Cauldrons and Cat Tails (Moonvale Matches #2)

38. Kizzi

CHAPTER 38

Kizzi

M y heart pounded in my chest, my body awake and thrumming. I was achingly aware of Tandor, his muscled shoulder I was slung over, the ease with which he tossed me around.

His strength was intoxicating. I was not a thin witch, I enjoyed sweets too much for that, but he handled me like I weighed nothing.

The orc dropped me onto a soft surface—his bed, I realized, saturated in his warm rain scent—and prowled over me.

He still didn’t speak. His face was obscured except for his eyes, coal rimmed and gleaming.

He was another beast entirely. I relaxed, meeting his gaze, letting my eyes tell him that I was here. That I would take whatever he decided to throw at me.

His gaze turned wicked.

He started with my hands, running his palms along my fingers, my wrists, my forearms. He stroked my skin tenderly, but the heat in his dark eyes promised something feral. Something wicked.

When he reached the fabric of my nightclothes he paused. His gaze flicked down, and he tilted his head to the side.

And then he grasped the fabric in both hands and tore my nightclothes from my body. The sound of snapping threads was deafening in the quiet of the cottage, setting my pulse racing. The fabric gave easily under his strong hands.

Soon, I was bare on his bed, naked and wanting. Air heaved in and out of my lungs in a frantic rhythm.

He leaned back to gaze at me, his eyes hot on my skin. I could practically feel his eyes tracing over me, my breasts, my stomach, the vee between my legs. I squirmed, antsy.

I reached for his cloak, tugging at it, begging him to remove it. To free his skin so I could run my hands over it.

Tandor snatched my wrists, pressing them to the bed above my head. “No,” he growled.

I gulped. “I want to touch you.”

He visibly shuddered. His eyes shut for a long moment before he dragged them open again. “No. You don’t get to touch me, little witch. I’m going to run my hands over every single inch of your delicious body. And if you’re good, maybe I’ll let you touch me. But until then—” he trailed off, snatching my wrists and binding them to the posts at the head of the bed with a swath of fabric. “You’re mine to play with.”

I didn’t resist, too shocked to put up a fight. Arousal pooled in my stomach. I didn’t know what had gotten into Tandor, but I loved it. This feral side of him made my mouth water.

Satisfied with the knot at my wrists, he slid his hands over my arms, across my collarbones, and settled them at my breasts. “Are you going to be good?” He kneaded my flesh in his hands, sending shivers down my spine.

I nodded, my hair rasping against the sheets.

“I didn’t hear you. I said, are you going to be good?”

My core clenched. “Yes.”

His eyes wrinkled at the corners. “Good little witch.” He stroked his thumbs over my nipples, massaging the taut skin. My back arched. A quiet whimper escaped my parted lips.

He watched my face closely, monitoring my reactions. Something about the mask on his face, the covering of his expression, made his eyes feel impossibly intense. Intimate, like could see all the way down to my soul.

He continued his torment on my nipples until I was writhing beneath him, panting, ready to beg for more.

Tandor released me for just a moment, long enough to pull his cloak off and toss it somewhere behind him. And then he was back, his hands on my skin.

He trailed lower, dragging his fingers over my sternum, my stomach, my hips. He stopped there, allowing his fingertips to dance over my hip bones, mapping their shape.

And then he dipped even lower, his hands tracing my thighs. My shins. My ankles. I spread my legs in invitation.

His eyes flicked to mine for a moment before returning to my pussy. “Impatient, are we?”

“Please,” I begged.

“Please what, little witch?”

“Please touch me.”

His hands stroked over my thighs again, stopping just short of where I wanted them to be.

I whined. “Please, Tandor. Please .”

He tilted his head. “When you ask so sweetly…” Finally, his hand slid over my center.

I cried out in relief. I pulled against my restraints, desperate to touch him, but I was trapped, completely at his mercy.

His fingers slid over my slick folds, parting me, igniting waves of pleasure. He found my clit, stroking it in smooth circular motions.

“Yes,” I breathed. My stomach tightened.

His fingers continued their delicious torture, pulling me closer and closer to the edge. I bucked beneath him.

When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he slid his fingers lower, teasing at my entrance. With a glance at my face, he pressed a finger into me.

My hips churned, begging for more friction. Begging for more .

He pressed another finger into me, fucking me slowly. My head dropped back onto the bed. My blood absolutely boiled, release threatening to pull me under.

