Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 10

Draping her arms around his shoulders she floated closer. Taking in a deep breath, she was glad she didn't have to pretend anymore, at least not around him. Even though they had never lived in a pack, her parents did tell her as much as they knew about pack life, and being a were. Her father told of pure matings, two were's so attracted to each other that when either would fight the pull, they'd go insane. A brief memory flashed by of her parents' love for each other, so clear to see. She wanted the same. And she was sure Chris was the one who could make that possible. Her mother should have known, she must have seen something which made her advise her daughter to tell the truth.

"Mine," she whispered in Chris' ear. "But you'll pay for the new couch. Deal?"

Suddenly his arms were around her, crashing her against his chest, pushing back her need to float against him.

"You can have as many couches as you want, I don't care," he said as he held her to him, with one arm around her waist, his other around her shoulders. He felt her legs wrap around his own waist and he bit back a groan when he felt her pressed tightly against his throbbing groin.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her wrapped around him like this. He didn't quite understand how fast everything had happened, but the woman in his arms was his entire world now. He smiled thinking how exciting it would be to chase and catch her in the estate woods. He chuckled, remembering she wasn't just a wolf. That chase would prove to be a very hard one, one he already looked forward to.

"Are you going to keep standing here, laughing about I don't know what. Or are you going to put that couch to good use?" Mia whispered in Chris' ear again.

The hand that rested on her shoulder, now gripped her head again. A fierce look came into his golden flickering eyes. That little minx is daring me!

"You bet I'll put it to good use," he said before he covered her mouth in a searing kiss.

She felt the familiar tingles traveling down her abdomen and she clenched her legs tighter around his waist, pressing herself harder onto his evident arousal. She moaned when he deepened the kiss, the tango of their tongues fueling their passion to a new level. She felt sad when he broke their kiss and pried her away from his body.

He had to create some distance between them or he would just take her and unceremoniously fuck her brains out and mate her. He had to get a grip on himself. He wanted to enjoy her, look at her. He wanted her to know he wasn't all sweet talk at all. He needed her to know and accept he expected his mate to listen to him unconditionally. He wanted her to trust him even more, knowing that he'd be a demanding lover and mate. That he would take what he wanted and desired.

Chris wanted to see how far she would go along. Would she fight him from the very first moment? Or would she get excited by it, as much as he did?

"Undress!" he demanded as he sat down again. Carefully he adjusted his cock, never taking his eyes off of Mia. "Today preferably, unless you want them shredded to pieces," he said firmly.

Slowly Mia started to undo the row of tiny buttons on the front of her dress. She could have used the zipper at the back, but that seemed too easy to her. Bit by bit she revealed her pale skin. She left the fabric hanging loose as she slowly trailed her finger down from her throat, passing the valley between her breasts, going lower, circling her belly button. She repeated the same with her other hand.

Mia lifted one leg and placed it between his legs on the couch.

"I could use some help with these," she said in a husky tone as she slowly moved her leg from side to side.

He liked that she didn't hesitate for a single second. He liked that even when he had told her what to do, she still found the courage to keep teasing him. He liked where this was heading.

He grabbed her calf gently with one hand as he lifted it a little so he could remove her shoe with the other. Then both his hands traveled up her leg to the hem of her stocking. Hooking his thumbs in the thin fabric, he pulled it down. He made sure his hands touched as much as they could and he lightly scraped her skin. A corner of his mouth perked up when he noticed she loved what he was doing.

His nostril flared when they took in her aroused scent and he had to fight back his urge to simply rip the rest of her clothes off of her body and just take her right there. He breathed heavily. By the time he reached her ankle, he removed the stocking and threw it aside. Gripping her feet tightly he placed a soft kiss on the inside of her knees before he placed her foot back on the ground.

Placing her other foot in the same spot, Chris repeated his actions, gently scraping her tender flesh as he removed her other stocking. When he threw that one away as well, he didn't release her foot, but placed it on the armrest. He licked his lips, taking in the view she provided before him.

