Chapter 79: Violet

I pulled away and looked at my work one last time before I stomped my foot and the decorations crumbled like confetti drifting to the floor like snow and disappearing before it hit the floor.

“Always so dramatic.” Simon laughed.

“What’s the point of being a witch if we can’t be a little dramatic?” I shrugged.

Simon came and wrapped his arms around me. He held my back against his tight chest. I could feel him harden against me as he held me close. “Just a preview of what is to come.” He said barely a whisper against my ear. My stomach clenched. Even though I was still sore for the previous romps, I still wanted him. Wanted him inside me.

“Ah young love.” Tristan said sarcastically. Tiffany elbowed him. He must have bruises for how much she elbows and pokes him.

I rolled my eyes at Tristan. “Is anyone else hungry?” I looked at each of the couples and they nodded.

Lunch went as planned. Everyone made small talk, the women seemed more at ease around me. James would give quick glances my way as I ate through my plate of food. His wife was fine, but it would take some time for him to relax. Tristan acted as if I were one of the pack already. Like I was a wolf. Luis and Teresa didn’t acknowledge the difference between what I was and what they were. It was like an elephant in the room.

After Simon finished his plate, he put his hand high up on my thigh. His pinky brushed against the crotch of my leggings, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I glared at him, he just smiled at me and continued to flick his pinky against me. The heat was rising in my body, I bit my lip to contain any noises that would betray me in this group.

“I think we are going to head out.” Luis said as he stood and grabbed his plate. Teresa followed and smiled at me.

Before Simon could brush against me again, I grabbed his hand and held it in mine. I tried to contain the torment. “Do you have a long commute?” I managed to get out.

“Just an hour or so. Not too long.” Teresa smiled again.

“That’s not bad.” I stood and grabbed my plate as well.

I heard a voice say, I want to throw you on this table and take you. Right now. I turned around to see Simon staring at me. He raised is eyebrows and winked at me, giving me a devilish grin.

I mouthed back at him. “Stop.”

His expression turned to innocence. He laughed. “I’ll walk you all out.” He stood, his jeans tight against his growing erection. He wasn’t embarrassed. He wanted to show it off. I’m sure he would walk around naked if he had the chance.

As long as you are naked with me. Simon smiled back. You’re being bad yourself, darlin,’ staring at me like that.

What are you going to do about it? I thought back, crossing my arms over my chest. We followed the group to the front.

Simon’s hand grabbed my ass and squeezed, leaning close to my ear. “Do you know what I do to bad girls?” His guttural voice above a whisper.

My stomach clenched and I was instantly wet.

“Just you wait.” He removed his hand and went to shake the hands of the other Alphas.

Teresa, Tiffany, and Sarah walked up to me. I tried to focus on what they were saying, but it was clouded by the image in my head of what Simon would do to me later. I was for sure blushing.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Violet. I’m so happy that Simon has found himself a worthy mate.” Sarah said, with a gentle smile.

“I just know that we are going to be the best of friends. And sorry about my terrible husband. I’ll try to train him better before we come again.” Tiffany leaned in and gave me a big hug.

“Let us know if you need anything. Simon has our pack emails and phone numbers. Just call.” Teresa said, giving me a light hug.

They walked back next to their mates and started to walk out. As Tiffany and Tristan walked out, he shouted over his shoulder, “Don’t have too much fun!” Tiffany elbowed him again.

I just shook my head at them. I looked over to Simon who was staring at me, eyes dark. “That went better than expected.” I smiled.

“Mmmhmm.” He stalked to me and pulled me against his body. He leaned down and kissed me hard. He pulled away just enough to say against my lips, “I’ve been wanting you. Now we are going to go up to our room and you are going to show me that delicious body of yours.” He growled slightly. He picked me up and launched himself up the stairs and down the hall to our room. He threw me on the bed and prowled over me. He suspended himself over me, propped up on his elbows. I could feel every muscle in his body, the bulge in his jeans rubbed against my stomach. He was more than ready. I was more than ready.

I took my hands and pressed them against his chest and made my way down to his jeans’ button. I released it, the zipper groaned open. I cupped him in my hand. He let out a low growl. I went over the waistband of his briefs and held him in my hand. My hand barely circled the shaft. He let out a low moan. I didn’t know what I was doing, but the sounds he was making encouraged me that I was doing something right.

I started to move my hand in an up and down motion. Simon closed his eyes, almost purring at the sensation. “You’re being so naughty.” he said huskily.

“Oh yeah?” I felt him grow even bigger in my hands. I was wet enough to need to change out of my leggings. “What will my punishment be?”

“I…will…have…to…think.” He said in between strokes.

“Oh yeah?” I continued to stroke. “I want you inside of me.” I whispered.

He shot his eyes open. “I want to see you in your underwear.” He pushed himself away from me. Leaving his dick out, erect through his jeans. “Show it to me?” He moved off of the bed and sat in the chair he was in earlier.

I slid off of the bed and took off my sweater quickly. I needed him to be inside me, and he was playing games.

“Slower.” He said with a growl.

I slowly lifted my sweater over my head, revealing my see-through lime colored bra. My nipples were hard with excitement, I could see he noticed them. His dick twitched in his lap. I threw the sweater in the corner and proceeded to rub my breasts over my bra. His eyes shot down to my actions. He growled from across the room. I hooked my fingers into my legging waistband and started to slowly pull them down. The top of the matching panties was exposed.

“Stop.” He said. I obeyed. “Touch yourself.”

I looked at him and paused.

“Touch yourself, like I touch you.”

I was already ready for him. If I touched myself, I was sure to go over the edge, without him doing anything. But I obeyed. I slid my hand under my panties and touched the little button that sent a pleasure net throughout my body. I gasped. Simon growled again. I took my index finger and rubbed myself slowly. I could feel how wet I was, how much I needed Simon to be in me. “Simon.” I breathed.

In a flash, he was across the room, jeans and briefs off. He was fully exposed, rubbing against my stomach and I let out a groan from what I was doing with my finger. Claws emerged from him as he took the waistband of my leggings and pulled them clean off of me. He hooked a claw through the center of my bra, tearing it open. Releasing my breasts in a bounce. He looked at my breasts, breathing heavily, looking hungry.

I couldn’t stand it, every time he touched me, I wanted him in me. “Simon.”

Without a word, he tore my panties and threw them behind him. He gripped me by the shoulders and turned me around and bent me over. “Hold the dresser.” Was all he said before he entered grabbing my hips and thrusting inside of me.

I let out a scream. My hands found the dresser, it steadied me enough so I wouldn’t become a puddle on the floor. As he thrust, he grabbed my breast and fingered my nipped with a clawed finger. With the other hand, he started to caress my clit, sending shockwave after shockwave through my body. I was already on the brink of orgasm, but with him in me now I was drowning in it.

He was gentle the first time, even the second time. This time he was more animalistic. I liked it. He pulled me back against his chest, one arm sprawled across my chest holding me against him as he continued to thrust into me as I stood there on my tip toes. The other hand was still playing with my clit.

“Do you know what you do to me.” He growled in my ear.

I tried to think of something to say back. But I couldn’t. With his finger dancing against my clit, hand on my breast and him thrusting into me. I was nothing more than a pile of mush. I could only say, “Simon.”