The White Werewolf || Season One: Ties That Bind

Chapter Fifty-Six

Hengfors, 1253

"So what's the problem?" Jaskier wondered as he came over to their table for a break from playing.

"I need to know the real story," Geralt growled angrily. "But no one will tell it to me because they're afraid of witchers."

He'd been increasingly more irritable ever since his revelation the previous year. He was trying so hard not to tell Robin how he felt that he was keeping her at a distance. The worst part was that she hadn't even appeared to notice, since she was spending so much time in Chaos.

And he still wasn't sleeping well, which certainly did nothing to improve his mood.

"Can't Robin just read their minds?" Jaskier pointed out.

She shook her head. "I wouldn't be able to find all the details Geralt needs. It's a tricky business, and they're all drunk. Their thoughts will be a mess."

"But," she decided next, standing and adjusting her dress to show more cleavage, "there are other ways to get what you want."

Geralt's eyes widened and Jaskier leaned against the wall to watch as Robin strode over to the table. She hadn't gotten rid of her dresses since redesigning her clothes, and she sometimes wore them when they were with other company for the night.

"What is she doing?" the witcher asked.

Jaskier smirked. "I believe she's using her womanly wiles to get you what you need."

Geralt watched as Robin smiled and laughed. The men were gazing at her, riveted by her every word, even though she wasn't saying much.

Soon, the entire story was pouring out of them. Geralt could hear every word.

But despite the result, he found himself growing more and more enraged as they flirted with her and she flirted back. He knew she didn't mean it, of course, but that didn't change how upset it made him.

He stood as she finished and came back to the table. The men's mouths dropped when Geralt grabbed her by the waist and kissed her passionately, taking her by surprise, then immediately hoisted her over his shoulder and took her upstairs to their room.

She giggled as Jaskier shook his head. "Getting closer, Geralt," he muttered as he began to pluck at his lute again. "Getting closer."

As soon as they were in their room and the door was shut, Geralt swung her off of his shoulder and pressed her against the wall, kissing her fiercely. She didn't question his fervor. She just wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back just as fiercely.

He lifted her and carried her to the bed, pressing her down into it and crawling on top of her, his cock already hard and straining against his pants. She gasped as he began to roughly suck marks in her neck as he tugged her dress down to expose her breasts.

He squeezed her breasts in his hands and kissed one of her nipples, sucking it as hard as he could, then doing the same to the other. Her back arched and she groaned, sealing her mouth around his thumb as he slipped it between her lips and then yanked her up to face him.

"Are you all right, Geralt?" she murmured, her eyes wide, her pupils blown with lust.

"I just need you," he confessed hoarsely as she undid the leather thong holding his hair back and pulled his shirt free from his waistband.

He pushed her skirt up and moaned as he breathed in. She was ready, and the discovery relieved him. He'd feared recently that she might have ceased to want him.

He removed his thumb from her mouth and brought the same hand between her legs, slipping three fingers inside her, pleased when she tipped her head back and started to move her hips. He rammed his fingers in and out of her, bending to viciously suck on her clit.