November Reign (Northarbor Coven #3)

21. Play Time

Play Time

Oak

It was before dawn when I woke. Knowing I could only carve out a couple of hours to spend alone with Thyme before the rest of the coven descended on the mansion made it almost impossible to sleep. I’d probably slept a couple of hours, but was much more inclined to watch Thyme sleep until I felt like I could wake him and enact my plan.

I’d already eased out of the bed to grab everything I needed for what I wanted to do. All I needed was my boyfriend to be awake so he could give his consent to the scene I wanted to play out.

“Babe? Wake up.” I gently stroked along Thyme’s bare back, making goosebumps pop up over his freckled skin. This close to winter, he didn’t have as many, but I could see the faint remains of his summer freckles over his shoulders. I’d loved watching him training in the sunshine over the summer. He’d been so happy while trying to get Damon, who worshiped him, to like him. Shame was that neither could see just how much the other loved him. They were getting there, though.

Thyme roused under my touch. “Oak?” he murmured sleepily.

“There better not be anyone else who sees you like this,” I muttered darkly, a feeling of possession sweeping over me. Thyme was mine. Only mine.

A soft smile graced his pretty face. I loved the elf look he had. I wouldn’t have been surprised to find pointed ears when I pushed his hair off his face.

“Just you,” he sounded more alert now. His gaze was firmly on my face. “What time is it?”

“Early. Thought we could play a little before breakfast and the others arrive.”

“Hmm… I’d be up for that.” He turned onto his back, beckoning me to come closer. I leaned down over him and kissed him. It started out as a tease, but soon turned into something hungry as my tongue met his.

We broke apart. His lips looked puffy, his cheeks flushed, and in the low light of the lamp, I could see his pupils were dilated. I was sure he was getting hard, too.

“What do you have in mind?” he asked, his voice raspy with desire.

“I want to blindfold you, tease you until you beg me to fuck you because only then can you come. You can’t touch me, though. ”

“Are you going to tie me up again?”

“No. You’re going to be good for me and hold still. Aren’t you? I’ll stop if you don’t. Then you won’t get to come.”

“Yes! Sounds so good.”

“Okay, here. Let me put this on.” I found the silk lined mask and covered his eyes with it. “Comfortable?”

“Yes.”

“Keep your hands by your sides, okay?”

“I will.” He held still as he had promised when I put his hands in the position I wanted them in. I kept his hands slightly away from his body so I could tease his sides and inner arms.

“Use your colors, remember? I’m not going to listen to stop or no, okay?”

“Right. I’m green.” He nodded his head. He was so fucking sexy when he was all submissive and compliant.

“Good.”

I didn’t say anything more as I set about teasing Thyme until he begged. I had a feather that I ran up and down his legs, occasionally kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin behind his knees.

His hands automatically shot out to stop me.

“Hands,” I chided, taking away my touch. He put them back where I’d placed them in the first place.

“Sorry! ”

Thyme wriggled in place. We’d gone to sleep naked, so I was treated to a full view of his compact body, his cock hard and leaking against his flat stomach. The man didn’t eat nearly enough. He ate like a bird. If he was agreeable, I’d put a bit of muscle on him. Working out together could be hot.

“Behave,” I warned.

I returned to the alternating touches. Soft with the feather, firmer with my fingers or lips. Every so often, I’d suck a mark into his skin where no one else would see it.

The feather around his nipples made him gasp. He moaned out a curse when I sucked each one into my mouth. He about launched from the bed when I bit one. His hands clasped my head, keeping it in place.

So, he liked nipple play, huh? Well, guess who was getting clamps next?

“Hands,” I repeated, my tone firm.

Thyme smoothed my hair back before placing his hands in the correct position.

We repeated the game over and over until I could see his frustration. I turned my attention to his cock.

The magic of the transition spell had gifted him with an average sized uncut cock. I already knew he had a prostate, since I was well acquainted with it.

I pulled back his foreskin and blew on the tip. Thyme gasped out my name. His fingers twitched closer. I licked over his length, down to his balls, then over his taint to his hole.

A pillow raised his hips so I could get at his hole easier. Thyme made mewling noises as I licked around the furled skin before pushing my tongue just inside him.

“Oak!” he cried, his hands cupping my face.

