Chapter 99 - Violet

He didn’t need to be commanded twice. He ripped off his and my bottoms. I opened my legs for him, letting him rub against my clit with his rock-hard dick. On one of the rubs his dick went inside, making me gasp. He slowly sawed in and out, driving me mad with the slow pace.

I looked down as he pulled slowly out of me, my juices already covering him. He didn’t speed his tempo. He continued to thrust in and out of me at the same slow rate.

“Harder.” I breathed.

He didn’t speed up, but with each thrust going in he pushed harder. Filling me with his dick.

“Simon, harder.” I commanded, louder.

“No.” He stared into my eyes as he continued at the slow pace, but pushing harder as he went in.

It was driving me insane. I let my magic flow throw me and lifted us and flipped us, so I was on top. I started to grind against him, his dick as far as it would go into me. I needed this second release, and he refused to give it to me.

His hands went up my shirt and palmed my breasts. Finger and thumb, twisting my nipples until they were hard. He pushed us up, so we were in a sitting position. I continued to grind against him, hard. He pulled on my night shirt, and it tore off me. At the sight of my free breasts, he licked my nipple, causing electricity to jolt through my body. He took as much of my breast as he could into his mouth and flicked his tongue against my nipple.

I hung my head back. Enjoying the sensations of what his body did to mine. I could feel another orgasm building and tearing through my body, ready to burst. I could feel his body tense, he was going to orgasm, and I wanted to go with him.

He pulled me close with one hand and flipped us back over, so he was on top again. Instead of going at his slow pace, he slammed into me fast and hard. Exactly what I needed and wanted. He grunted with exertion. My orgasm coiled through my body; I could feel his coming to a peak. He let out a roar as he came. My orgasm clamped around him, pulsing with pleasure.

He slowed as he emptied himself into me. I was breathing heavily. He slowly lowered himself on me, rolling so I was on top of him. He remained inside of me, dick twitching. I laid on top of him, letting the electricity flow through us.

I raised up onto my elbows and looked at him. His eyes were half closed, exertion and satisfaction on his face.

“You like to torture me, don’t you?”

“Only a little.” He gave me a wicked grin. “You using magic wasn’t fair.”

“You have brawn and I have magic. It’s an even playing field.” I shrugged.

He chuckled. At least the furrow in his brow went away. I brushed my fingers against his face, pushing the hair that fell over his face aside.

“You know you don’t have to worry about me.” My tone was serious.

He frowned. “That’s like asking a dog to be a vegetarian. You’re my mate. I will worry about you, it’s part of my job.”

“Then I get to worry about you.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” He put his arms around me. “But don’t make yourself sick over it.”

“No promises.” I smiled at him and lay back down on his chest. I wanted to lay in the moment, with him still inside of me, gently rubbing my back. This was the first time in weeks that I felt relaxed. I had so much to worry about and in two days, the Yule Ball will be here and then after I can focus on getting my coven free.

The next day started in a flurry. I was running around the house making sure that everything was in order for Stella to start prepping for the big day. Whenever I talked to her, she was cool, calm and collected. She instructed me many times that if she needed anything she would let me know and to get out of her kitchen. She would gently escort me out and close the door behind her.

I clutched my clipboard of tasks that needed to be finished. Everything was done, food was confirmed, bartenders were confirmed, but I felt like I was missing something. My mouth started to water as I felt the need to throw up overtake me. I sprinted to the bathroom and let everything out.

I sat and gripped the bowl. I was ready for this party to be over. Simon, Greta, and Jared constantly told me there was nothing to worry about. Even though this was the biggest event of the year it was really chill. Simon reminded me, as long as the booze continued to flow everyone was happy. And that meeting me, their new Luna that was a witch, was just the topping on the cake.

I still had my doubts though. I didn’t know how the other packs were going to take that one of their alliance packs had a witch for a Luna. Would they pull their alliance? Start a fight? Simon didn’t think it was an issue. The other pack Alphas and Lunas already met me and liked me. He was sure that they already informed their packs of the situation and to ‘behave.’

Simon also mentioned that since he was employing a large number of the other pack members that they wouldn’t want to start anything. They needed the jobs he supplied, so they wouldn’t cause trouble. Even with his reassurance, I still wasn’t sure.

I walked around the hall and looked at the decorations. I made small adjustments here and there, but there was really nothing left for me to do. I needed to keep busy, but Simon said that I needed to relax before the ball. I should take a day or two off from training, just to relax my nerves. He didn’t realize that when I didn’t have anything to do, I was more anxious. Like I was forgetting something.

“You cannot be decorating more.” Greta’s voice came from the doorway.

“No, I’m just trying to figure out what else I need to do.” I turned and looked at her.

“You can relax. Alpha’s orders. And we can go try on our dresses.”

“You’re done with guard duty?” I looked at the clock and it was just a little past twelve. I thought you wouldn’t be done until after three.

“I was relieved early.” Greta said turning a fork over. I walked over and put it back to how it was. “Let’s go try on our dresses.”

“Yes, but how long will that take us? A few minutes? If I don’t have something to do, then I’m going to be thinking about tomorrow. And thinking about tomorrow sends my stress levels through the roof. And with my stress so high, it makes me sick. Then I get Simon concerned and he gives me a sad look and furrows his brow. Then I feel bad, which in turn makes me more stressed out because I’m stressing him out…do you see my problem?” I took a breath, I didn’t breath through that whole rant.

“Oh damn.” Greta said, eyes wide. “So, let’s have a spa day! Like we used to do. I have some trashy magazines, face masks and nail polish. We can hole up in your room and watch terrible tv and just relax and talk. That for sure will get us to the evening when our men get done with whatever they are doing.” She laid a hand on my shoulder. “You really need it. You’re wound tighter than a fucking screw.”

“That sounds amazing.” I took a breath. “Meet you in my room in five?”

“Done!” Greta turned on her heels and ran out of the room. We haven’t had much time together. She was constantly on guard duty or helping me train. But we just didn’t have time to chat. She was my best friend and Beta, and we haven’t had a moment to bond since that first day.