Page 133 of Freed By the Witchbone Knife

“Oh, you’ve done this before have you?”

“Never, lass. Just what I’ve heard.”

“Well, I’m not complaining.”

“Good. Because I plan to knot ye every day for the rest of our lives together.”

I noticed he used together, like he still expected some kind of expiration date. That was okay. He’d see in time. I wasn’t going anywhere, I wasn’t letting anyone hurt him.

I wasn’t even upset about it. Because I was happier than I could remember. “That sounds perfect.”

We lay there, locked together, the bond settling into place between us. I could feel him in the back of my mind now. Like knowing someone was in the room with you even with your eyes closed. His presence. Warm and solid and undeniably there.

A few minutes later, his wandering hands found my clit and he began to massage it. I sucked in a gasp as a zing of pleasure shot through me. “Best thing about this is I have you right where I want you.”

“Axel,” I moaned, overly sensitive.

“Let’s see if I can make you come just like this, while you’re full of me.”

“I can’t.”

“You can, lass.”

“Is that a command?” I teased.

But he went still. For a moment I worried I’d gone too far. I knew the idea of compulsion was a sensitive subject for both of us. One we’d have to breach.

But his voice was low as he said, “Do you want it to be?”

“Could we try it? So I know… So I know what to expect?”

There was a long hesitation and then his hand disappeared. “Very well. Massage your clit, Rebecca. Make yourself come.”

The authority in his voice made my mind go blank temporarily. When my thoughts returned, my fingers were already pressed to my clit, circling. I cried out at the sensation, my hips jerking.

“Careful,” he warned. His palm tightened on my hip to keep him in place.

My eyes were wide—a mix of disbelief and pleasure as sparks erupted from where my fingers pressed and worked.

“You… You’re going to make me make myself come?!” I was both affronted and incredulous.

His gravely laugh was pure torture to my pussy, which clenched around his cock. “I might help a wee bit. Keep going.”

There was the blankness again until my mind sharpened. I was panting, chasing my pleasure as my hand massaged my clit.

Axel lifted my leg and draped it over his. We lay on our sides as he gently rocked into me.

Another orgasm built upon the waves of the last one. The pressure swelled. Axel’s fingers crept up my thigh until they came to the lips of my pussy. Massaging just below my own.

“Oh, fuck,” I cried as another orgasm swept through me. My hips bucked as he held me in place. I rode each wave, panting and mindless, until the pleasure subsided and my hand dropped to the bed, fingers wet with my arousal, finally free from his compulsion.

“Is your curiosity satisfied? If not, we can test it out further? I’ll never tire of watching you come.”

“Fuck,” I breathed.

“Rebecca?” He repositioned us slightly so that he could lean over me, hold my gaze. “I promise to never intentionally abuse it. I never want to take your agency. But… I can’t promise the wolf inside won’t take advantage of it from time to time.”

“I know you’d never use our bond to hurt me. And if… if you ever wanted to, you know, use it on me in the bedroom, I don’t think I’d mind.”