Chapter 105
"Fuck, baby... you’re so wet," Christian groaned, his voice raw with barely leashed lust. His thick fingers continued their relentless rhythm, plunging deep and curling inside her with devastating precision.
Fleur couldn’t form words. Her entire body was on fire, every nerve ending blazing under his command. When his hot mouth joined the assault—tongue flicking, lips sucking, teeth grazing her swollen clit—she shattered.
"Oh God— Christian!" Her scream tore through the room as a powerful orgasm crashed over her. Her body convulsed violently, back arching off the mattress while her bound hands twisted helplessly against the silk tie. Wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her, leaving her hoarse and trembling, desperate moans still spilling from her lips.
"Honey... I want you," she begged, voice broken and needy. She tugged frantically at her restraints, aching to touch him, to feel the hard, powerful body of the man driving her mad with desire.
Christian’s low, sexy chuckle rolled over her like thunder. "Baby, I want you more than you could ever imagine. But your punishment isn’t over yet."
He dragged his tongue slowly up her hypersensitive folds, making her jerk and cry out. His large hand pressed firmly on her stomach, pinning her down as she thrashed.
"No, please!" Fleur pleaded, writhing beneath him.
"You’ve been a very bad girl, Fleur," he murmured, the wolf bleeding into his voice—dark, primal, and merciless. "And bad girls get punished by their mate."
Without warning, he thrust three thick fingers back inside her while his mouth attacked her clit again, biting and tugging with wicked intent.
"No, no—please, honey! Don’t tease me like this. I need you to fuck me... now!" she cried desperately, frustration and raw yearning twisting her voice.
"Have patience, my love," he taunted, merciless in his control.
"No—let me go!" she groaned, but her protests only seemed to fuel him. His fingers pumped faster, deeper, while his mouth sucked and nibbled her swollen clit without mercy.
It didn’t take long before another orgasm tore through her. She came hard, squirting across his face and tongue. Even then, he didn’t stop. He continued devouring her, licking, fingering, and biting until she lost count of how many times she shattered.
By the end, Fleur lay limp and boneless on the bed, utterly spent. Tears of overwhelming pleasure soaked the blindfold. Her wrists were raw and red from straining against the tie. Her pussy throbbed, sore and dripping, still clenching around his cruelly persistent fingers.
She sighed in exhausted relief when he finally withdrew them, thinking the torment was over.
She was wrong.
His mouth moved upward, capturing one sore nipple between his teeth while his fingers twisted the other.
"Oh God..." she moaned weakly, her voice ragged, body too sensitive to handle any more.
"Now you’ll think twice before teasing me again," Christian growled, low and menacing. "I was gentle with you today. Next time, I won’t be. If you pull another stunt like that, the punishment will be far harsher."
Fleur swallowed hard, a shiver of genuine fear racing down her spine. If this was his gentle punishment, what would his true wrath feel like? The thought made her tremble uncontrollably.
Her racing thoughts shattered as she felt him shift between her thighs. His warm, naked body pressed against hers, all hard muscle and burning heat. He captured her lips in a deep, searing kiss that stole what little breath she had left. In her lust-drunk haze, she hadn’t even realized he’d stripped.
"You’re mine, Fleur," he whispered fiercely against her kiss-swollen lips, voice rough with primal need. "My mate. And you’re about to learn exactly what that means."
She spread her thighs wider in eager surrender, feeling the thick, blunt head of his massive cock nudge against her soaked entrance. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.
Fleur’s back arched sharply as a raw scream of pleasure tore from her throat. The sudden, overwhelming fullness stretched her perfectly, the mate bond flaring white-hot between them.
Christian set a brutal pace, pounding into her with deep, punishing strokes. Her bound hands kept her completely at his mercy, heightening every sensation. She could only take what he gave.
"Do you feel that, Fleur?" he growled, hips snapping relentlessly. "This is what happens when you provoke your alpha."
"Yes... oh God, yes!" she panted, her body trembling on the edge once more.
"Good girl. Take it all. Take everything your mate gives you."
He fucked her harder, their bodies slamming together in a wild, ancient rhythm. The room filled with the wet sounds of skin slapping skin, her broken cries, and his deep, animalistic grunts. The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and the unmistakable musk of mated wolves.
The coil inside her tightened unbearably before snapping. Fleur came with a shattering intensity that eclipsed every previous orgasm, her walls clenching violently around him. Christian followed with a savage roar, burying himself as deep as possible as he emptied himself inside her. Pulse after pulse of hot seed flooded her womb, marking her completely as his.
