14. Chapter 14

Chapter fourteen

Netti

“ G ods, you are beautiful,” Connors whispers seductively against the shell of my ear, sending shivers down my spine. His hands slide around my waist, their warmth seeping through the fabric of my dress and igniting a tingling sensation on my skin as he guides me forward. My heart races with anticipation.

“Can I see yet?” My stomach tightens with nervous knots, my vision blocked by the silk handkerchief tied securely around my eyes.

“Patience, little nettle,” he murmurs, his lips grazing the sensitive skin on my neck, causing me to gasp in delight. I hear a metallic click, followed by the heavy door opening, and then Connor firmly grasps my hand, his other hand possessively wrapped around my waist, leading me into the room.

As we enter, the enticing aroma of freshly baked goods and the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, instantly capturing my senses. Inhaling deeply, I savor the familiar and comforting fragrance. “Stay here,” Connor instructs, gently guiding me to sit on a plush chair. I strain my ears, focusing on his steps as he moves around the room.

“Can I have a hint?” I tilt my head to the side, trying to gather any familiar sounds, but apart from the delightful scent of baked goods, my surroundings remain a mystery.

“Open your mouth,” Connor demands, his voice commanding yet laced with excitement. A tremor of anticipation runs through me, heightening my senses.

“Excuse me?” I reply, feeling a surge of arousal at his authoritative tone.

“Be a good girl and open your mouth,” he repeats, his warm breath brushing against my cheek like a gentle caress. Heat surges between my thighs, spreading throughout my body, as I obediently part my lips, waiting for what awaits me. A cold, smooth object brushes against my lips, and instinctively, I dip out my tongue. The sweet taste of chocolate melts at the touch, and I eagerly bite down, savoring the sweetness and the tang of strawberries that explode in my mouth. The juice drips onto the top of my breasts, a tantalizing sensation against my heated skin.

“Fuck,” Connor growls, his voice filled with desire. The scruff of his beard grazes against my skin as he dips his head down to lick the strawberry juice. “No one should look that fucking sexy eating a chocolate-covered strawberry.”

A breathless reply escapes my lips as I try to touch him, but he firmly grasps my wrists and guides them back to the armrests.

“Not yet,” he murmurs. His hands glide up my arms, across my shoulders, and deftly unzip the back of my dress. With a skillful touch, he rolls the fabric down to my waist, revealing my bare breasts. The cool air of the room causes my nipples to pebble, and my head falls back in pleasure as Connor takes one breast into his mouth, his other hand firmly gripping the flesh, kneading and pinching the sensitive nipple.

“Connor,” I beg, squeezing my thighs together in an attempt to assuage the growing ache at my center.

He pulls away, leaving me longing for his touch. I whine softly, feeling the sudden absence. But then he slowly kneels between my legs, the cool air brushing against my exposed skin. He removes my boots, his hands gliding up the back of my calves. The sensation sends shivers up my spine.

His fingers continue their deliberate path, trailing higher along my bare thighs. I can feel the pressure as he pushes my skirt, exposing more of my skin. The scent of his cologne mingles with the faint aroma of the chocolate strawberries. My anticipation builds as I feel him squeeze my thighs, holding them open.

He dips his head, his warm breath caressing my most intimate area. The delicate lace tickles against my sensitive skin, adding a teasing sensation.

“This is all I’ve been able to think about all day,” he growls in a husky voice, making my heart race. In one swift motion, he grabs the waistband of my panties and rips them, the sound echoing in the room.

Without hesitation, his mouth is on me, the heat and wetness intensifying my desire. He feasts , his tongue sliding up and down my core with a hunger and urgency that ignites a fire within me. I can hear the wet sounds as he licks and sucks, his actions conveying his insatiable appetite for me. As he devours me, his fingers dig into my thighs, causing a mix of pleasure and slight pain. I can’t help but cry out, my hands instinctively flying to his head and tangling in his short, dark hair.

“Connor,” I gasp, my voice filled with feral desire. The chair beneath me becomes a battleground of sensations as I writhe and squirm with each lick, suck, and growl that escapes from him.

