The White Werewolf || Season One: Ties That Bind

Chapter Sixty-Three

Her lips parted, but she quickly bit the lower one so she wouldn't speak. She wanted to tell him that she loved him so badly, but she couldn't. Not now, especially. If she said it now, he'd assume she was addled and didn't mean it. And if she said it later, he'd react badly, just as she'd always imagined, and she'd lose him forever.

He noticed her hesitation, of course. "What is it, little mage?"

Her eyes welled up with tears. "I was afraid," she admitted truthfully. "When she stabbed me, I thought that was it. I thought I'd never see you or Jaskier again. And when she was trying to put the djinn inside me, I could feel myself slipping away as it cracked my bones. I don't know which was worse."

"When she was in you," he confessed hoarsely, "it was terrifying. You smelled wrong, you sounded wrong, you moved wrong. And I wanted to hurt her so badly because of what she was doing to you, but I couldn't. I hated it."

Her eyes widened in alarm. "Do I smell right now?"

Geralt smiled and nodded, brushing his nose against hers softly. "Yes. Like lavender and mint. You're my little mage again."

"At least my magic worked," she added wryly. "I kept us all shielded so she couldn't learn more than she already had. And my portal worked for us, which is frankly shocking."

"You did well," he complimented her.

"I was powerless again, Geralt. She's so strong."

"You weren't powerless, Robin. Before, you wouldn't have even been able to hide our minds. Don't disparage yourself unnecessarily."

"But I..."

Geralt bent and silenced her with a kiss. She breathed in slowly, gasping as calm and warmth flooded her, reaching up and cupping his face in her hands, stroking her thumb tenderly over the injury on his cheek that was slowly healing.

He kissed her over and over, unable to resist. Upstairs, he had almost watched her die, but now she was whole and in his arms, and he never wanted to let her go.

She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling it back from his face as they kissed more and more ardently. Geralt shifted, spreading his legs and placing one on either side of her, his body dipping until it touched hers.

She groaned as she felt that he was fully hard, rolling her hips up into him. He responded by wrapping his arms around her and turning onto his back so she was sitting firmly on his crotch.

She ground down against him as she pulled Yennefer's dress off and threw it across the room, then scooted back so she could undo his trousers. He helped her, laughing when she got frustrated and simply pulled a button right off of his pants.

"Why do these damn things have so many buttons anyway, Geralt?" she complained.

"I didn't pick them, remember?" he rumbled.

"Don't remind me," she demanded, crawling down him, tugging on the trousers as she went.

He carefully set aside his amulet, burning his fingers slightly, then took off the jacket and everything else, tossing them away just like the dress, burying his fingers in her hair and pulling it loose just as she sat down on him, taking him fully inside her in one stroke.

"Fuck, little mage!" he growled, holding onto her hips, helping her move them in a hard, steady rhythm as they resumed kissing, each battling for control of the other's lips.

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Jaskier had fallen to his knees outside. "What am I supposed to do now, hm?" he asked himself, wiping tears from his cheeks. "It wasn't supposed to go this way. You were both supposed to lose me long before I lost you."