grow inside of her, and it registers that I can feel the base of the shaft thickening—I’ve never felt anything as euphoric as it before. My fangs and claws extend, and no amount of will is able to hold them back. My eyes blaze to yellow and I bury my face against her neck to hide them.

She thrashes, her body vibrating and shaking almost unnaturally as she comes again on my cock.

I groan with the need to come inside of her, and I don’t even care that I’m not wearing a damn condom. I was intending to pull out, but I pant with my eyelids flickering as my brain goes numb. A searing sensation bursts, white hot and scalding.

What the fuck is happening? Even as I question it, my body tries to get closer and closer as I twitch while my cock inflates, and she gets unbelievably fucking tight because of it.

“Oh my god, you feel so good,” she whimpers out, bouncing and gyrating.

One more clench from her and I give over to the tide, letting her body take mine under, blissed out of my mind. My vision wavers as ecstasy slams into me harder than a ton of bricks.