Chapter 4: The Bond - Bloodween

“HE WASN’T THE BIG BAD WOLF. I WAS.”

The rhythm of his mouth hardened, growing impatient, pulling harder. I felt it in the way his body pressed closer, in the sound that came from his throat—half-growl, half-need.

I didn’t fight it. I matched it.

My hands found his shoulders, then the back of his neck. He answered with fingers tracing my spine, with pressure that said stay right here. Every movement drew me tighter, until there was no space left for sense.

He broke the kiss only long enough to breathe against my throat. “You smell like magic,” he murmured. “Like something I’m not supposed to touch.”

“Then you shouldn’t have brought me here,” I whispered. “Now let your wolf fuck me.”

He turned me around and, in one swift motion, ripped the bodysuit off me. Cold air kissed my skin as he dragged his tongue along my back, then sank his teeth into my right ass cheek. Secretly, I wanted him to draw blood, and I blamed the hidden side of me for that.

I moaned as my panties were snatched away, leaving me naked at their mercy.

“Hold onto the door frame and bend that ass over,” he said. It was rough. Commanding. Varek.

I did as he asked, glancing over my shoulder to find his gold irises taking me in. He adjusted himself, then wet his thumb and ran it down my ass crack, around my forbidden hole, and over my clit.

A wave of ecstasy washed over me. I hadn’t made time to be sexed in quite some time, and tonight I was going to get fucked—and enjoy it as much as him—them.

He pulled off his top, exposing a body covered in tattoos I’d never cared to notice. But now, they added to his lore.

“Keep staring like that and you might start drooling, little witch.”

I rolled my eyes at his little pet name.

“I wouldn’t dare.”

“We’ll see.” He winked, then dropped to his knees. The sight grounded me as he pushed my legs wider with his shoulders.

My body tingled when his breath brushed my thighs, and for a second everything went still. Threat and promise surrounded us.

Dorian hummed as he inhaled my pussy scent and without warning, he pounced. He wasn’t gentle, he was vicious. He didn’t give me time to savor his assault; his tongue went straight for the kill, devouring me and dragging a sound out of me I didn’t recognize.

I grabbed the doorframe tighter, the wood biting into my palms as his teeth tugged on my clit. I screamed out in pain… but then pleasure hit immediately after, and I wanted him to do it again.

“Shit,” I cried, body jerking against the door. He ate me out with no remorse, no care—only need. My name fell from his tongue and dissolved again and again.

“He needs to drown in you,” Dorian said, giving me a moment of reprieve as he massaged my bud and swollen lips before slipping two fingers inside me. I rolled my body against them as he teased my G-spot. He slowly removed them, leaving me panting in need, on the edge of another release.

“This pretty, pretty pussy needs to cum hard and long. Do you understand?”

I nodded, keeping my mouth closed because if I opened it, I feared I’d beg him to make me cum right this second.

“Say you fucking understand, little witch.” He slapped my ass, making it jiggle against his face.

My eyes narrowed at him, heat rising as I pushed my desperation down.

“Don’t let your little wolf get you into trouble you can’t handle,” I shot back, regaining some of my control.

I had caught on—Varek was unapologetically harsh. Dorian had a little more sense. Both made my kitty purr.

He growled, his werewolf teeth showing as he laid his back against the wooden floor, yanking me down with him until I was hovering over his face.

I rode it.

Slow at first. Then harder.

I rode his face until my thighs ached, and he made me cum so hard I didn’t know if I’d ever stop.

Tears streamed down my face when it was over, and I wasn’t sure I’d make it through him actually fucking me.

But I wanted it.

When I finally slumped to the cold floor, trembling, he softened, tracing my skin with kisses. Clearly, Dorian was back in control and catering to me.

Would this be what it feels like to have a threesome?

“Do you need a break?” he asked. “We can take one.”

My chin dipped into my chest. “Do you think I’m weak?”

His laugh was quiet, wrecked. Then his teeth grazed my skin like maybe he did want to sink them in and taste blood.

“What happens if you bite me?” His eyes met mine. “As him.” I clarified. As far as I knew about turned werewolves, they didn’t have fated mates. Biting wouldn’t cause him to imprint on me, but I was curious what could happen.

“You bleed.”

I chuckled.

“Oh she actually can laugh,” he teased, slowly raising to his feet and then helping me up with ease. I rested against his chest; his skin was hot, heartbeat heavy against mine.

We breathed each other in, the air thick between us.

Then he gave a small tug, guiding me into the dim bedroom. Most of the light was swallowed by the trees outside, only a faint trace slipping through the oversized window.

I stopped in front of the king-sized bed while he crossed to the nightstand and flicked on the small lamp. There wasn’t much to see—just a bed, a dresser with a mirror, a chair, and… a digital clock.

2:34 a.m.

Eight hours and fifty-five minutes.

“Bed,” he said, quiet but certain.