Her breasts were still covered, barely, by the fabric of her dress. Slowly his hand slid up the back of her leg until he covered one bare cheek of her bum, indicating she was wearing a tiny thong. He growled appreciatively and kissed her thigh softly. Chris placed his other hand on her taut stomach and gently caressed his way up to her heaving breasts.

He kept going up, past her bosom and lightly trailed her lower lip with his thumb. Before Mia could even wrap her lips around it he was already gone again. He followed her collarbone and spread his fingers. Moving lower he covered the swell of her breast, her tiny, but hard nipple poking between his fingers.

"So soft, so sweet and all mine," she heard him say just as he pinched her nipple and pulled softly at it.

She moaned. How she didn't know, but it was as if he knew what turned her on. Mia felt herself get even wetter than she already was, her legs were trembling in anticipation of his next move. He toyed a bit longer with her breasts, always mirroring his actions. Even with his hand on her ass, she didn't feel so steady on her legs and she had to grab his shoulder to stay upright while he kept tormenting her nipples.

One second he seemed to be exploring them, feeling the weight in the palm of his hand, the next he was twisting and pulling at her nipples, sending bolts of pleasure throughout her entire body. He looked up at her half closed eyes and grinned knowingly. Leaving her breasts, his hand moved down over her tummy and stopped when he covered her still thong covered mound with his palm.

He made tiny circles while he pressed his hand against her with more earnest. She couldn't stop herself and moved against his hand, seeking pleasure. He stopped immediately and removed his hand. She wanted to protest but one look stopped her from doing so.

"Turn around," he said in a strained voice.

She did as he asked and waited.

"Move over to the other couch," came his next command.

Again she listened and waited.

"Remove your dress," he ordered now.

She could hear the restrained lust in his voice and she smiled. Ever so slowly she slid off one side of the dress, but held it in her hand, then did the same to the other side. Her back was now exposed to him. Waiting a few seconds, she relished in the feeling he was as excited as she was, his heavy breathing proof of that. Letting the dress go, it pooled at her feet.

There she stood in nothing but a thong, waiting for his next words. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder. Surprised at his swiftness she tried to look behind her but his words stopped her.

"Eyes in front, my little druid, I want this night to last a little longer," he whispered behind her.

She shivered contently when she realized the meaning of his words. She wasn't the only one balancing on that small edge.

His hand sneaked around her and caressed her tummy and moved down until he covered her mound again. This time he used his fingers to apply a bit of pressure. It didn't last long before he removed his hand again.

"Kneel on the couch and grab the back," he instructed again.

Complying to his wishes she carefully got into the position he had asked. She shivered anxiously when his hands traveled over her back, over her shoulders, down her arms until he covered her hands with his own, meaning he was towering over her completely, yet only their hands touched.

"You keep your eyes in front of you and your hands on the back of the couch. You will not let go, no matter what happens. Understand?" he spoke softly as he briefly buried his nose in her hair.

"Understood," she huskily replied.

Suddenly he was gone and she heard a brief rustling of clothes. She smiled but was a little sad she couldn't see him naked yet. She longed to see if he looked as stunning as he felt. Turning her head sideways she wanted to take a little peek but his hand prevented her from doing so.

"I said eyes up front and I meant it. I won't hesitate to blindfold you if you won't listen," he told her.

She couldn't believe his words but she wanted to see him, so she ignored his warning words and turned around again. Gently but firmly he gripped her hair and made sure she was looking in front of her.

"You should learn to listen," he spoke softly in her ear.

He ripped a piece of fabric of his shirt and made it into a make shift blindfold. Covering her eyes he tied it at the back of her head, making sure no hair was caught in the knot.

"Is this too tight?" he gently asked as his hands started exploring her backside.

"It's fine," came her soft response.

He was aware of her turmoil and her inner battle about what he had just done, the fact that it actually turned her on too, he could smell it. He expected her to try again, he had waited for it even. He would never hurt her, but he wanted her mad with lust, he wanted to show her how things between them would be.

