When I was finally done, I collapsed back on the mattress, chest heaving from the exertion. I wished I could mop the sweat from my forehead, but all I could do was lie there, completely spent. For the moment, that is. The moon’s pull on my wolf was still strong.
Daphne cleaned us up with a warm washcloth, a wicked smile dancing on her lips.
“Whatwasthat?” I asked, sounding as if I’d gargled a handful of rocks.
“You liked my salve?” She was rummaging around in her nightstand drawer, that perfect bare ass inches away yet completely out of reach.
Frustrated, I yanked at the chains. “I’m not talking about your damn salve.”
Her head snapped around. “You didn’t like it?”
My wrists were chafed, so I stopped struggling for now. “I fucking loved your salve. That’s not what I meant.”
She grinned, looking like a cat with a bird in its mouth. “Ah, my surprise. I had a feeling you’d like it. Mind if I tell the girls later?”
I froze. “The girls? What girls?”
“Okay,women.”
“What are you talking about, Daphne?”
“We went to this little shop in Wickedville that?—”
Wickedville?My veins heated to a million degrees. “Why the hell did you go there?”
Any other time, Daphne going into Wickedville wouldn’t be that big a deal. I didn’t exactly like it, but she had to go there weekly to visit the spell book, and I wasn’t always around to go with her. Tonight, however, wasn’t a normal night.
“Ruby, Sarah and one of Ruby’s friends, Hattie, were with me. We went to this cute sex toy shop and we all bought a little something. Well, Sarah didn’t. I think she’s still a virgin. We tried to talk her into?—”
“You went to a sex toy shop with my little sister?” I said, my voice going up an octave on the wordsister.“Never mind. I don’t want to know anything about my little sister’s sex life, okay? As far as I’m concerned, she’s never been kissed and plans to join the convent.” I couldn’tbelievewe were talking about this right now.
Daphne laughed. “Oh my god, Travis, you are such a tool.”
“Yes, we’ve established that already,” I growled. “Now get over here and sit on my face.”
CHAPTER FIFTY
Daphne
Before the moon had reached its fullest point, Travis had had two orgasms and I’d had one. A pretty spectacular one, if I was being honest. Having my man go down on me would never get old. Though I ached to feel his hands on me too, I wasn’t complaining.
I opened my pretty purple jar of salve again and scooped out a little more. Pleased with its performance so far, I knew the real test was yet to come.
Travis looked absolutely feral tied to the bed, dark hair curling at the ends from his sweat, his wolfish yellow eyes following my every move. He was holding his shit together, but just barely.
His wrists were worn raw from where the thick leather rubbed his skin, so I applied a little salve there first. He told me to forget about it. I told him to zip it. I didn’t know if it would ease his pain, I had other tinctures for that, but I knew it wouldn’t hurt.
A quick glance at the clock revealed it was time.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. But I was also excited. Travis was my fated mate and I was his. I wanted to experience the entirety of what that meant. The exquisitenessandthe pain.
He groaned as he watched me spread a little of the salve on myself.
“I should be doing that for you,” he snapped. Even after two orgasms, he was still very much on edge.
“You will, my love. Just not tonight.”
I reached for his thick cock and coated it as well, concentrating on the area at the base where I thought the knot would flare from. This part vibrated against my clit during sex the closer we got to the full moon, but it was just a guess. None of my research had been conclusive.
