Chapter 5: The Binding - Bloodween

“HE KNEW I WAS DANGEROUS, YET HE TASTED ME ANYWAY.”

Riding Dorian was like riding a horse—steady rhythm, tight grip, full control. And lucky for him, I’d been riding since sixteen. I knew how to take him, how to squeeze around him, how to make him loosen the reins.

But he knew how to fuck back. His dick fit like it had been carved for me, dragging over every spot that had me wondering if I’d only pretended not to want him.

I could’ve kept going until the world fell apart, but my thighs started to shake—and his wolf had other plans.

He wanted his turn.

He wanted that control back.

Before I could catch my breath, Dorian flipped me over, pressing me forward, his thick, heavy dick sliding against my slit, teasing my entrance while he asked if Varek could take over. My breath caught, heat bubbling so low it hurt.

“Can he, little witch?” Dorian’s hand massaged my throat, no longer aching from earlier. “Let Varek know if he can have you.” His breath brushed my ear. “Tell me to take it, Armisha.”

I hesitated for a breath—not from fear, but because I knew what giving him that permission meant. This was the moment the game stopped being pretend. But I had to trust him. He had to trust me.

“Take it.” The two words tore through me. “It’s yours, Varek. My little wolf.”

The change was instant. His grip on my throat tightened—not choking, but claiming. The hand at my hip became claws, pressing crescents into my skin. When he entered me, it was with the force of a predator claiming prey.

He felt so good. So damn good.

“Fuck,” he growled, and it was all wolf now. No more Dorian’s smooth words. Just need.

He bent me forward, one hand tangled in my braids, the other steadying my body as he set a punishing pace. Each thrust drove harder, rougher, as if he were trying to merge us into one being. My magic sang in response, setting my body on fire.

I glanced back at him and he grinned devilishly. “I love when your eyes glow red like that.” The words I wanted to say didn’t come out because my body was too busy convulsing against him. He moved shallow, staying buried as he savored my defeat before kissing the top of my back.

Sweat cooled between us as his teeth nicked my shoulder for the third time, convincing me of what he was fighting against.

“Do it,” I urged, because I desperately wanted him to. “Bite me. Make me bleed.”

He let out a rumble against my skin. “I’m not supposed to let him hurt you.”

“You won’t.” My voice came out needy. “A little bite. A little taste of your witch.”

“Are you fucking sure, Armisha?” His hips slowed as he held himself back. “Varek loves blood play and⁠—”

“And I’m a blood witch.” I pushed back against him, chasing ”

His control cracked. He pushed my head into the pillow and sank his teeth into my shoulder. I growled like an animal in heat as the pain and pressure of him breaking skin rushed through me.

“Uhhhhh,” he hissed, tongue soothing the wound before his teeth found it again, like he couldn’t help himself. His whole body shuddered against mine. “You taste like...” Another bite, another stroke, another taste. “Shitttt.” The word came out as deep as his thrusts. “There’s no word for how good your blood tastes.” He hummed against me. “I knew you were dangerous.”

My laugh came out wicked. “I am.” My eyes glowed light red as he drilled into me again. “But we already established that’s what he likes.”

Dorian pulled out of me, flipped me onto my back, and I saw his face—blood dripping off his lips, down his chin. My blood. The sight intensified the sensations buzzing low in my belly.

“Again,” I said.

He grinned, letting his throbbing manhood rest against my thigh. “This is why my wolf likes you. You like pain.”

“And pleasure,” I admitted. “And I don’t get nearly enough of it.”

“Let’s change that.”

He leaned down, mouth finding the spot where my pulse hammered. This mark was slower, more sensual. I felt the exact moment his teeth broke skin, felt his groan against me, confirming I was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

My back arched off the bed. The sensation wasn’t purely physical; parts of me I didn’t recognize called to him with each draw of his mouth. Like roots digging into soil, establishing themselves where they shouldn’t grow.

“Holy hell.” The words rushed out of me. My hand threaded through his hair, not sure if I was pulling him closer or trying to push him away.

Why did his teeth in my skin feel so damn good?

He released my throat only to move lower, teeth teasing my collarbone. “Can’t get enough,” he muttered, more to himself than me. His hands held me still as he pushed back inside and I moaned. “Why can’t I get enough?”

It was a question, but I answered him with a kiss, tasting my blood on his tongue. The hunger in my core twisted tighter, connecting to something kindred in his need.

Was this the bond? Was it the Crimson Elixor? Was it supposed to feel like this?

I’d felt close to Renna, but that had been simple closeness. This… this felt like being bound to Dorian, every pulse and breath syncing with his.

And the more I let him stroke me, taste me, and lose himself in me, the more one question reared its ugly head through my mind: how in the hell was I supposed to kill him now?

“Look at me,” he commanded, and my eyes snapped to his. His voice was somewhere between host and hide. “We want to see you when you cum for us.”

I nibbled on my lip and squeezed my muscles against him. I didn’t even want him to finish yet, because this was a feeling I could happily lose myself in for hours, even days.

“Not yet,” I begged.

“Mmm,” he growled with a smirk. “Is our little witch loving how well we’re fucking her?”

“Yes,” I moaned at the truth.

“Good,” he hummed, lowering his lips to the last place he’d marked. He sucked on it before saying, “I’m loving this pussy, too. You’re taking your wolf so well, Armi baby. Very much worth whatever consequences.”

I hope he meant that.

“It better be,” I said through gritted teeth. “Now make your little witch release long and hard for you… until I have nothing left.”

He didn’t waste time, finding that spot that made my vision blur and my eyes turn. With one leg pushed back, he brought my ankle to his mouth, kissed it, and bit down.

That was all it took.

The orgasm crashed through me like a wave of pleasure and raw magic colliding. I cried out, nails digging into his shoulders as my body clenched around him and I screamed his name.

A sound rumbled from low in his chest—pure wolf satisfaction—as he followed me over. He released my ankle, and the wound glowed red. As I stared at it healing itself, I felt something click into place between us. A lock turning. A door sealed closed.

Because I could feel him now.

Not his body against mine, but something buried within. Something that would make killing him so much harder.

However… not impossible.