Recovery

DELILAH

I felt pressure, a warm, delicious pressure building in my lower belly, making me moan.

A stream of warm sun spilled over my body; I could feel it on my closed eyelids as I lifted my hips slightly.

Pressure. I wanted it to stop, but I also needed more.

A moan passed my lips as I felt a warm, wet mass run over my clit and nudge into my body.

My hands fisted in the sheets as I started to gain consciousness.

Eyes fluttering open, I tried to move my legs, but they were held in place.

It was when I tried to move my hands that I realized something.

~What. The. Hell.~

My hands were tied as well as my legs—spread wide open. Cole settled between them, his mouth running over my sex slowly as if savoring my flavor.

I moaned again as his tongue flicked across my sensitive nub making my hips jerk up in response. “Cole—”

“Shh, pet,” he murmured into my warm heat, blowing on my sensitive clit as his fingers massaged my inner thighs.

A small whimper built in my throat as I attempted to move again, but short of bucking my hips slightly I was pretty much at his mercy.

Even my hands were bound in a way that spellwork wouldn’t be easy, and I could feel in my body I needed more recovery time before doing magic.

Similar to when the human body runs a marathon—that is what occurs to a witch's body when we do powerful magic.

We can be a conduit for energy, or harness it, or use for our own, but all of that takes energy.

My body felt as if I had been running for miles and I had finally rested, so every inch of me was on pins and needles.

All I could feel were his mouth and his fingers.

“No,” I gasped, feeling his fingers slide into me, stroking me until I was near the edge. I cried out as he formed them into a hook, hitting a place I didn’t even know existed.

“My beautiful, delicate little flower. How easy it is to see the joy I give you,” Cole murmured, kissing my lower stomach.

Still he stroked me, bringing me closer, closer. My legs shook as he pulled away, moving down to breathe on my sex again.

His hands moved to spread me, looking down at my sex as he blew on the pulsing, sensitive nub.

I whimpered in response, out of control as his hands pinned my hips to the bed.

I was trapped, completely unable to move.

“Cole, please,” I begged. He was driving me mad, and my body craved release.

“Oh my little witch, I don’t know if I want to. So many naughty things you’ve done lately.”

He slid his fingers into me again, moving slowly, each word brushing a bit of air against my clit.

His other hand still spread me, making me quake with need. My legs were trembling.

“Despite being tired and sore, you let Seth take you in the brush. Then you used up the rest of your strength to heal him.”

“H-he was bleeding!” I moaned, trying to grind against his fingers in small movements.

My nails clawing into the ropes, my heart beating in my ears.

Cole pulled his fingers from me roughly, giving my pulsing clit a slight pinch that made me yelp and shudder.

My body was begging for release—so close.

Instead he backed off, touching me again, continuing to talk.

“You could have told him no. He also wasn’t in any mortal danger. Ever since you met us, I notice you keep putting yourself in harm's way.”

“N-no. I—” But my words of protest were cut off as his mouth dipped to suck on me mercilessly, his fingers moving in and out of me.

Pumping in and out, over and over.

Oh God. I was close again as my body strained.

His wet fingers that were holding me open moved up to twist a nipple, ushering a hard cry from my lips.

My thighs were shaking from the need to close my legs but I was unable to, utterly at his mercy.

~At his mercy.~

I sobbed as he pulled away once again, his eyes unreadable as he panted down into my sex, not looking at me.

His hand now splaying me open once more, his fingers stroking up and down my sex softly as everything throbbed and ached.

“Cole…p-please.”

“You’re going to be the death of us, little flower. You need to let us protect you. Willingly, you walked into a pack of wolves.

“You cast a spell beyond what you were prepared for. I will not see you dead again. Promise me you won’t cast any more reckless spells.”

“Wreck?” I tried to argue, to understand what he was getting at, but instead he hooked his fingers into me again, sucking on my sensitive nub.

Moaning, I held on to my restraints, my head spinning in a haze, feeling the slight sheen of sweat on my body. “Cole!”

“Promise me, little witch,” he growled, still licking and flicking his tongue across my nub, slowing down his movements until I began to pant and whimper.

I could feel my need start to trickle down my ass as I desperately pulled against my bonds.

“Okay! I promise! I’ll do whatever you want. Just…please!” I begged, tears leaking down my cheeks.

At my words, a satisfied growl was ripped from Cole’s lips as he began to suck on me in earnest, his fingers moving faster and faster until finally I was over the edge, bursting.

I saw stars as I continued to cum over and over around his fingers, the pressure only starting to lighten as my body continued to clamp down.

Suddenly, just as I was beginning to come down from my orgasm, his fingers were gone and my legs were moving through the air, stretching outward.

Cole’s cock plunged into me, bending my legs back slightly around his shoulders as he thrust into me violently, quickly spurring yet another orgasm.

“I will protect you,” Cole ground out as I came around him, his breath coming in tight pants as he continued to thrust into me.

“I will protect you, and any of our offspring,” Cole growled, his brow furrowed in concentration.

If I hadn’t been a shattering mess, my eyes would have gone wide.

Instead, they squeezed shut as my head thrust back, another orgasm ripping through my body, making me scream his name.

Something about the idea of children.

But children with Cole? With Seth?

Cole roared as he began to pour himself into me, finding his release as jets of cum filled me.

Never in my life had I wanted children. Never had I even thought about the implications of being someone’s mate.

The thought of them becoming fathers. Of me becoming a mother.

With a soft kiss to my lips, Cole hooked a finger into the ropes binding me.

Suddenly, with a small tug, they fell loose. I rubbed my wrists as he pulled out of my body and tucked me close into his.

I could feel his seed trickling onto my leg.

He had made me promise to let him protect me, but what did that entail?

This was the Cole that few people were allowed to see. He pulled a blanket from the floor over us and wrapped his arms around me.

Kissing the top of my head, he let out a soft, happy purr. “Mine.”

~Cole…~

The warm after-haze of lovemaking made me drift back off into a warm sleep in his arms.