[THIRD PARTY POV]
"I won't hurt you," the warrior said, his voice assuring Gideon that he was her for something else other than violence. The warrior's hands were folded behind his back as if to tell Gideon that he wasn't lying to him, but did Gideon even care?
"I know. You can't even if you try," Gideon said lightly to the warrior, all the while, admiring his beautiful black eyes. If he could, Gideon could stay in this moment forever, but he wasn't a lucky guy and relationships weren't really his strongest suit anyway.
He expected an attack when the warrior pulled himself closer, but what he hadn't expected, was for the warrior to gently lick an agonizing slow trail from the crook of his neck to his ears. Gideon shivered from the contact, his body giving him away.
He should have been disgusted by the action, considering he and this warrior were probably not even mates, but he loved it. He loved what the warrior was skillfully doing to him. Instinctively, he had bent his head, giving the warrior access to his shoulders.
It was like he had given up any ideas that their warrior was a danger to him. It was risky, but he was Gideon of Greroth, and off-guard wasn't something he believed in.
"Gideon," the werewolf said to Gideon, as he swirled his tongue over Gideon's ears, making sure to blow slow breaths in his wake, while he let his tongue linger longer than it should have. But then again, how long was he supposed to linger like that?
He wasn't holding Gideon, he wasn't even touching the man. Sure, their bodies were up close, but the warrior was working with his tongue and lips, as Gideon stiffened continuously, all with his hands still folded behind his back.
"Hmmm," Gideon subconsciously groaned, officially not giving a fuck about anyone that could have passed and seen them there. Tomorrow he would be leaving this pace anyway, and the warrior would be with his mate in the future.
However, tonight was just about the two of them.
The warrior took that as an invite to pepper kisses on Gideon's shoulders, gently unbuttoning his shirt, just enough to give him access to Gideon's broad shoulders. His lips on Gideon's skin made the warrior feel so good, that he nibbled, sucked, and bit it, leaving beautiful marks.
It was like he was making art on Gideon's skin, and the man wasn't even making an effort to object. Gideon stood with the warrior, letting the man do whatever he wanted with him. He, after all, loved what he was feeling.
The sparks between them were undeniable, and maybe that could explain the intensity of their desires to bed each other. They knew the bed in the guestroom would do them more justice, but they also knew if they broke this, there was a chance they would never get to it again.
"Do I stop?" The wolf asked as he doubled on Gideon's jawline, sucking and blowing slow breaths each time like this is what he had been yearning to do since he saw Gideon. All this time, Gideon was responsive, giving him access to whatever he wanted.
The warrior then slightly bent down, just enough for him to have access to Gideon's Adam's apple which was popping up and down, a little too fast, a sign that Gideon was beginning to get affected by the warrior.
"No," Gideon said, making the warrior pause. He wasn't sure if that was a response to his question or that was a warning that he wasn't to kiss Gideon's Adam's apple.
It was something that he hadn't expected, even though a part of him was thankful that this was happening right now, and that it was with his mate. Maybe he wouldn't have to make a run for the hills at the end of the day.
But was it ever going to be that easy for the both of them?
"No?" the warrior asked. He needed to be sure, because one wrong move and he knew Gideon of Greroth would be breaking his bones and throwing him a few miles into next week.
"Don't stop," Gideon said, and that was all the confirmation that the werewolf warrior needed to keep this going.
"You taste so divine," the werewolf said huskily in response as he trailed his tongue from Gideon's Adam's apple and back to his jawline.
Kissing Gideon seemed to be something that Grant had been waiting for, for a while, but he had been unsure whether the witch would like being kissed out of the blue like that.
However, now that he had the approval, but he wasn't going to use it.
He wasn't going to mate their lips, no. Instead, his lips would work on Gideon in the only way he currently knew how. The only way that he wanted to, anyway. So the werewolf peppered kisses on Gideon's nose, before settling on the corners of his lips, leaving slow agonizing kisses.
"Tell me, how shaky are the waters right now?" The werewolf asked as he peppered kisses over Gideon's face.
The warrior knew they both liked what was happening. He had seen Gideon get violent with people today, and not once had the witch tried to push him away. Instead, he had responded to all the advances. That was a sign, that what he was feeling, the witch of Greroth was also feeling too.
Maybe this was the time Gideon of Greroth had lowered his guard, but had he?
The warrior seemed to be waiting for Gideon's answer, but Gideon didn't even have the strength to respond.
If he did respond, then the warrior would know how much he affected Gideon, and that was something that Gideon wasn't going to let him know. That would be too much power, so when the warrior kissed Gideon's eyebrows, the witch knew he had to be stopped.
It was already embarrassing enough that he had told the warrior not to stop whatever he was doing. Then again, Gideon had decided to forget his superiority tonight. He was going to let himself be the submissive in this case, maybe because he was curious to know how all of this would turn out.
Maybe he wanted to understand what the women of Greroth felt whenever he fucked their brains off. Sure, this was nothing as intimate, but it was intimate enough to trigger Gideon's senses. It was enough to make Gideon understand that fighting was sometimes not a solution.
"Stop," Gideon said, but it all came out as a moan. He wanted to hold the warrior back this time because he was losing himself and that wasn't okay.
If it was about the bond they both were feeling towards each other, then this wasn't going to be good. The warrior being here, and like this, wasn't a good sign.
Someone was going to get hurt and it definitely wasn't Gideon. The witch knew never to get attached to anything or anyone. And over the years, that had been his strongest suit, not that he was about to break barriers today. That was just not going to happen.
Was Gideon alright?
He was startled by everything and how he still yearned for more, despite wanting the warrior to stop. He wished there was a way he could make his body stop responding, but all that was going to be of no use to him or the warrior.
That was also why he wanted to give the warrior a chance to back out before they acted out their desires, which were very inappropriate, especially with what was going on.
"Yeah," Gideon said, his voice coming out as a moan, again, but this time, it was one that the warrior was willing to drown in.
Gideon gently held the warrior's neck and slowly rubbed it, while his fingers laced the warrior's hair, almost like he wanted to kiss the living lights out of this man.
The witch of Greroth knew he was almost giving in, considering how hot his body was with desire. He wanted to devour this man who had just brought himself to him. He wanted to kiss him till he dropped, and fuck the warrior till the whole of Acrod heard his screams, but he couldn't.
Not here.
Not now.
Definitely, not today.
He needed to practice self-control. He couldn't let himself wallow in his desires, not today.
Gideon knew this warrior was not like the women of Greroth who he slept with whenever he wanted to. He didn't want to sleep with this warrior just because he could. He wanted to create a connection. He was desperate for it, though he would never admit it out loud.
Besides, he had promised Criselda he would behave, and sleeping with a werewolf warrior, who probably had a mate, was a terrible way to keep himself out of trouble.
'Pull yourself together,' Gideon said to himself when the warrior moaned.
What was it with the both of them letting out moans in this hallway? If anyone heard them, they would conclude that they were mates, but were they? Was that the reason Gideon's member was throbbing so hard in his pants right now?
"Gideon," the warrior said, his voice husky and needy, almost like he wanted more. He needed more, but maybe what he wanted today, was more than Gideon was willing to give, because the young witch of Greroth pulled back instantly, like he had touched hot metal.
"Go sleep warrior, tomorrow awaits you," Gideon said dismissively, his voice cold and full of anger, as he walked away from the warrior, leaving the poor man out there in the cold, almost like the warrior had pissed him off.