Chapter 186

Chapter 186
 Rhye shaft throbbed and swelled, the veins becoming more pronounced as he neared release.

His little temptress moaned as she felt him grow larger in her hand, and her fingers tightened like a warm, cosy vise around his pulsating knot. Wetting her palm, she stroked it down his shaft and over the knot, mimicking what he wanted her body to do when he had the honour of burying himself inside of her.

Will her gorgeous little sweet haven be able to take me? Will it be able to stretch over my knot as her fingers do now?

It was a dream he couldn’t wait to bring to reality. How many nights had he fallen asleep dreaming of her on top of him? How many mornings had he awoke only to wish she were beneath him? How many times had he fisted himself, squeezing that very knot her hands now blissfully strangled, only to wish it were his mate taking him inside her tight, hot little body?

Between the combination of her swallowing him back inside her sweet mouth, her tongue swirling over his aching flesh, and her hand stroking the swollen base of his shaft, he lost himself.

“Baby, I’m… fuck, I’m…” Rhye couldn’t finish the sentence as she stole his breath, pushing him over the edge as her mouth, hand, and tongue worked in unison.

He came on a long, loud groan. His hands grew more demanding as he fell, holding her head down as he came into her mouth. Hips jerking, he filled her with jet after jet of his seed, and she swallowed it on a greedy moan, lapping at him like she’d never tasted anything so good.

Livia's magical dark power swirled with his own in the aftermath, the light tickle of it intensifying the headiness of his release.

“Holy shit, woman,” he grunted as he released her, and she sucked him clean.

Bright green eyes stared back at him when she lifted her head, and her beaming smile lit up his entire world.

“You taste good,” she said, licking her lips and making him grunt from the intoxicating sight.

Though he was sated, spent to within an inch of his life, a new desire flared and demanded attention.

“I bet you taste as good as you smell.” Making his point, he drew her scent into his lungs, enjoying the way their combined signatures mixed together until he couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

Livia’s eyes visibly darkened as he groaned from the alluring aroma, and his hands landed on her hips a moment before he dragged her up his body.

“Rhye!” she scolded, using his full name as he slipped his arms under her thighs and used his hold to pull her farther up his chest until her wet centre was poised above his face.

He kissed her inner thigh, then the other, unashamed of how very much he wanted her.

“Oh god,” Livia breathed as he pulled her even closer, lifted his head, and nipped her, directly over her centre.





He was dying for a taste of her, yearning to please her as she’d just done for him.

“Should I taste you?” he asked, unable to hide his desperate desire for her to say ‘yes.’

Nodding her head, giving him permission, her breathing became ragged and her scent increased. She’d never be able to hide her bodily reactions to him or his friends, and the thought delighted him more than it should.

He always knew finding his mate would bring joy to his life, but he hadn’t realised just how much fun it would infuse into every day they spent together.

Already, he was addicted to her, desired to spend all his time with her, and they’d only just met about three weeks ago. Getting to truly know her would only make him fall harder, and he craved how much deeper their connection would grow with time.

Deliberately slowly, he drew her closer to his mouth, nudging her sensitive core with his nose as he breathed her in. This close, her scent was mouthwatering. Every moment that passed without her taste on his tongue was torture, and he quickly grew tired of teasing her. The fire burning through his blood demanded he have her.

“Are you particularly attached to these?” He gazed up Livia’s frame until he found her eyes, his shaft flaring to life once more at the sight of her hands cupping her full breasts.

Cheeks flushed, she shook her head. He smiled at just how distracted he already had her. That she was flustered this thoroughly brought him joy.

Before he was done with her, he wanted her writhing, panting, and breathless.

“Good,” he growled, unable to waste another fucking minute. Grasping the fabric, he flexed and ripped her yoga pants in two.

His mate gasped, and he smirked as he peeled her leggings and underwear off, then threw them away.

“I’ll buy you a new pair.”

“I… I’m not sure I care,” she mumbled, while she surveyed the damaged articles of clothing lying on the floor in a heap somewhere above his head.

“Good, because I plan to do that whenever I need you bare before me.”

Livia arched a challenging brow. “Then maybe you should buy me more clothing, after all. I didn’t bring all that much with me, and I don’t want to walk around this house naked all the time.”

His shaft twitched at the image she described, and a wicked smile curled his lips. “On second thought, maybe I shouldn’t replace the clothes I destroy. Having you naked sounds like a damn good idea.”




Livia slapped him lightly, and he chuckled. Still smiling, he raised his head and swiped his tongue along her seam.

“Oh my god,” she gasped.