He stayed buried deep, both of them panting, bodies slick and trembling in the afterglow of their fierce, unbreakable bond.
. . .
Panting heavily, Christian collapsed beside her and pulled her into his strong arms. With gentle care, he untied the silk from her wrists and removed the blindfold. As the cloth fell away, Fleur’s tear-bright eyes met his. In that moment, she saw everything—raw love, fierce possession, and the ancient soul of the wolf staring back at her.
Overwhelmed, her heart brimming with a storm of emotions, she cupped his face in her trembling hands and pulled him into a deep, fervent kiss. She poured every ounce of her love, her fear, her longing, and her trust into it.
When they finally parted, Christian’s fingers brushed tenderly over her flushed cheeks, wiping away the last traces of tears. "Are you okay, baby doll?" he asked, concern softening his voice as he took her reddened wrists in his hands. He winced at the marks left by his tie.
"I’m fine," Fleur whispered, smiling as she cupped his face again, gently guiding his gaze from her wrists back to her eyes.
"You push my limits like no one else," he murmured, bringing her wrists to his lips and kissing the tender skin with aching softness. A shy blush colored Fleur’s cheeks.
"Umm... by the way, there are some other places that are still hurting," she teased in a playful whisper.
Christian’s eyes narrowed dangerously. His hand slid down to grip one of her burning, fingerprint-marked ass cheeks. Fleur gasped sharply at the pressure.
"Now you’ll remember not to provoke me," he warned, voice dark and low. He pressed her closer, letting her feel his growing hardness against her. "I meant every word, baby doll. Next time, I won’t be gentle. The punishment will be twice as harsh."
Fleur swallowed hard, momentarily speechless. Part of her thrilled at the threat, craving the savage side of her mate even as it frightened her.
Despite his rough words, she knew the truth in her soul: every touch, no matter how punishing, was calculated to bring her pleasure. His dominance always served their bond.
Christian’s eyes held hers, a perfect storm of alpha dominance and tender devotion. His grip on her ass tightened as he kneaded the sore flesh, drawing a soft moan from her lips. Pain and pleasure twisted together, making her core throb with fresh wetness.
He leaned in, claiming her mouth in another searing, possessive kiss. His cock hardened fully against her as their tongues danced. Fleur melted into him, her body responding with renewed hunger.
"What are you, baby?" he growled against her lips, voice rough with frustration and need. "A witch? An enchantress? Why can’t I control myself around you?"
Fleur bit her lip shyly, gazing into his dark, intense eyes.
"I just had you... and now I need to be buried inside your sweet cunt again," he snarled, teeth clenched. "Hell, I want to keep my cock deep inside you day and night. Never stop. Never pull out."
Her breath hitched as the thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance. In one powerful thrust, he drove deep inside her.
"Oh, Christian...! Please!" she cried.
His eyes flared with disbelief and wild desire. "As you wish."
He increased his pace, thrusting harder and deeper. Fleur rode him frantically, taking every thick inch of his massive length. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she met his movements with desperate need, her body arching and rolling against him.
Christian gripped her hips with bruising strength, controlling her rhythm as he pounded into her relentlessly. The room echoed with the wet slap of skin on skin, their mingled moans, and ragged breaths—a symphony of raw, unrestrained passion.
"Fuck, baby... you drive me insane," he groaned, voice strained.
"Yes! Oh, yes!" Fleur moaned mindlessly, lost in the overwhelming pleasure only her mate could give.
Her cries grew louder, more desperate, until his fingers found her clit, rubbing with perfect pressure. She screamed his name as another shattering orgasm tore through her, her walls clenching tightly around him. Christian didn’t stop. He kept thrusting through her release, faster and rougher, until he followed with a deep, primal growl. He emptied himself inside her once more, flooding her womb with hot pulses of his seed.
They collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, still joined. Fleur lay on top of him, his cock remaining deep inside her as neither wanted to break the connection.
Christian’s heart swelled with overwhelming love and fierce protectiveness. The dangers surrounding them no longer mattered. He needed his wife and their children by his side. He couldn’t survive another day without them. They belonged to him—heart, body, and soul.
In that quiet, sacred moment, he made a firm decision. He would tell her the truth. He would reveal that he knew she was Odette, his fated mate, and that he wanted her to come home to him forever.