Chapter 160

Grace

He pulled my shirt, sweater, and bra off. Then, his hands slipped under the waistband of my sweatpants and into my panties. His fingers fluttered against me before he sunk one into me in one slow push. I groaned, throwing my head back as he latched onto my breasts again. I reached for his shoulders, and he caught my hands, pushing them back to the bed and holding them there.

"Be good," he whispered, sliding his tongue along my open lips, probing and flicking against mine. I felt like he was drinking in every panting breath as I tried to ride the pleasure he was slowly coaxing out of me.

"Charles--" I choked on the sound as his finger thrust deeper.

"I have a lot of plans for you. Very rigorous lessons, Ms. Wolfe, pay attention." He nipped at my throat, and it made my whole body shudder. He eased my sweatpants down and pulled me up to the top of the bed. Before I realized it, my hands were bound with a star-studded cloth. I blinked, and laughter escaped me. He grinned down at me.

"What is this?"

"A gift," he said softly. "My cousins have a strange sense of humor with scarves. Given the stars, I thought Cecil would like it on you."

He smirked. "It's growing on me."

I flushed. "I will never be able to wear it without thinking about this..."

"That's the plan," he grinned. "Consider it... motivation. Conditioning?"

I scowled at him. "I'm not a dog."

"People can be conditioned, too," he said. "Would you like to know what I want to condition into you?"

I set my jaw, meeting his gaze.

"Expecting care," he said. "And never accepting less."

My eyes widened. I felt whatever bit of anger could have been building dissipate almost as quickly as it had gathered.

"Among other things," he said.

"L-Like?"

"Pleasure. Desire. Patience...More."

Before I could say anything, his tongue thrust into my mouth. His hands pulled my legs apart, and his fingers thrust back into me. I clenched my thighs around his shoulders, shuddering at the way he stroked me inside, probing like he knew every little spot there was inside me. He murmured something to himself, low and approving, as I bucked my hips into his hand. He didn't try to stop me as he pressed his thumb against me, sending sparks through me as he rubbed, slow and deliberate.

"Four."

"Wh-What?" I asked, shaking and quickly losing myself to his ruthless pace.

"I think I got you to four before you passed out last time," his voice was pensive, almost clinical, and it shouldn't have been such a turn-on, but it was.

"Let's try for at least two more this time."

I went still, and he did something, twisted his wrist, and pressed in a way that drove me right over the edge. I came violently, like a hurricane, like a damn explosion. Hot strikes of pleasure tore through me, ripping through my consciousness and ability to reason.

I lay beneath him, shaking and in disbelief, as I felt the soft throbbing in my wrists from straining against the cloth. I looked up at him as he drew his hand from between my thighs. He raised it to his face, breathed deep, and licked his fingers, one after another, never breaking eye contact.

I was going to fucking die under that burning red gaze.

"That was perfect."

A shuddering laugh escaped me. "T-That's my line."

He smirked. "Say it at number seven."

Seven?I shook my head. "Charles, I can't. I'll die."

"Doubtful," he said, his eyes almost manic. His voice was heavy with desire. "I could have you for hours. Devour you for days."

My stomach quivered at the feverish intensity of his voice. He pulled my legs further apart, placed one of my ankles on his shoulder, and pressed my other thigh into the sheets as he just looked at me. Thighs splayed, bound, I wondered what I looked like to him.

His face told me: a meal that he intended to enjoy for as long as his appetite held out.

"T-That's not fair," I stammered. "There's no way I can get to seven."

He smirked. "Maybe not with some twenty-something werewolf asshole who didn't care about the number."

He leaned close. "You're not dealing with a werewolf, Grace. I'll make sure you don't forget it. Remember, the lesson is more."

He slid his fingers back into me and sucked my other nipple into his mouth. The stretch in my leg was just short of painful, but it felt like he knew just how far to push.

Was he stretching me out? For what?

"Ch-Charles, really--" I moaned as he added another finger and nipped at my neck.

I could hear and feel how wet I was. The sound of his fingers sliding in and out of me made me dizzy. The heat of him made me squirm. A distant sense of fear, like an animal realizing they were trapped, flickered through me.

He blew across my nipple with a soft, hushing sound.

"Relax, sweet," he whispered. "Trust me. You'll excel."

I didn't think so.

"You always do. You're always so sweet and soft for me, so willing."

I clenched the fabric around my wrists, shuddering as I felt the hot feeling of his cock.

Bear.

My eyes widened. "C-Condom."

He smirked. "You remember that trip we took to Lake Town, hm?"

I nodded. "But I didn't take..."

"You don't need to," he said. "I did. Richard's not old enough for you to be in the clear. It's safer if I take it."

My heart fluttered. Something tender and warm grew in me as I looked up at him. I felt utterly protected. He smiled and kissed my cheek tenderly.

"Lasts longer, too."

I bit my lip. "You thought about this a lot."

"I have a distinct reason to," he said. "You draw trouble like a magnet, and if we can't leave Mooncrest for a while, I want to have sex with you every chance I can."

"Charles--"

He gave me a wolfish grin. "Every chance and in every way. Front, back, sideways, up against the wall, on the floor until you can't take it."

I could see it. I bit my lip.

"The laundry room."

He smirked. "At least once... hopefully before Eason's cleared, or we're going to have a hell of a time convincing them to run interference."

I let out a sharp sigh as he pressed a little more firmly. He was burning hot. How could I have ever thought that I hadn't been wearing a condom before? I trembled, bracing myself for it as he drew his cock back and forth against me, teasing me until my hips pushed against him as much as I could without leverage. He rolled his hips against me, still just teasing with shallow little thrusts. I squirmed. I tried to plead, but the words wouldn't home. I couldn't stand it. I needed it.

He caught me up in a kiss so demanding that it left me boneless. He bit my lip and slid his tongue into my mouth, mimicking the shallow thrusts he was making.

Before I could breathe in to ask, he was pushing into me with one deep, hard plunge. I almost screamed. He was so hard and hot. Was it deeper or just rougher than before? I couldn't think. The world was white noise and the sound of his heart against my ear, yet he was still pushing in, filling me. I needed to breathe, but I couldn't. I didn't want to if it meant he wouldn't give it all to me.

I wanted everything. I had never been so greedy. I had never been so needy. He cupped the back of my head, grinding his cock into me with his full weight behind it. My eyes pricked with tears, but I couldn't say why.

"There you are," he whispered, kissing my cheek gently. "Let me give you more."

More. So much more that I couldn't resist him or think if I tried. I couldn't hear anything but the creak of my bed beneath us as he rocked into me. It was so good. So fucking perfect. Then, he folded my other leg and put my other ankle on his shoulder to plunge into me, driving me higher and further out of my mind with pleasure.

I was glowing, melting, and crashing through wave after wave of pleasure.

"Just like that, you take me so well." He grunted. "With me this time."

He flipped me over and drew me back on his cock with a hard, sharp thrust. I twisted, clawing at the sheets, trying to get my bearings, but he pressed me down, forcing me to arch my back as he thrust into me. I felt like my orgasm had just started when I was tumbling into another one and further into darkness.

But I heard him before the world vanished.

"You're perfect."