Bound

Chapter 67 - Release

Dmitri

Before I even know what is happening, Sky is on her knees in front of me, her hand on mine. She moves my hand away, her smaller one replacing where mine once was. Her thumb circles my tip, pre cum leaking from the slit, which vanishes as her tongue darts out to lick it. She licks her lips before they latch on to the end, her tongue circling and teeth grazing the sensitive area. She sucks, pulling more of me into her mouth as her hand pumps the rest of my shaft, her other hand gently squeezing my balls. Every now and then, her nails graze the sensitive area, causing them to clench in delicious response. I grab her hair in a ponytail and twist it around my hand, giving me access to see her face and control over the speed.

I would never force her to take more than she is capable of, and she is trying her best to fit as much of me in her mouth as she can. I am so close to a release, and while I want to drag this ecstasy out, I don't think I can last much longer. I was frankly surprised that I had lasted through the surge of energy that Sky released earlier, not to mention everything else. The taste of her on my lips, my fingers moving in and out of her. I had been on the verge numerous times. But my main focus was on pleasuring her and getting her to her point of release. I didn't want to selfishly take that for myself without first giving it to her.

When the burst of energy exploded from her body, it was so powerful it surged through my body intensely but only briefly before moving on. I can't explain it. All the other times, it lingered somewhat and then dissipated, giving the energy time to push me over the edge on some of those occasion. But this just moved straight through me as if the force of it propelled it with more speed than before. It could be because so much of it was pent up in Sky's body. Regardless, I found myself in a situation where my hard-on was painful and needed to be seen to, which finds us here.

This beautiful, fragile, lonely woman on her knees sucking me like a delicious treat. Her eyes meet mine, and I pick up the pace, my hand moving her head faster until she moves her head back and forth on her own accord, vigorously sucking and licking. She moans, and the thought that she enjoys pleasuring me is the little push I need into my own powerful orgasm. My eyes clamp shut as I release my load into her waiting mouth. She swallows what she can, some dripping down her chin. She takes one finger and catches the liquid, popping it in her mouth as she licks it clean.

Fuck she is so hot. For a woman who has little experience when it comes to intimacy, her natural sexual instincts are unreal. She is sensual, erotic, and sexy while still being naïve, gullible, sweet Sky. A conundrum, if ever there was one.

I hold my hand out, helping her to her feet before pulling my pants up. Her eyes remain fixed on mine before she moves around me to the basin, opening a cabinet below to pull out a new toothbrush which she hands to me. We silently brush our teeth before we head back to her room. I check my phone and see that it is around two thirty in the morning.

Sky climbs back into bed. "You might as well climb back in, it's too early to be up, and you need some sleep as much as I do." She stifles a yawn as she switches the light off.

I should go. I should. But instead of my feet walking me down the passage and out the front door, I am walking over to her bed, taking the same spot I was in before.

She is lying on her left-hand side, her back to me. I can hear she is still awake from her breathing. "I can't sleep," she says, rolling over onto her back, her hand just brushing mine as tingles tickle the back of my hand.

"It hasn't gone away." She doesn't need to say what she is referring to. We both know.

"No, it hasn't," I say, the tingles fading as the words pass between us.

"Was it the same with Savannah?" I look over at her, able to see her face in the dark. There is no expression on it as her eyes stare into the darkness above her. But her voice is quiet as she asks. Almost uncertain.

"It was...more pronounced." I don't want to use the word stronger as nothing between Savannah and I was strong. No desire, no understanding, no lust, no passion, no nothing. I lie. The strongest thing between us was sadness, anger, and unhappiness. I was sad when Sky left me, a sadness that changed into anger over time. And I was unhappy in my forced relationship with Savannah.

"It wasn't real, though. It was a trick. A magic trick to trap me into something I didn't want," I say bitterly.

"What if this is just a magic trick?" Sky asks, her hand brushing against mine again as a reminder of our topic.

"Even if it is, it was different back then, Skylar." Frustration and anger are interlaced with the words.

She sits up abruptly, turning the light on to see me. "Was it Dmitri?" She is frowning, looking at me incredulously.

"You know what I mean, Skylar. You know how I feel...how I felt about you." I can't believe she doubts how much I felt for her back then. I gave her my mother's necklace, for fucks sake. A necklace I had held onto for over seven hundred years before bestowing it on any woman. The same necklace left in Sky's stead, along with a shitty goodbye note. If that isn't an indication of my feelings, then I don't know what is. I have never felt about anyone ever the way I've felt for this woman.

"I thought I did. But that was before I saw you kissing Savannah in public and then publicly announcing her as your mate while I stood there. Humiliated. Hurt. Embarrassed. Angry. Angry with myself that I actually thought what was going on between us meant more. That I meant more to you." Her eyes are watering, but she doesn't let a tear fall.

"You did, Skylar. But I couldn't very well reject my so-called mate in front of a room full of supernaturals who would report me to the Elders and probably remove me as Alpha of my pack. A pack who needs me. Who is my family. It is unheard of in our world to reject a mate. It goes against all our beliefs. I don't expect you to understand, not being from our world, but placing it into black and white to suit your understanding based on your human world doesn't work."

"It was more complex and complicated than that. Maybe I should have told you more about our traditions, but I thought we had more time. I wanted to tell you, but by the time I got here, you had left with that ass hat Chris. You didn't even give me a chance to explain. You just left with a crappy parting note and my mother's necklace on the table as if it meant nothing. I, too, thought I meant enough to you that I at least warranted a chance to explain, some time to fix everything, to figure out a way."

The hurt and anger I feel are pouring out of me, and my animalistic side is clawing at me to be released.

Sky's tears finally escape, and once they do, it is like a dam has broken. "There wasn't another way Dmitri. I had to leave. Chris told me what would happen if you rejected your mate, how you would weaken, and how the pack would weaken because of it. He told me you could die if you and Savannah didn't complete the binding process. I couldn't bare that thought, so I did what I thought was best and left. It broke my heart. It still does." Her voice cracks, her sorrow melting some of the anger I feel.

"Do you think I enjoyed the last year Dmitri? I mean, look at me. I'm a fucking mess. I have no people I can trust, no friends, barely any family, no business, and no future that I can clearly see anymore. I'm utterly alone. If you think it's been easy, think again. I didn't want to leave. I was in love with you. I loved you. I haven't loved any man before you or after you. You were the first person I felt safe around, who I could trust fully, and who actually cared and wanted me. So don't tell me that I didn't care about you, didn't love you."

She gets up abruptly and heads down the passage to the bathroom. I hear her blow her nose, but instead of coming back, I hear the sliding doors to the back garden opening. She is not running away this time. We need to talk this out.

I make my way through the house, following her scent through the open doors into the sunroom. Sky is standing outside looking up at the stars, the full moon illuminating her. She must have put sleeping short on when she was in the other bathroom, as she is no longer sporting just panties.

As I step forward, I catch movement to the right of her, just in the tree line. In the blink of an eye, I am by her side, my arm protectively around her. She jumps in fright, her hand clutching her chest, her heartbeat erratic.

"What the hell, Dmitri!" She shouts, peering up at me. A snap of branches ahead of us draws her attention to the tree line just as a hooded figure steps forward.

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