The Gamma's Dark Witch

33 - Cocoon of Stars and Shadows

(Cam)

I moved my hand back to her cheek, reveling in the warmth and softness of her skin. Allowing myself to give in to my wolf for a few moments. To indulge his desires.

I trailed my fingers down the curve of her jaw, the soft skin of her throat and felt her pulse quickening. She watched my face with wide eyes, her breathing already starting to become shallow, and I reveled in what I could make this absolute force of nature feel with just the tips of my fingers.

I brushed the collar of her shirt, and she inhaled. The soft rise and fall of her chest evened out, but I could hear her rapid, steady heartbeat.

“I need to hear you say that you want this,” I said, suddenly worried she wouldn’t

She nodded slightly.

“I need to hear it, Nisha.”

“I want this,” she breathed, and the worry in my chest uncoiled and was replaced by a bright warmth.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I murmured, tracing the swell of her breasts above her shirt. Really hoping that she would never utter those words.

She swallowed, and I brushed my hand over the thin fabric. Her n.ipples hardened, and I traced them lightly. She let out a long sigh, and my mouth went dry. I wanted to taste them, but this was about her.

I wanted to save some for next time. No, there wouldn’t be that. I settled back into myself. Only instinct, only primal instinct. I let Axel come forward a bit to push away the logical thoughts.

I trailed down the peak of her full b.reasts and down her soft stomach, dipping my hand under the fabric. I teased the top of her leggings, she thankfully changed into before bed, and she went rigid under me, motionless.

I put my palm flat on her stomach. “Is that telling me to stop?” I asked.

“N-No, I wanted you to keep going. I didn’t want to interrupt you.”

“With your breathing?” I asked a laugh escaped me, and she gave me a shy smile.

“Yes,” she said.

I shook my head, happy to go back to tracing the band of her pants. I could smell her arousal, and it lengthened my d.ick to the point of almost painfulness. I needed to touch her, but her letting me get this close to her was more than I thought she would.

Maybe she just wanted a release; maybe it didn’t matter who was next to her now. I pushed those thoughts away again. It didn’t matter. Right now, she wanted this to help her sleep, and I wanted to sleep. This was mutually beneficial; it didn’t matter the reasoning behind it.

I dipped my hand under, and she gasped.

“Open your legs for me,” I growled.

She blinked a few times but did as I told her. I moved my hand down to feel the curve of her hips and her lush thighs. It was something I wanted to do for ages, and I would give myself that. She felt better than I could imagine. Just her soft yet muscular thigh shifting and adjusting under my hand elicited more satisfaction than I ever remembered feeling.

I swallowed, unable to meet her eyes for fear of what I would find there. I didn’t know why.

I focused on her n.ipples straining against the thin cotton shirt. I focused on her warm skin. I focused on the heat she was radiating from her c.ore and the sweet scent of intoxicating arousal that threatened to pull me away with it.

“Is this okay?” I asked. I r.ubbed up the fabric of her u.nderwear, already soaking. A growl reverberated through my chest.

“Y-yes.” She was breathless.

I moved the fabric away and ran a finger up her damp, w.eeping, center. My d.ick twitched against its confines. I dipped a finger into this s.eductress and I was lost.

“Cameron,” she gasped, jolting at the sensation, and I lost myself to instinct.

(Nisha)

My body was tight, taut, waiting. Every brush of his fingers against me was gentle; the rough pads of his fingers elicited sparks of sensation I had never felt before. A warmth swirled through my then followed where his fingers led it.

Everything I was was wholly focused on where he t.ouched me. My shadows were quiet as if they were waiting, too.

His finger slid up my opening, and I inhaled sharply. I couldn’t believe that my private, confusing fantasies were actually coming true. He was watching his hand dip under my leggings, and I was watching him.

His sharp, proud jaw seemed to tense and relax. His dark green eyes were soft but bright. He was exquisite.

A finger dipped into me. “Cameron,” I gasped as I buckled up, and he tensed.

I didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing, but I couldn’t focus on anything besides where he was touching me. I wrapped my hand around his arm. It was everything I imagined and more. Strong, warm, and muscular. He shifted, driving deeper into me.

My head lulled back, and my eyes fluttered shut, but I could feel his gaze on me. This wasn’t just a man touching me; this felt like something more. Something charged. Something right. If I believed in destiny or something that wasn’t planned by a deity, this might have been it.

He flicked a finger, and I groaned. He shifted again and slipped another finger in. I felt him lean over me; his warm breath fanned my face.

He pumped in and out of me. My lips parted, and my breathing became labored. I was building up. Winding tighter and tighter with each t.hrust of his skilled fingers.

Him watching me so closely pushed me over the edge.

“What do you want?” he growled, slowing inside of me.

I t.hrust my hips against him.

“More,” I almost begged, and I would have hated myself for it if I was in my right mind. “My- n.ipples,” I got out.

He started moving again, and I lifted my hips against his fingers. My shirt was pulled down, and his warm mouth enveloped one of my h.ardened peaks.

“F.uck,” I groaned.

When was the last time I was so lost in myself? So lost in anything?

He s.ucked, and he growled. His contact with me made it shake my body, and it was my undoing. I plunged down into my p.leasure. I reached out and grabbed his shoulder that tensed under my hand with his motions. He bit down on my n.ipple gently, and I might have screamed.

I gave myself to my p.leasure rolling through me. Waves of bliss met from where his fingers and mouth were on me and erupted into a waterfall of pure e.cstacy

“Cameron,” I sighed. Wanting his name on my lips almost as much as I wanted his lips on mine. His name turned into incoherent mumbles as m.oans of p.leasure bubbled from me.

He groaned into my b.reast and slowed his movements once my hips fell, helping me come down from that.

No o.rgasm had compared to that before, and I don’t think I would be able to find that again. He accused me of witchcraft, but he was the one who was wielding it.

(Cameron)

Stars and shadows burst from her, swirling around us. Cocooning us and her p.leasure in a velvety coolness. My name on her beautiful lips and her rolling and t.hrusting against my fingers was sweeter than anything I could have imagined.

I would have cursed the mate bond for it, but in this moment of pure instinct, I knew it was something more.

I pulled my fingers reluctantly out of her and sucked them, internally groaning at the sweet taste of her. Her arousal still hung thick in the air around us.

I opened my eyes, and she was staring at me with half-closed lids. I almost wanted her to still be awake, to need me again. But logic pushed back against my instincts, and I realized I completed the task I set out for.

It was a satisfying sensation unlike anything else I had ever felt with a woman. And though my c.ock was throbbing and straining against my pants, I still felt completely satiated. Her eyes fluttered shut, and a languid smile crossed her lips. She drifted off as I watched her.

In her sleep, she turned to me, and I didn’t turn away.