After I emerged from my second shower, a sense of relief washed over me, allowing me to breathe freely again. As I began to gather my scattered thoughts, my gaze fell upon the clothes draped casually over the bed. They belonged to him, the familiar scent wrapping around me like a warm embrace. I couldn't resist the temptation; I flopped back onto his bed, burying myself in the fabric that seemed to pulse with his essence. The thought of sleeping next to this man was intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and longing. Images of the things we could do while awake flitted through my mind unbidden. Why was my brain spiraling like this? I thought the shower had quelled these sensations. Perhaps it was just nerves—surely, they'd dissipate once I ventured back downstairs. I needed to speak with Liv anyway; my mind was a whirlpool of questions.
Suddenly, I remembered my wolf. "Magma, are you there?" I called out, but silence engulfed me. Maybe I wasn't doing it right. I tried a few more times, but the stillness only deepened my unease, making me question my sanity. With a mix of trepidation and excitement, I descended the stairs. There he was—still here, looking irresistibly handsome. The closer I got, the more I felt a fiery heat pooling between my legs. I felt almost feral, overwhelmed by an insatiable hunger I had never experienced before. People often downplayed the significance of sex, but what had unfolded in the shower was far more profound than mere words could convey.
As I reached the final step, Liv enveloped me in a tight hug. I squeezed her back, feeling an unexpected depth of gratitude for her presence. I glanced to my right and found him sitting at his desk, fully engrossed in a book. A smile crept onto my lips, and Liv, sensing my distraction, guided me to the couch, attempting to pull my focus away from him. Yet, my thoughts were consumed by him—could it be that I had feelings for this man? We had only just met, and yet I was practically drooling over him.
"Hey, I know you must have questions, and I'm here to answer all of them, so ask away." Liv raised her chin toward Simon, eliciting a chuckle from me. "If he's too distracting, I can always send him away from his desk." But he didn't budge; instead, he shifted in his chair, spreading his legs slightly and smirking from behind the pages of his book. Oh, he was teasing me, and I was all too willing to play along. "Liv, why am I so attracted to him and not anyone else?" I blurted out, surprising her so much that she spat her drink across the table. I caught him smirking again as he adjusted himself, his hand resting on his lap. For a fleeting moment, our eyes locked, and I could feel the intensity of his gaze fogging my thoughts. What would happen if Liv weren't here? The idea sent a thrill through me, even as a flicker of fear ignited.
"So, we werewolves have what is called a mate bond," Liv explained, her tone serious. "The reason you're so drawn to bonehead over here is that you and Magma are mated to him and his wolf, Jared. You've only been around humans besides me, which is why you've never felt this kind of attraction until now. We experience love differently than humans, but in such a beautiful way." I should have been listening intently, but my mind was a tempest of thoughts centered on him. The urge to resist was fading, and I found myself wishing for Liv to leave, even as questions swirled through my mind.
His hand moved slowly up and down, and I couldn't look away. When he caught me staring, he licked his lips and stood, making his way upstairs. Liv sighed, a mix of relief and exasperation, while I felt a surge of disappointment. A warmth pooled between my legs; I felt like a forlorn puppy missing its master. "Tell her you're good and come up here. I'll please you and answer your questions." The voice in my head was unexpected, sending a jolt through me. "He's talking to you in your head, isn't he? Simon, go suck a dick." Liv's expression was a mix of amusement and understanding. Could he read my thoughts too? I was barely able to contain myself, the tension building within me like a coiled spring.
She smiled knowingly. "If you want to blow off some steam, that's okay. Just text me when you're done, okay?" She hugged me one final time before slipping out of the house. The moment the door clicked shut, I sprinted up the stairs. His scent hit me like a tidal wave, igniting a fire within me that left no room for hesitation.
As I entered his room, I was met with the sounds of him moving about. But when I stepped further inside, he emerged from behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist. His breath tickled my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I leaned into him, surrendering to the blissful sensation. "Good girl, that's right. Master's got you, and you're going to listen if you want me to please you." My breath caught in my throat; this was everything I had ever desired. No man had ever made my body vibrate with such intensity. It was pure ecstasy as he gently caressed me, one hand cradling my neck while the other slipped into my pants.
"You look sexy as hell in my clothes. Damn, baby, you're going to make me cum before I even get your clothes off." The temperature in the room skyrocketed, and he was teasing me, rubbing my clit with a delicate touch that felt like heaven. I was torn between being his obedient girl and his wild little tease, but all I knew was that I never wanted this to end. "Okay, I'm begging, Master. Please, Simon, get inside me." The words tumbled from my lips, desperation lacing my voice.
He pushed me onto my knees, pressing against my entrance. "You ready, baby girl?" I was more than ready; I craved this like nothing else. "Please, Master, don't tease me." As soon as the plea left my lips, he slipped inside, and I soared into bliss. My heart raced, my body trembled, and every nerve ignited with fire. "Good girl, massage your clit for me. Do it, baby girl, while I rail this sweet cock deep inside your dirty little pussy."
The pleasure was overwhelming, and I bit into his pillow, surrendering to the waves of ecstasy. Heat coursed from my feet to my head, and I felt my body clench around him as I melted into the bed. I couldn't move, the pleasure consuming me entirely. As I began to drift into a blissful slumber, he gently pulled me up onto the bed, wrapping me in his blanket and his shirt. He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead and whispered, "Goodnight, sweetheart. Get some rest. I'll be here when you wake up."
As I drifted off, I imagined him holding me close, enveloped in warmth and peace for the first time in years.