He wasn't going to hide that he was a dominant lover, one who knew what he wanted. He wasn't selfish, he didn't only take, he gave as well, he enjoyed it even. And that was just what he was planning on doing. Tenderly he stroked her bum with both hands, massaging it softly. Occasionally his fingers disappeared under the tiny fabric that failed to hide her dripping pussy.

"Are you going to be a good little druid now?" he asked.

She nodded and took in a deep breath.

"Good. Now let's get started, shall we," he said as he gripped her thong and ripped it from her body. Taking a step back, he took in the wonderful view.

There sat his mate, on her knees and slightly bent over, gripping the back of the couch, waiting for his next touch.

He felt his cock twitch as he thought about how she would feel wrapped around his hard flesh, how she'd moan when he was inside her.

"Spread your legs wider, show yourself to me, show me how wet you are for me," he told her.

He dropped to his knees behind her and inhaled her scent. He placed his hands on her ankles and slowly moved upwards, past her knees and thighs until he covered her ass again. He gave her an appreciative squeeze and then lowered his hands to her dripping pussy. With his thumbs he followed the outline of her puffy outer lips. When he reached her clit he circled it with one thumb first, then repeated the same with the other.

Two fingers kept her pussy wide open to him. Teasingly he circled around her opening with his other finger and slowly made his way inside. She was wet alright, that was how smooth he slid his finger deep inside. Exploring her for a little while he removed his finger and licked her juices off of it.

"You taste so fine, pure ambrosia," he purred behind her before he dipped his head between her thighs and reentered the moist depths with his tongue, where seconds before his finger had explored her deeply.

A soft rumbling arose from his chest, only adding to the torment he was inflicting upon her. She never could have imagined a man having so much power over her, that she listened to his every command and actually obeyed. He may think her fluids were ambrosia to him, but his tongue was pure heaven to her.

She was thankful that he had ordered her to grab the back of the couch, she was hanging on for dear life, trying not to collapse. The things he does with his tongue should be forbidden! she thought. She felt his focus shift to her throbbing clit. Gently he pried away the protective hood and twirled his tongue slowly around the little nub. He shifted lightly without leaving her clit untouched.

She whimpered when she felt his finger enter her again, after a few strokes a second and a third finger joined in. She felt stuffed, but all she could do was moan, whimper and gasp in delight of everything he was doing to her and letting her feel. She never had been an angel when it came to sex, she had many lovers over the years. Thinking back briefly none of them had ever dominated her this much, yet put her desire at first place.

He had wanted her compliant and now he had her in just that position. The combination of his tongue and fingers were proving to be her undoing. She felt the familiar tingles starting to travel through her veins, all going toward her wet center. Her inner walls were shuddering when her orgasm hit her.

She gripped the couch as she was riding the high waves of pleasure, biting her lip, preventing herself from crying out loud. Wave after wave washed over her. After a while she was getting anxious, Chris wasn't giving up. He had kept on licking her clit and pumping his fingers inside of her when she fell apart and she had expected him stop when she relaxed after a while.

He wasn't stopping at all. Actually he was building up again and as drained as she felt, her body decided differently. It got ready to ride those blissful waves again. Knowing how intense her first orgasm had been, she braced trying to relax as much as possible, letting the tiny trickles of electricity get together in her core once again. She couldn't take much more of this and unconsciously pushed back against his fingers and tongue.

Chris smiled inwardly while he savored her sweet juices. He knew she was fully his the moment he felt her pushing back, urging him on to let her cum again. He had waited for that. He was well aware he was a dominant lover, but he'd never forget the pleasure his partner needed. Most had been very vocal about their needs, but with Mia it was completely different.

It felt like he had awakened a whole new side of her persona, a side, he very much was falling in love with. He had ordered her around, but when it mattered, she had tried to turn against him, with him blindfolding her as a result. The scent she emanated right after he did was more proof to him she enjoyed it. He liked that she had tried, so he could show her he preferred his commands obeyed and what happened when she didn't.

