32. Connor O’Doyle

Chapter 32

Connor O’Doyle

Head over tail .

“Surely that’s steeped enough,” I mutter, staring down at the small tray of tea and snacks I’ve collected for her.

Thus far this week, there hasn’t been any more crying or tears, none of the horrific stories I read online mentioning emotional outbursts, irrational tirades, or anything of the sort has happened. Though, there has been a very small handful of “wolfing out” episodes, as she so oddly puts it. I’ve been on fucking edge for what seems like eons, trying to sense if she has a need of me.

The hotel has slowly been emptying of guests over the last few days now that our little event has ended. Although it has made things a bit quieter, there’s always more work to be done.

Most of the rooms have to be prepped for the next phase of renovations, so it’s been a revolving door of guests leaving and supplies arriving. I’ve hardly had time to see Whitley, but we’ve both been so immersed in work, her with ball events and me managing everything else. The last few days have been sweet hell.

Each night, I make it a point to massage her back and hips to put her at ease before sleep, and then the torture begins.

Torture, because of how she curls around me in her sleep, how she now moans my name when dreaming and gyrates her body against mine, all without knowing. It’s driving me mental. Thankfully, my dick has been behaving for the most part, some innate part of me somehow sensing her need for comfort, rather than a man rutting after her like a beast.

Where once my fur would raise in agitation at the mere mention of her, she is now the embodiment of my every hope and fantasy. It’s stupid, really, how blind I’ve been.

I balance the tray with one hand and clamber up the servant stairwell to the north wing before knocking lightly on her door. It feels as if I haven’t spent quality time with her in ages, outside of the torture-inflicting bedtime cuddles, and I’m becoming annoyed with how little I’ve seen of her during the day. It’s almost as if she’s avoiding me—but that can’t be right. I smile to myself, hoping she’s peckish since she’s between her lunch break and dinner.

“I come bringing goodies.”

Not waiting for a reply, I push the door open and find her in her bed, the sheets and blankets up to her chin. I tense, pausing just inside the doorway, unsure if I should come in at the sight of her expression.

Her entire face blooms a bright cherry red, and her gaze is stark as she turns it to me. The vrr vrr of a vibrator gives her away even before she rolls over with a surprised squeal. The strongest smelling arousal I have ever scented off her hits me all at once. My dick hardens instantly, and I growl low in my chest as I shut the door.

Just as I place the tray down, the vrr vrr finally stops.

“What the hell, Whitley?” I ask, trying to think of what could have happened since I left her a couple hours ago to read, and why she didn’t try to call for me.

We haven’t fucked since the hallway, so to discover this tiny betrayal...

“It’s not my fault, I swear!” She peeks at me over the covers. “I read a book, and it has knotting in it. I’m just not so sure I’m actually up to being knotted right now, though...” she trails off and eyes my hardening crotch as if it might try to jump up and bite her.

“A book you’re reading has knotting in it?” I ask, genuinely intrigued if it’s eliciting this kind of response from her.

“Umm, well, yeah. There’s even stuff about mate bonds too. I mean, I found it really hot before, but now—wow.” Her gaze goes hazy as her irises cloud.

“Why did you not call me here if this was happening?” I tear at the silk tie at my throat, trying to get it off as fast as I can.

She’s in need, and I’ve been restraining myself just because I thought that’s what she wanted! Buttons ping as I hastily try to remove my shirt, and her carnal haze grows even hazier. Just the taste of her in the air is enough to send me into a frenzy.

Fuck me. My mate is horny, and I was downstairs making fucking tea. Tea!

This woman has no idea how much I’ve been holding back. A little blood from between her thighs? Something like that would never bother an immortal that has been killing for centuries, but I’ve been restraining myself and my cock for her comfort. Only to find out she’s reading about being knotted from a book when I have an actual knot, and I can feed it straight into the heaven of her sweet cunt.

It’s insulting that this is how I find out she’s aroused, and then she tries to rob me of the pleasure of being able to please her, of being able to rut my mate when I’ve been running around the castle with blue balls this entire time. Just because she’s on her period, it doesn’t stop me wanting her.

