Free Web NovelChapter 40: Mine II*
I wasn’t sure how long had passed since the first time I came. Or, more accurately, the only time I came.
The skies were still bright when I had first returned to this room with Blaise, but now, the sun had long set and it was already night out. While I was starving, my body didn’t crave food― it craved for release, something that Blaise was determined not to give me.
"Fuck, Blaise, stop teasing me!" I groaned in frustration when he pulled nearly completely out, leaving just his tip right at my entrance.
He chuckled, laughing at my utter misery. I was so close. Just so close. A little more and I would’ve toppled straight off the edge, finally chasing the release I so craved. However, Blaise was determined for me to not have that.
"I thought you wanted something more drawn out?" he said, chuckling as I wiggled my hips back and forth in an attempt to push him back into me.
Blaise had been smart and thought ahead. He had gotten a long strip of cloth to tie me to the bed frame. Thus, no matter how much I wormed around, I wouldn’t be able to get far without his consent.
That played perfectly into Blaise’s plans. The less I was allowed to move around, the more impossible it was for me to chase after my own release, and the longer he could tease me until I was on the brink of utter insanity.
My head felt like it was about to burst. He had gotten my body teased beyond the point of frustration and I was on the verge of crying out for mercy. In fact, I had done so many times, but Blaise did not relent. He was fully hellbent on making me eat my words.
"I’m sorry," I said, sobbing a little as I continued to move.
His hand immediately came to grip my waist to prevent me from moving. I could feel him slip in a little further, his cock harder than before. Curse Blaise and his damned stamina. He had perfect control over himself despite edging the both of us for at least the last hour.
"I was wrong," I continued. "Please, just let me come."
Blaise laughed, his movement causing me to shiver. The drawn-out pleasure had caused my body to grow overly sensitive. Every slight movement and every slight touch could set me ablaze. His finger trailed down from the valley between my breasts to my naval― everywhere he touched felt like it was set on fire.
"But this is fun too," he said. "I enjoy watching you beg."
I bit my bottom lip, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. Then, a thought sparked through my mind. I could feel a thrill running in my lower belly. This could work.
"Please... mark me," I said instead.
Blaise’s smile stilled, dropping a little due to surprise. My words had no doubt caught him off guard, and I could feel him stir within me. His member twitched and I tried my hardest to suppress the moan from the sensation. Just the tiniest movement and it already sent a rush through my body.
I knew I had hit the mark. There was nothing more possessive in this world than a male werewolf, and to be asked to be marked by their mate was nearly as effective as a direct dose of aphrodisiac right into his bloodstream.
"Fuck," he growled, and that was when my smile broke through.
He leaned down, fervently pressing our lips together in a heated kiss. At the same time, because of his movements, he fully slipped into me, the tip of his cock slamming right into my cervix. I groaned against his lips in a mix of pain and pleasure, rocking my hips back and forth in tune with his movements as he pumped in me.
I could feel my climax building up fairly quickly. I had been edged for far too long and I just needed a little more to get there. It seemed like that was the same for Blaise.
"Shit, Harper," he gasped out, his movements turning sloppy as he quickly approached his own release.
His face was buried into the crook of the left side of my neck. As such, I had the perfect access to his shoulder as well.
"Can I?" I asked, my breaths fanning across his bare shoulders.
He only nodded in reply, his ragged pants pouring against my skin. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
Right as he thrusted in, Blaise bit down on my shoulder, causing me to hiss out in pain. The sensation was similar to when I was first marked― there was an initial rush of pain before pleasure quickly surged through my entire body.
Paired with his pumps, my body began to quake in release, my breathy moans filling the room as my legs shook. The second his canines left my flesh, I leaned forward as well.
I didn’t have sharp fangs like the other werewolves. Most of them could extend and retract their sharper teeth whenever they wished, usually when in heat or during mating. However, my body instinctively knew what to do this time when Blaise bared his neck out to me.
My teeth pierced his skin and he groaned on top of me. I could feel his body tensing before he thrust once, twice, and I knew that he came. Blaise remained firmly lodged inside, pumping through the rest of his orgasm. When he finally came down from his high, I pulled my lips away, gently licking the fresh wound with my tongue.
He pulled out of me with a slight pop, and warmth trickled down from my core, leaking onto the sheets beneath me.
"Fuck," he said, his voice breathy as he lay down right beside me.
When I turned to face him, I realized that he was already looking at me. The look in his eyes was indescribable; it was as if he thought I was the one that hung the stars in the sky. Butterflies swirled in the pits of my stomach, a sensation very different from the lust I just felt.
Was this the effect of a mark? My eyes wandered to the red specks on Blaise’s skin where his shoulder met his neck. That was it. Blaise was mine.
My mate. Just as I was his.
Unable to handle the onslaught of emotions, I buried my face in my hands. I wanted to scream.
Just what had I done?!