It showed her that either way, he'd never really hurt her. It just proved his point that even 'punishment' could be enjoyed, the choice would always be hers as to which way she wanted things to go.

And right now he had wanted her to admit to her own pleasure and not feel afraid of letting him know what she wanted. He loved how she came apart the first time, but he knew he could do better and kept going, pushing and coaxing for another round. When she pushed back he knew she'd given in.

He started to mix licks and little nibbles on her clit as he started thrusting his fingers faster inside of her. He felt her legs starting to shake and he had to wrap his one free arm around her to support her when the second orgasm hit her. He gentled his licks when he felt her trembling and contracting around his fingers. It seemed like ages before she stopped cuming and if he already hadn't had his arm around her she surely would have collapsed right there and then.

After giving her a last tender lick and slowly removing his fingers, he praised himself for not having jumped her before. He had enjoyed this a lot more, of that he was sure. Leisurely he licked up the juices she had left behind around his mouth and savored her sweet taste as he licked it off of his fingers as well.

His other arm was still around her, supporting her. He slightly bend over her, grabbed her tighter and then tucked his other arm under her knees. With a gentle tugging he turned her sideways so he could cradle her close to him.

He looked at the couch and grinned, he owed her a new one. In the heat of her passion she must have unconsciously shifted her hands, as if to hold on stronger. The result was that the back of her couch was completely torn up.

With Mia in his arms, he turned around completely and sat down. Tenderly he removed the makeshift blindfold.

Automatically she snuggled closer, her arms sneaking around his wide chest and a contented sigh escaping from her lips. He smiled at her acceptance. Chris decided to give her a few minutes to recuperate, but he wasn't done yet. He shifted carefully, grabbing his throbbing cock and positioning it a somewhat more comfortable angle before he embraced her with both his arms and buried his nose in her silky soft locks.

He liked how her hair draped itself over her back, covering his arms. It almost reached her bum. After a while he started stroking her back, his finger gliding smoothly through her soft locks. Her chest rumbled in appreciation. He was sure she'd be purring like a kitten right now if their kind had the possibility.

Cupping her face, he tilted it so he could look her straight in the eyes. The dreamy look he found boosted his ego. He was the reason she looked like that. Bending down he gently trailed her lips with his own before pressing them together a bit more. His tongue darted out, asking for entrance, which she willingly gave.

How fierce their first few kisses were, how tender and sweet the kiss was she was receiving now. He still guided their kiss, but gone was his dominant demeanor he had portrayed before. Shifting herself on his lap, she sat up straighter and instead of embracing his chest, she moved her arms around his neck. She pulled him close and sighed when she felt her stiff nipples brush against his naked torso. She always had imagined all were males to have a chest covered in hair, like her dad, but when she went exploring with one hand all she felt was his bare chest.

Curious at how he looked, Mia disentangled herself from his embrace and leaned back. Only one word crossed her mind when she took in the athletic build of Chris : JACKPOT! And he was all hers. Her eyes traveled south and she took in the heavy erection he was still sporting. Bringing her eyes back up, she locked them with his. She could see the golden sparks dancing around, she was sure she was having the same reaction.

Her gaze fixated on his, she lowered her hand and gently placed it around his hard flesh. As if it had a life of its own, it twitched when her hand connected with the warm, hard but soft flesh. Slowly she started moving her hand up and down. His breathing got heavier and his eyes darkened even more. Then his hand covered hers and held her still. He squeezed his large hand around hers and his cock, indicating he didn't mind a firm a hand.

"I'll let you play more another time, but I think it's time for round two now. Time we went all the way," he told her before he slanted his lips over hers.

The tenderness was still there but she felt his dominance alongside the kiss. It was, at least for her, an intoxicating combo, one she was glad she did not have to give up.

Mia felt his hands exploring her front, cupping one breast in his palm and kneading it firmly. She felt her pussy contract as he flicked her nipple with his thumb. Her moan held back by Chris' lips that were doing a thorough job of making her lose her mind. Kiss after kiss he started, one tender, one slow, another a bit more fierce.