Chapter 121 The she-wolf of Silver Summit district
Mordaine's trick brought me dangerously close to orgasm, twice, and pushed my canines out, once.
Whatever research he had done made him treat my feet as a map. He knew just the right place to stimulate, to activate different parts of my body.
He engaged the back of my thigh, activated my already strung up pelvic floor and introduced even more tension to my lower abdomen all by simply caressing the arch under my foot.
And when he struck the ball of my feet with a whip, my core braced and electricity ran through my front thighs.
His tickling between my toes was what almost made me come.
“I was right. You are the mistress of your body.”
I did not feel like a mistress. Not when I was panting like a hog, finding it difficult to catch my breath.
He yanked my blindfold off then, and the light practically burned my eyes. But he waited, standing over me till I stopped blinking and opened my eyes fully.
“Your wolf-eyes burn red.” He frowned. “You have killed in the past.”
“I...” I stuttered, my heart skipping a beat. But he simply smiled.
“Good.”
He moved away and took position at my feet. “A final reminder. Keep your claws out, keep those wolf eyes on me, and do not cut my fun by coming.”
I gave him a nod as I reached up to wipe my cheek.
It was torture to watch and feel him coat one of my feet with the massage candle, and then he opened his zip, while staring right in my eyes.
Holding my feet pressed together like one would hold their hands together to pray, he slid his dick in between them.
My head fell back.
But I knew from the last time he spanked me to keep my eyes on him the whole time, watching him over my nose.
“You're a fast learner,” he repeated with a pleased smile.
His hips have a few testing thrusts, small flexes that sent electric capsules moving up from my feet, weaving into the very core of my vagina and swimming right up to my brain.
His girthy cock, the strength in his hips, the look in his eyes as he stared down at me was enough to undo a woman. Any woman.
But I forced myself not to focus too much on the pleasure. I did my best to keep Rhea in check, mentally switching into the mistress position like he advised, moaning and breathing through it all.
“Good. Breathe through it… Fuck.” His face was set in hard lines now. He was starting to rut faster. But even his selfishness over my body managed to turn me on.
Just at the point I thought I would come, he did, shooting pearly ribbons down my ankles, my calves, the creamy jets of it getting all the way up to my thighs.
It was all so hot I shut my eyes immediately, thinking of algebra and obtuse angles.
He collapsed against me then, kissing my legs. I opened my eyes to find him watching me from beneath his lashes.
In his eyes was that same emotion I had been catching glimpses of throughout the day. He grabbed a towel then from the nearby couch and began to wipe my body, staring from my neck.
Then, he kicked his pants off completely. But just as I started to hope, hope that he would finally thrust into me, he picked me off the bench and fell into the pool.
His torture carried on over the next few days. Wherever I was beginning to forget the unsoothed ache in my core, his hand would disappear under my skirt or sink in my shorts, stroking my clit or pussy walls till I began to squirm and trash my hips, and then he would leave me again.
After a late lunch on the second day, I snuck out of the house, seeking refuge in the garden. I was desperate to put as much distance between my pussy and his wicked fingers and eager tongue.
By the lake, I stripped off all my clothes and plunged naked in the almost icy water. It was so good, shocking all the horny heat out of me.
I floated to the top, lay face up and let my body drift easily as I stared up at the sky.
The world was quiet here, peaceful and safe. Even the air smelled clean. And although I could see grey clouds gathering at a distance, the sky directly above me was a bright blue.
In my temporary state of tranquility, my mind wandered to the video call earlier this morning. All four of us had been on the call, but Mordaine was not his usual teasing self.
He stared at Finn mostly, with that same look I had caught him giving me the last few days. I could draw no parallels, except our training sessions were reminding him of the time he had just met Finn.
Finn, on the other hand, was suspiciously happy, a new kind of joy I had only seen on his face that one time we danced in this very garden.
He laughed, too, a lot, his eyes bright when the men teased themselves, and just before the call ended, he gave me a wink that made my cheeks burn.
Whatever happened to him in Japan to have lifted his mood so much, I was grateful for it. I would personally wish away all his sadness if I could.
I stared at a bed flying overhead as my arms fluttered lightly beside me. They would both be flying to Osaka by now, and…. I was drinking lake water.
My body trashed, kicking, fighting for breath as a heavy mass pressed me into the lake. The pressure was strongest around my neck, keeping me firmly under the water no matter how hard I struggled.
Skin walkers were not supposed to get in here. How did they get in here?
More pressure. It was tightening around my neck now, drowning me. My arms cramped, and my legs were beginning to slow. My body was turning limp, my consciousness swimming away from me.
That was the moment my wolf instinct kicked in. My bones cracked, realigning to become a four-legged beast when I heard the deep, unmistakable voice.
“I will break off both your hind legs if I see that wolf.”
I gulped and mineral-heavy water flooded my throat, burning my lungs.
Mordaine. He could and would carry out that threat if I dared him. I had known him just for a short while, but I knew he really would leave me as the two-legged wolf of Silver Summit district.
“You are the mistress of your body, Lys.” He barked like a sergeant now. “Break free!”
My chest tightened, that now familiar tightness that felt like claustrophobia. And then my skin began to shine, but at this moment, it was as much heat as it was illumination.
Instinct inspired my next move.
I jerked my body forward and dove further into the lake instead of trying to swim upward. It worked, so well I was pulling the heavy dragon with me.
Then I curled into myself as I spun 180 around him, and brought my knees up to my chin. I kicked him hard on the chest.
My kick carried a force that was unnatural for a werewolf. It curled the water like beach waves and sent the dragon sinking to the very bottom like a heavy boulder.