“You were working,” she mutters under her breath.

“Whitley, I love your pussy enough to not give it more than it can handle, especially when it involves giving you pleasure. Naughty woman, you should have told me how badly you were hurting from the start.” I rush and leap onto the bed, gathering her in my arms.

“I’m new to all this.” Her dark brows crease into a frown. “And I’ve already told you what my past relationship was like. I didn’t want to bother you.”

Her downcast expression tells me there’s something else she’s hiding, but it’s possible I’m just reading into her actions too much. Have I made her feel like she could be a bother to me?

“I’m not your ex, Whitley. I want to know everything that aches and pains you—everything.” My gaze hardens, my jaw tightening with irritation. “I want you to tell me when your cunt aches because of your period, or when you need a massage, or even my hard cock to make you feel good. I want to fuck you, Whitley, and you could never be a bother.”

I press my lips to hers and kiss her. I kiss her until she is a moaning, panting mess in my arms, a wanton thing, exactly how I like her. Yellow bleeds into my irises, annoyance sliding up my spine that she would hide anything from me like this when I could provide her comfort.

“If you don’t start telling me when you’re hurting for cock and you begin hiding shit from me, you will regret it.” Since she’s lying on her side, I punctuate my words with a slap to her thick, voluptuous buttocks, while I hold her head still with my other hand. “I can knot you for days on end, in every hole you have, until you realize there is no fluid or substance that could ever keep me from wanting you. You don’t need a fucking book for that. Do you understand?”

I spank her ass again, then grip it roughly to push her hips into my hard cock.

“I understand,” she blurts, her eyes wide, and she presses closer.

“Good. Now I’m going to fuck you, unless you have any objections?”

She bites her lip, and a frown pulls her mouth down, but the expression is completely at odds with how she pressed closer just a moment ago. “Maybe we shouldn’t?”

I lean back, giving her space to decide, feeling like an ass for letting my beastly nature get the best of me. “Whitley, I am never going to push you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“That just makes me want you even more.”

I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her softly, then move to kiss and suck at her neck. She tastes so fucking sweet—delicious.

I return to her mouth and slip my tongue between her parted lips as I pull her to me, enjoying how she practically melts in my arms, except for the tight hold she has on the back of my head.

We kiss for long moments until the soft pants and moans she emits have my confined cock throbbing to satisfy her.

Her eyes hold mine as I urge her to sit up and lift her shirt, waiting for her to raise her arms. I slide the fabric over her head and toss it to the floor, sucking in a harsh breath at the sight of her heavy tits bouncing as she flops down onto her back.

“You are beautiful,” I whisper as I lower my head and kiss her. “So, fucking beautiful.”

I bend down and cover her nipple with my mouth, and her hands dive into my hair to hold me tight as I suckle and tease. They tear at the strands when I bite, a sharp gasp leaving her that sends my cock pulsating in my slacks and my grip tightening on her waist. I move to flick the other nipple with my tongue and a low purr starts from her chest that makes me want to mount her.

The urge to flip her over and fuck her senseless until her pussy feels me for days roars through me, but I pinch her nipple instead. Her sharp cry gives me immense satisfaction as I fight my primal nature to take her hard, all because I want to keep my word.

I won’t hurt her. Can’t. But I can make her feel it.

My hands roam across her body, squeezing and kneading until I reach her hips and slowly slide her panties down. She shifts to help take them off and as soon as she’s bare, I take the opportunity to reach down and swipe my fingers through her sex.

“You’re already so wet,” I tease while pressing against her clit.

“I really, really need to come,” she cries, rising up onto her elbows, thighs shaking, but splayed wide.

When I slide two fingers deep, she looks like my wet dream come to life, her mouth open on a soft cry and her back arching. Her insides instantly clamp around my fingers, so hot and snug for me.

“Oh... god.” She collapses back onto the mattress as I begin to pump her hard.

Annoyance flares at the thought that she would deny me this, deny me her, even as she clutches at my forearm. Even as her gaze turns molten with arousal and her lips part on a breathy pant.

“Then come for me.”