“Can’t help yourself, can you?” I got to my knees, clasping his hands. “Turn over.” My tone brooked no argument. I let go long enough for him to do as he was told.

“Gotta tie these naughty hands up.” Since I knew Thyme would struggle, I kept my silk ropes handy. With sure movements, I restrained his hands above his head. His face was turned to the side, his eyes still covered. He was all flushed from his forehead to his chest.

I ran my hand down his back and swatted his butt a couple of times, loving how it jiggled.

“Check in.”

“Green.” Thyme smiled and tried to wiggle his ass.

“Careful,” I warned. “Any sass and I’ll stop.”

He stopped moving and didn’t speak.

“Better.”

Cupping and squeezing his ass cheeks, I returned to my task: opening him up to take my cock. Spreading him open, I spat on his entrance before using my thumb to ease my spit inside him. I’d get the flavored lube too, but I wanted to play for a while longer.

The morning light outside the window told me I was running out of time. I had to move this along. My dick gave a throb at just the thought of being inside Thyme again.

I licked over his hole, making him moan, then set to work stretching him. The lube I’d picked was pineapple, and I didn’t particularly like the taste of it, much preferring Thyme’s musk over the artificial flavor. He cried out when I pushed two fingers inside him as I nipped at the tender skin around his entrance. I completely ignored his leaking cock. He’d come when I was inside him without anything else, or not come at all.

“Please, please, please! I need you, Oak.” He was so pretty when he begged. Were those tears slipping out under the mask?

“What if I just want to fuck you with my fingers, sweetheart?”

“No! Put your dick in me right now!”

“So demanding.” Not that I was going to deny him. I covered my length with the lube, adjusted the position of his hips, and slid inside until my groin was flush with his ass. He was so tight and warm inside. He fit me so perfectly.

“Oh, fuck!” He moaned, giving a full body shudder. His muscles clamped down on me. I spanked his ass once in warning.

Holding him in place, I pulled back, then thrust forward, driving into him. On and on, I fucked into him, using his body like my personal sex toy.

“Good, babe?”

“So good!”

“D’you think you can come just from this?” He made a pretty sound of confusion. “I want you to come on my cock.” My thrusts continued, getting me closer to my peak.

“Oak!” Thyme moaned.

“If you don’t come before I do, then you won’t get to until tonight when we are alone and I can fill you up again,” I warned, leaning down over him, pressing him into the bed. “Are you going to wear my plug? Keep me inside you all day?”

“Yes!” he cried. I felt his muscles spasm as he came.

“That’s it. Gonna paint your insides with my come and keep it inside you all day. Only take the plug out so I can use you again.”

I swear he tried to orgasm again. He made a strangled sound and bit the pillow.

The sight of him, flushed, crying, overwhelmed with pleasure, along with the feel of his ass strangling my cock, did me in. On and on, my orgasm seemed to go. My brain completely shorted out. I pumped my hips as I came down from my release.

Just in reach was the shiny black plug. I found the lube and coated the plug with a generous amount. When I pulled out of Thyme, I pushed the toy inside him until the flared base was secure.

Untying him took only a moment. If he’d tried, he could have gotten free himself. I checked his wrists and kissed each one before folding him into my arms.

“Okay?”

“Hmm, perfect.”

“Going to wear the toy all day?”

“I’ll try.” Thyme leaned up for a kiss.

When our lips met, I knew without a doubt that nothing would stop me from being at his side for the rest of my life.

Thyme was uncomfortable. His cheeks were pink from his embarrassment. No one knew he was wearing a plug, but he certainly felt it every time he sat down.

We kept our distance during the training. I hated it. Acting as if I hated him was damn near impossible when I wanted my eyes on him all the time .

Damon had stolen him off to the kitchen to add more fuel to the rumors of a massive rift. I could see the other witches gossiping when they were supposed to be paying attention to what Gregoris was saying.

Luckily, we had a couple of enforcers from Logan’s pride with us. They soon got the witches on task.

“Pay attention or die next time you meet a shifter!” one barked. He was done with their shit. I caught him rolling his eyes at his friend and muttering “witches,” when he thought no one was paying attention. “Sorry,” he said to me when he met my eyes.

“No, you’re right. They need to focus less on coven politics and more on getting out of this alive.”