A surge of heat courses through my veins, making me feel like I’m about to burst from my skin. The pleasure becomes almost unbearable, and I rock against his mouth, desperately seeking more. My need for him intensifies with every second; my body and mind are consumed by a primal hunger. I rock against his mouth, pulling him closer, desperate for more of this feeling he was building inside me. More of him.

“That’s it, my nettle. Take your pleasure from me. Come for me.” His voice is a low throaty growl.

He releases my hips, reaching one hand up my chest to play with my nipple as he continues to stroke my center with his tongue and circle my clit with his thumb.

The sensations are nearly too much to bear. I might die right here.

“I want you to look at me when you find your release.” His voice vibrates against my core, and I squeeze my legs around his head. He releases my nipple and pulls the silk down over my face, stroking my bottom lip with his thumb. “Mine.”

He picks up his tempo, then slides his finger inside me. My release crashes through me, my core clenching around his finger as waves of pleasure consume me. I cry out and arch in the chair against his mouth as my head rolls back.

A low growl resonates in his chest, and his grip tightens around my hips. He kisses me once more between my legs before standing, placing his hands on either armrest, caging me within them.

“You don’t have to choose me now. We have time. But I want you to be mine. I want to prove myself worthy of you.”

He stands and scoops me up in his arms. My eyes drink in the stunning sight before me. The room is adorned with flickering candlelight from dozens of candles, casting a warm and romantic glow. Vibrant colors of red and gold dance across the walls, creating an atmosphere of opulence. Delicate flower arrangements grace every surface, adding a touch of elegance to the house.

“Connor, this is beautiful. What is this place?” I turn to face him in his arms. We hadn’t traveled long enough to be out of town, but this didn’t look like a hotel or a bed and breakfast.

“Summit wants me to stay in town for a few weeks or longer while we settle some plans. I figured renting a place would let me attend those meetings and be close to you.” He grins and presses a quick kiss to my lips. “I thought it would give you some space to still be yourself, but we could slowly learn each other. You’re welcome to come and go as you please. Stay here full-time if you like. There are plenty of rooms.”

“But what about your business?” I nibble at my bottom lip and wrap my arms around his neck.

“They’ll survive without me for a few weeks. It’s about time they operate without me there every hour of every day. Plus, I’ll need to move to the pack now and see what my brother has been up to.” He carries me through a door into a large room with floor-to-ceiling windows and a large claw tub sitting before them. My body stiffens as I remember I don’t have a scrap of clothing on me, but Connor nuzzles against the side of my head and whispers. “It’s coated so no one can see in, only out.”

“Connor, this is… beautiful.” He sets me on my feet, and I run my fingers over the edge of the tub. He turns on the faucets, steam billowing in the air.

“You deserve it and so much more.” He pours oil from a glass bottle into the tub, filling the room with the sweet smell of vanilla and bergamot. He takes my hand and leads me into the water, the heat of the water rushing over my skin until I’m submerged up to my shoulders. “I know you have final exams tomorrow, and I wanted to make sure you didn’t spend the weekend stressing over them.”

“I wouldn’t have—” He lifts a brow, and I shut my mouth. We’d only known each other for a couple of weeks, and already he knew me and my habits.

“Plus, I wanted to talk to you about your winter break. Carter has asked us to join him for the festivities, but I know your parents aren’t too far away…” He trails off, warm hands coated in oil running along my shoulders and neck. He works his way through the knots in my back, kneading deep, slow circles that send shivers down my spine. I lean into his touch, letting out a low groan of pleasure.

“I’m off from the university but still have to work at the bakery.” I lean my head back and peek open an eye at him. He leans forward and kisses my brow.

“It’s already taken care of. The shop owner said you had more PTO than you knew what to do with, and they’ve already hired extra holiday help that will more than cover your shifts.”

“But what about—“

Connor nuzzles the side of my head before kissing my cheek. “We both work too hard and deserve the break. Plus, you need the mental rest before you start your last semester.“

“If we are both working too hard, how come I’m the only one in this giant tub that can fit at least four people?” I roll over, winking and flicking water in his direction. He flinches and ducks. “Or are wolves afraid of water?”

“Oh, you little vixen.” My eyes skim the firm muscles that bulge and flex as Connor strips off his clothes. He settles into the tub, the water splashing over the sides as his body presses against mine, the warmth of his skin a welcome embrace. “Wolves love water.”