I work her into a frenzy with my fingers, and the sounds of her body sucking my digits echo through the room.

“Oh, my god, Connor. Yes!” The words are a litany from her lips that goes straight to my cock.

The chestnut curls of her hair bounce as she throws her head back onto the pillow, her hands clenched and white-knuckled, twisting the bedsheets as she comes on my hand.

“Did that make your pussy feel good?” I ask, not giving her a chance to come down.

I move to grip her thighs in each hand and drop to my stomach, spreading her with my tongue and savoring her sweet cunt. A startled yelp leaves her as she raises up and tries to scoot away, to no avail. There’s no chance in hell I am relinquishing my prize.

She grips my hair as she whispers, “Wait. I just came.”

“Sit still,” I tell her, kissing one thick thigh lightly.

She trembles from her orgasm, and I rub, kneading the soft, pliant flesh of her thighs that never fails to make me want to grip her tighter and fuck her harder. Her body settles when I kiss her hip bone, and I set about easing her back into it.

I’m going to make her come in my mouth and on my dick, so she knows she’s mine and never thinks to pull bullshit like this again. Walking in and finding her playing with what is mine, when she has me—not just her toys—at her disposal, rankles in a way I can’t describe.

It makes me want to pummel her with my cock until she’s a knotted, drooling mess impaled on my dick and then repeat the process over and over until she can’t walk.

A whimpered response is all I get when I go back to nibbling at her clit, gently biting before tonguing at her sweet hole. Her thighs tighten around my head when I add my fingers and curve them to stroke her deep and slow.

I peer up at her face, taking in her swollen lips from our impassioned kisses, the reddened skin of her neck from the rasp of my beard, and the marks on her chest from me teasing and nibbling her nipples for the last few minutes. She looks like a goddess, and she’s mine.

My dick pulsates in my pants, reminding me of how much I want inside of her, and I resume my ministrations. I couldn’t keep my hands from her at this point, even if she wanted me to, but I hold my control firmly in check.

“If your little books are going to make you like this every time, you should let me lick your pussy while you’re reading them,” I tell her, not expecting an answer as I continue to finger-fuck her, watching her luscious body writhe and quake.

Her jaw drops, her head tossing from side to side on the pillow as I twist and curl my fingers to touch her G-spot. Without removing them, I pull back and grab the small vibrator she’d been using from where she sat it on her nightstand.

A grin pulls at my mouth when her big brown eyes widen, but her tongue wets her lips, and I know she’s with me.

Her body jolts and her hands reach for my hair, her cries going up an octave when I nestle the vibrator at her clit. I ignore how my dick leaks in my pants and focus on making her squeal.

“How about that, pretty girl? Does that feel good?” I ask, and her eyes go all droopy and heavy-lidded when I keep the small toy on her little nub.

“Fuck, Connor. Yes!” Her brows come together, and her mouth drops open as a garbled sound tumbles out of her.

It’s the smallest of her cries, the little ones she’s unaware of, that make me even more enamored with this woman. They make me want to lay claim, to satisfy and please her in every way I can.

Nothing in this world sounds better than Whitley crying my name, followed by her cute, high moans that she would probably try to punch me over if I ever brought them up in conversation. It makes me want to bare my chest and beat it like a caveman that she sings so sweetly for me.

I turn the tiny device off and get to my feet long enough to undo my pants, not missing the way her teeth sink into her bottom lip when she gets a look at how my cock sits at the waistband of my briefs, pre-cum beading on the tip. It bobs free the next moment when I take off my underwear and let her look her fill.

My cock is large and heavy, jutting between my legs, thick from wanting her so damn badly. Her eyes dilate when I stroke up and down my shaft, but she surprises me with a boldness of her own. She pinches her nipple and her other hand dives for her pussy.

Hastening onto the bed, I swat her hand away and settle into my favorite place in the world, between her thick, welcoming thighs. I rock my hips slowly and move against her opening, and her hands clench on my back as she tries to pull me in. She’s already told me she’s on the pill, and the fact that I don’t have to wear a condom with her elates me to no end. I just get to feel her wrap around me.