Rhye didn’t wait. He licked her again, humming as he got a taste of her essence on his tongue.

By the Gods…

She tasted just as delicious as her signature: as sweet as flower nectar, as fresh as spring thunderstorms, with just a hint of vanilla.

He buried his face into her sweet haven, licking and sucking. She cried out, her hands burying in his long hair as she held herself up while simultaneously holding his mouth to her centre.

“Holy shit.” The airy curse spurned him on.

He nudged her clit with his nose before angling his head and circling it with his tongue, not touching it directly. Teasing her, he continued the leisurely pace, enjoying how she wiggled above him.

Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he dug his hands into the curves of her ass and held her still for him.

He touched her everywhere with his tongue, kissing every inch of her except the place she needed him most.

“Rhye.” His name was a song on her lips. “Rhye, p- please.”

Her fingers curled sharply into his hair as she tried to drag him to the right spot. He grinned beneath her, turned his head, his beard tickling her thighs, and nipped her inner leg.

“Stay still,” he warned.

“No.” Her defiance only made him want her more.

“Mmm. Then someone won’t get what they so badly need,” he tsked, having too much fun playing with her.

Moving one of his hands, he placed it between her thighs and thrust a large finger into her opening. Her sweet haven clenched around him, and he groaned as he moved it in and out of her, only curling it into the sweet spot inside her every now and then, easily keeping her on the edge without sending her over.

He loved the sound of her gasps, and the way she rocked into his palm, but he was careful. He didn’t let her have that pressure where she wanted it.

“Dammit, Rhye,” she cried, and finally stilled.

“Good girl,” he purred, and curled his finger into her just right. He followed it up with a strong, slow lick right over her clit.

“Yes! Oh, thank fuck,” she cried, her hands digging into his hair as she continued to hold still for him.

He loved how responsive she was, how she glistened with her excitement.

Latching his lips around that little bundle of nerves, he sucked and lapped at her, fucking her with first one finger, then daring to stretch her with two. Finally, he let her move, and she rode him with abandon, her initial hesitance dissipated like smoke in the wind.

She bit her lip to try and hold in her moans, but he wanted to hear her. Wanted those sweet noises to fill the air around them.

“Make me come, Rhye,” she ordered.

His shaft throbbed from the clear demand, and the faint wash of power behind her request. “As you wish, my love.”

Teasing her clit mercilessly, he sucked and nipped and licked until she was screaming his name. He felt the moment she lost control, her sweet haven fluttering wildly around his fingers, squeezing him so strongly he wanted to curse and worship the ground she walked on every day for the rest of her life.

He ached to know what she’d feel like clamped around his dick. Just imagining it had him dripping precome. Tongue circling right over her clit, she broke apart and soared for him.

He half expected her wings to sprout from her back as she flew, and he relentlessly licked her, pushing her higher and higher, wanting to see them arch above her.

“Oh my god!” she keened, rocking her sweet haven against his tongue.

Curling his fingers, he worked that swollen spot inside of her, refusing to quit until her thighs were quaking. Cheeks flushed a rosy pink, eyes bright, yet dazed, he finally slowed so she could breathe again.

Air pumped in and out of her lungs. Her beautiful breasts heaved and strained against the shirt she wore. He wanted to peel the rest of her clothing from her body, flip her onto her back, and thrust inside of her, but he knew as badly as he wanted to, she wasn’t ready for that step yet.

Closing his eyes, he licked her clean, savouring the flavour of her on his tongue, and willed his own dick to settle.

When she was ready, he helped lift her, and set her down beside him.

Small fingers intertwined with his as they lay next to each other, and when she smiled at him, he knew his whole world had been set right.

She studied him then, looking deeply into his grey eyes, searching, perhaps, for expectation or pressure to take things a step further. It made him want to pummelled whatever men she’d been with in the past, and he made sure there was nothing but genuine happiness for what they’d just shared together.

Someday, when they were ready, they’d take their relationship further, but he was sated and more than happy to just be in her presence. He hoped she knew she could trust him, that he’d never push her to do anything she wasn’t ready for, and that included so much more than just the sexual part of their relationship.

She was his to protect, to cherish, to care for. To love.

“Come on, Baby,” he prompted when he caught the quiet sound of her stomach growling.

While lazing around with her all day sounded like his version of heaven, he couldn’t have her hungry. Providing for her brought him just as much joy.

Sitting up, he quickly hiked up his boxers and peeled off his sweats. Helping her to her feet, he held his pants out for her, and urged her to step into them. Chuckling from how they swallowed her whole, he spent an extra minute or two rolling the waistband and the hem of each leg, but she still had to hold them up as she walked.