That earned me a sound of approval.

Everyone concentrated better on the training after that. Some might even have impressed the shifters with some well timed, non lethal spells.

The practice had gone on for a couple of hours, then we were to break for lunch. I followed my coven members to the kitchen, ready to play my part again. Once there, I hung back, stayed on the fringes of things, and only went to get my food when no one else was next to it.

I caught Thyme looking at me a few times, a complicated emotion on his face. We’d already decided he would be the one who would soften towards me first. Damon would then follow Thyme’s lead, otherwise Basil would grow impatient and manufacture a reason for the brothers to trust me.

The plan was for me to sit in on a potion lesson and “protect” Thyme by telling him he put the wrong ingredient in the pot. No, we didn’t use cauldrons. They were impractical to clean.

We’d let that situation play out after lunch, and I played a little more with Thyme. My phone buzzed with a text. I got it out of my pocket only to stare at it.

Basil

Sounds like you aren’t making any progress. DO SOMETHING!

He had a shorter rope than I’d remembered. I thought for sure we’d have a few more days before the threats arrived.

Determined not to let him ruin my day, I told him I was on it and flicked over to the app I wanted. The toy Thyme was wearing was designed with shifters in mind. It was spelled to stay super quiet as it vibrated. Sure, the shifters would hear Thyme’s squeaks and probably smell his arousal, but the others wouldn’t know what was happening.

At first, there was no sign that I’d turned the toy on at all. Then I saw Thyme wriggle in place. He’d been careful when he’d taken his seat, his blush so adorable. Now he was unable to find a reprieve from the toy as it vibrated against his prostate .

Thyme’s hands fell to his groin as I turned the toy up on my phone. He glanced my way and glared when I smirked at him. Just for that look, I cranked it further.

He squealed and nearly fell to the floor. I was closest, so I caught him before he could face-plant.

“Careful,” I teased. “Don’t want to break that pretty face.” I helped him stand.

“Fuck off.” Thyme stalked from the room.

“Oak? Could you go check on him, please? I think he’s overdone it today. He said he didn’t get much sleep.” Damon gave me the perfect opportunity to gain some ground in front of witnesses.

“Sure.”

I found Thyme in his bathroom, the toy in the sink.

“Now,” I said, crowding close behind him. I dipped to nip at his neck. “Did I say you could take that out?”

Rather than answer, Thyme pushed his ass against my groin.

The thought of fucking him against the sink, then returning to the others, had me hard in an instant. Truthfully, just being that close to Thyme got me hard.

“Want something, angel?” I asked, as I eased his pants down.

“Fuck me.”

“Of course.” I couldn’t keep the wicked grin from my face .

I pushed my pants down and entered him slowly. His head hung low, his hands braced on the sink, fingers going white when I began to thrust hard and fast into him.

“Gotta make this quick. Stroke yourself,” I demanded.

Thyme did as he asked. I wanted him to see how sexy he was, how great we looked together. I took a grip of his hair and tugged, making him meet my eyes in the mirror.

“Mine,” I growled. That animalistic side of me coming out once more. Only Thyme made me feel like this. Desperate for anything he could give me.

“Yours,” he agreed.

I came then, spurred on by the look of triumph in his expression as I claimed him.

Once I’d caught my breath, I slipped free and went to my knees, swallowing his cock. When his orgasm hit, I swallowed that too, before catching him as his knees went weak.

“Come on, you can have a nap before the afternoon session.”

“No more plug?”

“No. The shifters know you’re mine by now.”

His pleased expression stayed with me after I put him in bed and left the room .

Most of the coven were still in the kitchen eating their lunch. They were in groups, chatting quietly. More than a few eyes watched me go to Damon.

“You were gone a while.”

“Took me that long to convince him to have a nap and take a potion in an hour.”

“Right. Good call. He burned a lot of magic when he wasn’t feeling too hot to start with. Think he might have to try a new bed. Was complaining of back pain.” Humor danced in Damon’s blue eyes, the same shade as Thyme’s, yet so different.

“Why don’t I try to teach them the potion Thyme was going to show them?” I offered.

“That’d be great, thanks Oak.”

Hopefully Basil would get off my case with the performance we put in today. Then we had to figure a way out of this mess.