“Is that so?” I lift my hands from the water and run them down his chest. He closes his eyes, a deep rumble in his chest.

“Yes, but I like looking at you in the water better,” Connor whispers seductively in my ear. As his hand slips between my thighs, a shiver runs down my spine, anticipation building within me. His touch is electric, his thumb caressing my clit in slow, tantalizing circles.

I can’t help but gasp, my body arching toward him, craving more of his intoxicating touch. With a skillful movement, he slips a finger inside me, and the sensation sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body. My fingers instinctively dig into his shoulders, my breaths coming in shallow gasps as he adds another digit, stretching me open.

“Connor,” I moan, unable to control the desire in my voice. I pull his face down to mine. Our lips meet in a hungry and possessive kiss, our tongues intertwining in a passionate dance. At that moment, I realize his expertise and mastery extend beyond his touch between my legs—his kisses are equally as intense and mind-blowing.

“Come for me, Netti.” He increases his tempo, and I arch, lost to the sensations building inside me. He kisses down the side of my face, his teeth grazing the delicate skin of my neck. My heart pounds in my chest, my breathing ragged. I cry out as waves of pleasure course through me. “Good girl.” He nips at my neck before flipping both of us around so that he’s lounging in the water and I’m straddled on top of him, my breasts barely above the water.

“What—“ I brace my hands on either side of him. He stares at me hungrily, his wolf shimmering in the depths of his eyes.

“Ride me,” he commands, his fingers gripping my hips and lifting me. His length is hard and thick, probing at my entrance. He leans forward, catching a nipple in his mouth as he pushes me down. He groans against my breast, his tongue flicking my nipple as he fills me. My head falls back, hands clenching the side of the tub as my body adjusts to him.

“Oh, Connor.” I move my hips, slowly at first before picking up the tempo. My breathing becomes steadier, faster as we move in perfect unison. His hands squeeze my hips, and with a deep thrust, he pushes fully inside me. I cry out.

His hands gently trace the outline of my bun, then, with a light pull, send my hair cascading into the water. He claims my mouth with his as he rolls his hips again. I reach out and hook my fingers around his neck, pulling him closer and allowing myself to be completely vulnerable in his embrace.

“I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve wanted you like this for so long.” He growls into my ear. He dips his mouth to my throat, where he kisses, sucks, and nibbles.

I grab his face. His jawline is tight, and again, I see the glimmer of his wolf barely restrained in his eyes.

“Take what you want from me. I want to give it to you,” I whisper.

“Netti—” His voice is strained as he pauses his movements, holding me tightly as though any moment I’m going to float again. “I want to give you time. You don’t know what you’re—”

“I am not afraid. This is my choice. This is what I want.” I grind my hips against his before tilting my head to the side in submission. I’ve been thinking about it and made my choice days ago.

He growls and plunges into me hard. His teeth sink into the side of my neck, and I feel the sharp pain shoot through me. The bite explodes with a burst of magic, making me tense and cry out in surprise.

“Fuck. Sorry.” He pulls back,but I shake my head and meet his gaze.

“Take it, take me,” I nearly growl. I tilt my hips to take him deeper, desperate for more of him. I slide my hands down his back, urging him further inside.

“Who’s the bossy one now?” A chuckle escapes his lips as he lifts me from the water, the scent of the pool clinging to me. He carries me to the other room and lays me down on a king-size four-poster bed, the grey silk sheets feeling luxurious against my skin.

“I know what I want,” I say, the corners of my lips curling up into a small smile.

“Good, because I’ll never be done with you.” With a powerful thrust, he enters me again, the sensation hitting me hard and deep. I instinctively wrap my legs around his back, drawing him closer. The change in pressure and friction provokes delicious tension within me.

“Look at me, Netti,” Connor murmurs.

I bring my eyes back to his. He plunges into me and it pushes me over the edge. Release surges through me, and I cry out, arching up against him as I come completely undone. His movements become feverish and frenzied as he picks up pace. Then he groans, and I feel him spasm inside me as he spills deep in me.

“Fuck, Netti.” He says as he collapses beside me and pulls me into his arms. He leans down, his lips brushing gently against my forehead before pulling a thick, soft blanket over us. “You’re mine.”