“What happened to that break?” I joked as he invaded my space. He was so close I could smell me on him, and also the iron and ash from the elixir. Had it mixed with my juices, the ones he’d been lapping up like the dog he was?

Lovely.

I moved to climb onto the bed, but his hand wrapped around my braids, forcing me back to him. A guttural cry left my lips, followed by a moan at his touch on my neck.

“It’s over,” he whispered against my ear. “Time to play.”

I turned, pushing him away, but he barely moved, his body solid as stone.

He seized my wrists, keeping me still, and placed my left hand on his print. I swallowed. I’d seen it through his gray pants before, but feeling it made me want to take a step back. Maybe even run.

His head dropped back as my fingers moved up and down his length.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” he asked. “Your touch, your damn smell, your energy.” His eyes snapped to mine. “Are you using your witch magic on me?”

“No,” I snarled. “Your wolf just knows how dangerous I am… and he loves it.”

“He fucking does,” Dorian said through a grunt as his hands closed around my throat. He lifted me by it, clean off the floor, my feet dangling, and slammed his mouth against mine. My legs locked around him, grinding against the hard line between us. One hand stayed at my neck; the other slid down and found me—wet, throbbing, ready.

The air left me in ragged bursts as he rubbed that slick heat, turning my world red as his hand squeezed tighter.

The pleasure blurred fast, flipping into panic when my chest burned for air. I clawed at him, smacked his arm, tried to get a word out—but Dorian was gone.

“pyra dae,” I gasped, the spell scraping out.

Heat burst beneath my skin. His palms tore away with a snarl, the smell of singed flesh hanging between us. Thankfully, the bed was there to break my fall.

I sat there catching my breath, throat still burning, adrenaline still high.

“Sorry,” I blurted as he looked down at his hands. “You were choking me to death.”

I rubbed at my neck, half-laughing.

“Shit. Fuck.” He backed away from the bed, holding up his hands—the skin already knitting itself back together. “My bad. I’m sorry.”

We stared at each other for a moment; the faint burn scent lingered in the air.

“Let’s stop. I’m gonna hurt you. I have no control over my wolf. It’s too risky.”

He sincerely looked worried. Concerned.

I took a slow breath. The stronger the connection, the better my odds. Sex would build that bond. So no, I wasn’t stopping. I had to take the risk. He had to have me.

“Yes, you do,” I told him, giving him something solid to hold on to. “I know you can control him, Dro.”

He didn’t seem convinced by my words.

“Come here, Dorian.” He didn’t move. I pushed myself off the bed, my legs steadier than I expected. The burn in my throat had faded to an ache I could ignore. I went to him, reaching up to caress his cheek, comforting him and the beast inside him.

“I’m not afraid of you. I can protect myself with my magic if need be.”

His jaw flexed. “Armisha, why are you willing to risk it?”

“Because I want you.”

Oh girl, that’s cute. Yes, yes. Feed his ego.

I guided him back to the bed. He went willingly, like a man who knew better but couldn’t help himself. He sat on the edge, and I stood between his legs. My core contracted when his nails ran up my thighs, the warmth of his body making the hairs on my skin stand at attention.

“The other women,” he spoke low, “I never wanted to be with them in the way I do you. I can’t explain it.” He squeezed me. “They weren’t wolves or supernaturals so I couldn’t reveal myself to them. I just let Varek get what he needed and moved on.” He paused, resting his head against my stomach. “I don’t want to hurt you, but he keeps losing control.”

His honesty disarmed me for half a second. He was showing he cared, and it almost made me feel bad. But the potion knocked the sense he’d sucked out of me back into place, and I remembered that letting me in was exactly what I needed.

I pushed him on his back, my hands moving down his body until they reached the waistband of his pants.

“I trust you, Dorian.” The words came out softer than I meant. His eyes searched mine for a moment before he helped me remove his pants and boxer briefs, letting his dick finally break free.

I didn’t stop the gasp that escaped at the sight of him—long, veiny, thick. The girth alone made me squeeze my thighs together.

“You won’t let him hurt me.”

He didn’t answer me, so I straddled him and took matters into my own hand. Literally. My fingers circled his length as I lowered myself onto his tip. Holy hell.

“Right?” I pressed.

He groaned as my pussy drew in another two inches of him.

“You won’t let him hurt me?”

“Right, little witch.” His mouth twitched. “I won’t let him hurt you.” His hands roamed up my thighs.

“I believe you.” My head fell back as I sank further. “You’re not the big bad wolf.” I am. “But,” I leaned over, pressing my palms against his chest, “I want you to fuck me like you are.”

His wolf surfaced for a split second at my words, but Dorian quickly took back over.

“Only if you promise.” He gripped my hips, regulating my pace. “If it becomes too much, you have to stop me by any means necessary.”

I collapsed deeper and purred into his ear, “I promise.”