Tandor leaned over me. His other hand slipped up to my throat, my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes bored into mine, only inches away.

I was suddenly desperate for his mouth, his tongue, his lips on mine. I tugged at the restraints, but the effort was useless.

He kept fucking me with his fingers, slow and languid. “Do you want something, little witch?”

I panted. “I want your cock. I want you to kiss me.”

He tilted his head, his fingers continuing their torment.

“Please,” I added.

He pulled his body off me and stripped, removing his tunic, his trousers, his undershorts.

He lined his body up with mine, his cock replacing his fingers and teasing at my entrance. The metal of his piercing cooled my hot flesh. Slowly, he pressed in. I was so wet, he slid in easily, all the way to the hilt.

I would never tire of how perfectly he filled me. I was so full .

He shifted his hips, thrusting into me. I gasped and wrapped my legs around his waist. I couldn’t hook my ankles together, he was too broad, but I dug my heels into his ass, urging him on.

He pumped his hips, fucking me in a punishing rhythm. I wriggled beneath him.

“Let me touch you. Please. Untie my hands.”

He watched my face as he thrust into me, his cock stretching me to my absolute limit. “You want to touch me?”

“ Yes ,” I cried. I wanted to run my hands over his chest, his shoulders, his hair. I wanted to anchor myself against his onslaught.

He relented, leaning forward to untie the fabric around my wrists.

My shoulders twinged when my arms were finally free, blood flow returning to my fingers.

I dug my fingers into his hair, untying his mask, yanking it from his face. I tossed it across the room. It was a relief to see his face again. He was smiling wickedly at me.

I yanked his mouth down to mine. His lips were hot and soft, and his tongue was even softer. He devoured my mouth as he pounded into my pussy, overwhelming my senses and filling me with nothing but him.

I threw my arms around his neck, desperate to hold him close. My breasts pressed against his chest.

After long blissful moments, when I felt the release creeping up on me again, he rolled, flipping us over and pulling me on top of him. My knees settled on either side of his hips as he sprawled beneath me. I braced my hands on his stomach.

This new position changed the angle of our bodies in a very interesting way. His piercing stroked that perfect spot deep inside of me, sending jolts down my spine. I shifted experimentally.

Pleasure churned in my belly.

Tandor spoke. “Even better than I imagined.” He grabbed my ass, lifting me on his cock before pulling me back down again, helping me ride him.

I threw my head back and groaned. “What are you talking about?” My thighs worked as I established a rhythm that made my bones feel malleable.

His fingers clenched on my ass. “I’ve been thinking about you like this since that night at the inn.”

Surprised, I laughed. “I thought we were never speaking about that again.”

He bucked his hips, hitting me impossibly deeper. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about.”

“I’ve been thinking about it too,” I admitted on a breathy exhale.

Tandor growled, grasping me by the hips and taking over, holding me still while he thrust his hips up into me. His pace was brutal. Wild.

I was boneless, unable to move, unable to breathe. My mouth fell open on a silent scream.

Finally, agonizingly, I fell over the edge. The orgasm ripped the air from my lungs and shattered me into a million pieces as Tandor continued to fuck me, muttering praises under his breath.

As I came back to my body, Tandor’s muscles clenched, a strangled shout escaping his throat. He released into me, his cock pulsating as he continued his shallow thrusts. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise.

I hoped they would bruise—I wanted the reminder for later.

When my body stopped twitching and Tandor finally caught his breath, I lifted myself off him and settled into the bed beside his massive form. His bed was so much bigger than mine. We fit perfectly.

I rolled to face him to find him already looking at me. The coal lining his eyes was smeared.

I grinned. “Happy Hallow’s Eve.”

He smiled back. He reached out to brush my hair from my forehead. “Happy Hallow’s Eve, little witch.” He leaned forward and pressed a sweet, lingering kiss to my lips. My mouth felt swollen.

I wriggled closer, pressing my face into his chest. He engulfed me in an embrace. His body curled around mine.

His heart beat loud and strong against my cheek.

After long, comfortable moments, I spoke again. My voice was quiet and sleepy. “You kidnapped me.”

A laugh rumbled in his chest. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“I’m flattered,” I mumbled. “But you could have just asked.”

He shook with silent laughter. His hand stroked over my snarled hair. He took a deep inhale, held it for a moment, and then let it out. “I love you, little witch.”

My heart nearly stopped. I smiled, hidden in the safety of his chest. I had never felt so comfortable. So warm. So protected. “I love you, Tandor.”