“Tell me you want my cock.” I rake my dick through her wetness, sliding her lips open with the length of my shaft until she shudders.

“I want your cock.”

I start to tease her more, but her hand somehow reaches between us and wraps around my dick, clearly not wanting it gentle. A groan rattles from my throat as she tilts her hips and forces my cockhead into the tight heat of her cunt.

“Fuck,” I bark out, unable to stop myself from sinking just to feel the tight grip of her pussy on my hardness. “Woman, you could drive a saint to madness.”

A grin of delight makes her dimples appear, but they’re gone the next second when I press her vibrator between us, turning it on while I’m still inside her.

Her jaw drops and her brows go up as I press harder into her, deeper, filling her up, still keeping the small device on the nub of her clit. Balancing on my knees and one straightened arm, I thrust deep and slow.

She starts lifting her hips to meet my strokes, her body stretched and molten around me. I take her with measured movements, angling my hips so I batter her G-spot with every plunge. The vibrator throbs at my pelvis, but I ignore it over the tight squeeze of her hot cunt on my hard cock.

Those same cute, erotic sounds from earlier start to pour from her mouth and I piston harder, my shaft slicking in and out as she starts to climb toward an orgasm.

“Oh god,” she hisses through clenched teeth, and her eyes roll back and close as her nails claw at my skin.

“Open your eyes. Look at me when you fucking come on my dick,” I tell her, needing her to acknowledge me, acknowledge this.

The next fucking time she’s wet and wanting, she damned well better tell me. I thrust harder, and buck my hips, uncaring if I hurt her now that her nails have turned into sharp claws and are biting into my back and arm.

“More,” she demands.

A growl peels from my throat, and my grip on her tightens. I give up on the vibrator and toss it to the mattress, so I can I let go and fuck her with a reckless intensity so hard the bed starts bouncing against the wall as she shrieks my name.

When a satisfied purr erupts from her as she comes down, I bend to take her mouth in a savage kiss, nipping at the swell of her bottom lip. Then I press my forehead to hers as I rock into her, feeling her pussy flutter and tighten around me.

“Gods, you feel like heaven around my dick, like you’re sucking my fucking soul out of it,” I say with a wondrous, pained groan. “Don’t ever hide your needs and desires from me again. You were made for me.”

Her tight cunt clenches down on my cock even harder, making sparks of light dance behind my eyes as I hold back the shift.

The air crackles between us as our gazes lock, and our connection is so profound its palpable. She moves to hide her face in my neck when I slam home, feeling every one of her inner muscles.

Lips, soft and luscious, press at my throat and my breath catches.

“Come for me. Knot my pussy, Connor,” she whispers in my ear.

Her teeth nip at my jugular and goosebumps prickle across my skin as yellow blazes across my brain. I inhale sharply at her words while my body jerks uncontrollably, and I’m unable to hold back or recover control as the need to dominate her takes hold.

My hips grind against hers and she presses back, crying out when the base of my cock thickens and inflates, giving her what she asked for. My dick gets heavier as I pin her, wedging myself as deep inside her as I can get, and her gaze clashes with mine.

“Remember you wanted this,” I say, when her expression turns worried.

Yellow sparks in her soulful brown eyes, just as I knew it would. She did ask for it, but more importantly, Whitley never could resist a challenge from me. I’d rather her rage at me, be mad at me, but stay strong through the pain, rather than full of regret and hurt later because of how horny I made her.

She licks her lips as my knot swells and locks us together, forcing her to come again as I rock it against her G-spot. Tears leave tracks down her soft cheeks as she trembles, her body shuddering through her pleasure. My body shudders in return as she spasms around my sensitive knot, making my groin light up with intense pleasure and my eyes threaten to roll.

“There’s my girl.”

“God, I love... I love this,” she moans. She slams her eyes shut as her body bows under mine, taut with tension.

The words shock me. They burrow deep down to a place I wasn’t even aware existed as I stare down at her flushed, ecstatic face.

“I love you,” I whisper.

I grip her to me and kiss her with everything in me, lost to sensation. Lost in her. And as I fill her, a sense of rightness overwhelms me.