The White Werewolf || Season One: Ties That Bind

Chapter Fifty-Six

"Geralt!" she cried out, rewarding him with the first of many orgasms he had planned for her.

He shifted, pulling her dress off the rest of the way and tossing it on the floor, then undoing his pants. "I want you to suck my cock, little mage," he growled as it sprang free.

She slipped forward, reaching for his hips and immediately taking him into her mouth. He gathered all of her hair up in his fist and pushed her head down, making her take all of him. She moaned and started to suck as he bobbed her head for her, perfectly following his cues.

He pulled her free quickly, letting her catch her breath as he took the rest of his clothes off. When he was naked, he pushed her back onto the bed and crawled over her again, immediately finding her entrance and thrusting inside her.

He pressed his forehead against hers and gazed down into her eyes. She stared right back up at him, lifting her hands to touch his face reverently.

"Every single time you come on my cock, I want you to tell me you're mine, Robin," he instructed. "Do you understand?"

She blinked at him as understanding dawned on her. "Geralt, are you angry about what I did downstairs?"

"I know why you did it, and I appreciate it, but..." He ground his teeth so the wrong words wouldn't escape. "No one else should smile at you like that, look at you like that, laugh with you like that. Not while you're with me."

She nodded, but before she could speak, he continued.

"I know... I know it's not fair. We have an arrangement. But I... I..."

"You worry about me, Geralt," she murmured. "I know."

He shook his head and started to move his hips faster, cutting off anything else she might have wanted to say as he pounded in and out of her.

But you don't know. You don't know that it kills me to see anyone else wanting to be with you. Because one day you will leave me and choose one of them instead, and I'll be left alone with my love for you.

She panted with each deep thrust, whimpering, digging her fingers into his broad shoulders. Before long, she was coming again, clinging to him tightly as she moaned, "Oh, Geralt, I'm yours. I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours."

Her toes curled as she finished, but he already needed to hear it again. He rolled onto his back and slid his hands down to her hips, squeezing them before grabbing her ass and spanking her several more times.

"Ride me," he commanded her, " and be rough."

She immediately started moving, bracing her hands against his chest and bouncing up and down. He held onto her, watching her breasts flop wildly, finally reaching up to cup them in his hands so that they wouldn't hurt.

When she came again unexpectedly and told him she was his again, he pulled her down onto his chest and claimed her mouth, holding her steady and pounding up into her with reckless abandon.

She kissed him back, biting at his lips, coming again and repeating her ordered mantra. She pushed up again, reaching back to lean against his thighs, riding him just as hard as before. He grabbed her breasts again, squeezing and kneading them.

"Again, little mage," he begged her. "Again."

She clenched around his cock and squealed. "Oh, Geralt, Geralt! I'm yours! Only yours!"

He sat up, keeping her in his lap, capturing her mouth again, holding her tightly to him, moving her up and down hard and fast on his dick, not giving her a second to rest. His kisses were so hard that she knew her lips were going to be bruised, but she didn't care.