Chapter 142

Grace

I heard Charles coming up behind me, but I didn't turn back. I was excited. My stomach was full and light. When I reached the door, I opened it only to be swept off my feet and lifted. I wrapped my legs around his waist as we kissed, and he kicked the door closed, carrying the basket in one hand as he carried me down the hallway.

All the desire from the night before had come back in full force. He groaned, swinging by the kitchen to drop off the basket before carrying me towards the bedroom. We fell on the bed just after he undid the clasp on his cloak and let it fall to the ground. I lifted my hips and turned us over so I was on top of him. He looked at me with bright, hungry eyes as I unbuttoned his shirt and lowered my head to drag my lips down his chest.

"How about that blowjob?"

His voice was low and raspy. "Fucking phenomenal start."

I looked up. His eyes started to glow with that blood-red light that made heat pool in my gut and my nipples draw tight. He was so sexy, laid out across the bed like he'd let me do whatever I wanted. I pulled his jeans and boxers down. He hissed with relief as his cock sprang up, and I met his gaze.

"I think I owe you... a lot of apologies," I said and licked from the base of my cock to the tip. "You don't mind this being one of many, do you?"

He smirked. "Absolutely fucking not."

I opened my mouth and sucked him into my mouth. He groaned and went rigid as I lowered my mouth over him, tasting the heat and salt of his skin. His hips twitched as he grunted. I slicked my tongue over and around him, sucking as I bobbed my head. His cock pulsed in my mouth in time with his heart. All I could smell was his skin, clean sweat, and musk. Goddess, he smelled good enough to eat.

"Fuck," he groaned. His hand slipped into my hair. "That's so good. Harder, Grace. You won't hurt me."

I sucked harder, and his thighs twitched. His hips flexed, but he didn't buck up into my mouth. I almost hated how much control he had. Was I doing something wrong? I always thought blowjobs were pretty straightforward, but maybe, like so many things when it came to Charles, I was dead wrong. I pulled off, stroking him and gasping as I pulled off of him.

"Tell me what you like," I said. "I want it to be a sincere apology."

He chuckled. "Slow, deep, and often."

I chuckled, squeezing tighter as I flicked my tongue over the head of his cock.

"I mean it."

"So do I," he said, sitting up on his elbows. "And I know you don't have much experience in it."

He cupped my jaw. "I don't expect you to be a pro, you know that? And it doesn't take that to make it good for me."

I bit my lip, slowing my hand as I looked up at him. The question was on the tip of my tongue, but I didn't want to ruin the mood. He smiled.

"I promise I'm not going to lose this hard-on if you ask."

I bit my lip. "How... did you know?"

"That you haven't had much practice?" He asked. "An educated guess."

My lips twitched. "Me being an alpha heir made it kind of unnecessary to reciprocate."

"I bet," he said, stroking my jaw. "Werewolf culture being what it is... I can imagine this is one of the first times you've thought about it, too."

I bit my lip. "Is that wrong? You're not wrong, and I never thought it was a problem... Never got any complaints, but I feel like I'm bumbling around in the dark in some ways, and I have two children."

He sat up fully. His cock remained hard enough to cut diamonds in my hand, and he kissed me briefly. My eyes widened at him. He cocked an eyebrow.

"If I can't kiss you after you've put my cock in your mouth, I don't deserve a blow job," he smirked. "And I deserve a lot of fucking blowjobs."

He nipped at my lower lip. "I thought by now you would have realized that the lead-up is just as important, and having kids has no bearing on how good the sex was."

I winced, trying not to think of my married sex life.

"Take your time, Grace. Torture me if you want. Explore. Taste. Savor. I'm a willing victim, and I want you to feel safe exploring whatever it is you want. Consider it... a sexual awakening."

I frowned. "I'm thirty years old, Charles. I don't think I have much more sexuality to awaken."

He smirked. His eyes glinted. "And that is where you are absolutely wrong, Grace, and you know it."

My face heated. "I've had a lot of sex, Charles."

"No one else has ever made you pass out, though." He smirked. "Left you weak in the knees?" He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close. "Made you want it so bad you couldn't focus... And there's nothing wrong with that."

I swallowed, meeting his gaze.

"It's okay to be experienced and new to it at the same time," he smiled. "I'm enjoying it immensely."

"You?"

"You think I've ever been this keyed up for anyone before?"

I bit my lip, glancing away. "Your mate?"

His lips twitched. "No."

I eyed him. "Never?"

"I loved her once," he admitted. "But that's not the same as burning for her."

I smiled. I felt oddly good about that statement. Was that selfish of me? Mates were supposed to be the best gift of your life. I had always wondered about that feeling that I've been told about, the mating pull, the feeling of two souls acknowledging and accepting each other forever. I scoffed.

"I'm killing the mood," I said, stroking his cock again and squeezing. "I'm the worst."

"You're sexy as hell, still healing, and gorgeous." He kissed my cheek. "And if you, I am still hard."

I bit my lip. "I did notice that."

He slipped his hand over my hip and between my legs. I jerked at the shock of pleasure through me as he pressed up hard.

"And you're soaking through your jeans... I think the mood is just fine." He kissed me again. "Though, I would really like to come."

I smiled and pressed him to lie back. "I think I can make that happen."

I stripped my shirt over my head and wiggled out of my jeans. His eyes drifted over me like a hot brand. Then, he grabbed my hips.

"Catch."

I frowned and lifted my hand, closing it as something hit my palm. It was a condom, but I didn't recognize the brand. I blinked.

"How is it that I'm just now realizing that you have condoms?"

He smirked. "Because I didn't have them before. I was using spells, but those are hard as fuck to maintain, and I deserve to enjoy you completely."

I opened the packet. "Spells?"

He smiled. "I'll delight you with sex magic after you've made it up to me... We might be able to pick up a few things in town the next time we go out."

I rolled the condom on, and he lifted me, positioning me above his cock before pulling me down, slow and easy, almost lazily.

Slow, deep, and often... My heart was light as I settled my weight on his lap, my eyes rolling at how full I was. The burn of the stretch just added to the pleasure as I sat on his cock and enjoyed it. His face was relaxed with pleasure as if he could stay just like this forever.

I leaned forward, staring down at him. His eyes opened, full of red light.

"I love you," I whispered.

He went still. His body seemed to vibrate beneath me like he was holding back before he gripped my hips and rolled his hips up sharply.

"I love you, too, Grace."

I kissed him, rocking and riding the steady roll of his hips. It was unhurried and so much that I thought I couldn't take it. It felt like he was holding me right on the edge of orgasm and making us both just stay there, enjoying the almost painful tension of it.

I lost track of how often, how hard, how much, and how wonderful it was until it was just a hazy fog of pleasure.

He rumbled, rolling us to the side and cuddling me close. His fingers slipped between my legs and pushed inside me gently.

"Charles, I--"

"Just this," he whispered. "I love how wet you are for me. I fucking miss the spells."

I laughed. "Guess we should go into town for whatever your alternative is."

"Definitely."