Chapter 51

Adrian.

Poppy applies the cold salve over my wound before placing a gauze over it and pushing it into my skin. I wince again at her rough touch but say nothing about it.

“How am I supposed to know that? Our relationship hasn’t been the best over the years. Besides, your reputation isn’t perfect when it comes to women,” she accuses me.

My eyes immediately narrow at her when she throws my past into my face.

“I wasn’t the one who lied about their wolf.” I point back.

I could tell that hit a nerve.

“Can you blame me? You can’t even feel the pull of your mate. You attacked me on the first night of my shift when I accidentally bumped into you. What was I supposed to say when you asked me that question?”

“The truth!” I yell, instantly regretting it when I wince, and take hold of my side to stop the pain.

“You need to calm down; you are only hurting yourself more,” she says to me.

“Then stop saying things that are going to piss me off.”

“Stop being an ass, and I will.”

That sharp tongue of hers.

Poppy tries to get from her spot, but I grab her wrist and yank her down on top of me, not caring about the pain it’s causing.

“Let go; you’re going to make me hurt you,” she says to me while attempting to pull herself off of me.

“You’re worth it. Now shut up and lay down with me for a little bit.” I tell her.

I watch as her silver eyes narrow at me, and she presses her lips into a thin line. She wants to give me some witty comeback but decides not to and follows my instructions.

She lowers herself down and rests her head against my chest. I suck in the scent of her hair, wishing it’s her scent that I’m taking in. It’s so frustrating that I can’t feel the static connection when her skin touches mine. But I don’t care; the ancestors told me the Witch-Wolf is my mate, and even she admitted her wolf is the witch-wolf. I’m going to make her mine no matter what.

I wrap my arms around her and kiss the top of her head. She’s awfully quiet right now. Her thoughts must be going crazy as she tries to figure out where we go next.

“Stop stressing and enjoy the moment,” I tell her.

She lets out a huff.

“How did you know?”

I chuckle lightly.

“Because you wouldn’t be you if you weren’t.”

I bet she doesn’t realize how well I know her already.

“I can’t help it,” she admits.

“Try for me, please?”

She takes in a deep breath, and I can feel the tension slowly release from her body as she rests calmly against me.

Success.

I try to keep my nerves calm and follow my own advice to take a moment and relax. But there’s a topic that we are going to have to talk about sooner or later.

The curse.

And what we need to do to break it.

I remember Poppy talking about certain parts of the curse that pertain to her and to me, too.

There has to be a way for us to get what we both want without breaking our bonds.

“Now you need to be the one told to relax,” she whispers.

She’s right.

I close my eyes and clear my mind of all the things that are causing me worry and concern at the moment. I push my thoughts to imagine Poppy and me in my room while taking her in delicious and sinful ways.

A rumble escapes from my chest as an evil smile creeps onto my face.

Poppy pops her head up to look at me.

“What are you thinking about?”

“How badly I want to take you and show you all the different ways I can make you sore.”

Her eyes widen with excitement as she bites down on her lower lip.

“You keep doing that, and I’m going to have to take that lip away from you,” I threaten.

Poppy licks her lips and then gives me a devious smile.

“Looks like you want to do something to me,” she says to me.

I nod my head to answer her.

“Then go ahead.”

With one hand, I grab hold of her by the back of her head and fist my fingers into her hair while pulling her down toward me and crushing her lips against mine.

She moans against my mouth, and it makes me want to take her even more. I run my tongue across her lips. She responds by opening her mouth to let me in.

With my other hand, I trace my fingers against her body before slipping them between her legs and beginning to rub. I smile greedily against her lips when I feel that she is already wet.

Poppy pulls herself up and starts to grind against my fingers. I’m more than happy to give her what she needs as I watch her work for her release.

I tighten my grip on her hair to hold her against me as I push her panties aside and dip my fingers inside her to give her a real release.

Poppy begins to move faster as her body clenches around my fingers. She closes her eyes and digs her nails into my chest as she releases a cry of enjoyment. Her breathing becomes labored as she pulses against me, releasing herself onto my fingers.

When Poppy finishes, she opens her eyes, and I can see she’s hungry for more. She leans over and captures my lips with hers, running her teeth against them while tugging on my lower lip.

Such a naughty girl I have.

Poppy starts tugging on my pants, letting me know that she wants me to lower them while she hops off of me and removes her clothes at the same time.

I can see the need in her eyes as she crawls back on top of me. She needs this just as much as I do—a way to feel connected to each other.

She straddles me and lowers herself while taking me in. A groan and moan escape from both of us as she pushes herself down to take me in her fully.

I smile while watching Poppy move back and forth against me to fulfill both of our needs. It’s one place where we can block out the rest of the world, not caring about anything else, and be exactly what we need for each other.

“That’s it, Poppy, that’s a good girl,” I tell her, giving her words of encouragement as she rides to get closer to her climax.

She lets out a moan as her body begins to move faster, moving her closer to reaching where I want her to be. For the first time in my life, I didn’t care about finding my release; I only cared about Poppy getting hers.

I look back up into her eyes when I notice she’s starting to slow down.

“What are you doing?” I ask her.

“I want to wait for you,” she tells me. “I want us to reach our climaxes together,” she says through her labored breathing.

I growl at her as I reach up and wrap my arms around her, thrusting myself deeper inside her to get to my release. Poppy starts to quiver in my arms as she hits her climax. I thrust my last few thrusts before finding my release and emptying myself inside her.

We both collapse back onto the couch, falling asleep after our swift yet very enjoyable adventure.