Chapter 125: Silk and Seduction

Jude POV

He was going to enjoy tormenting Ravyn. Although he didn't have his collection of erotic toys, he could still make her melt and come apart so beautifully. More than he ever dared to do with Emer. He always had the sense that Emer could only be pushed so far. 

Ravyn was different. Beneath that cool, confident exterior was a woman discovering her own sensuality. How fortunate could an Alpha be? The Moon Goddess had selected him to be her mate, the one who introduced her to all these erotic pleasures.

His big hands held the silk scarf he'd found among her things. A soft watered silk floral-print scarf, it was shot through with glittering threads. "You are so beautiful," he whispered, nubbing the scarf between her thighs.

Ravyn moaned. "OH."

He grinned. "I have a variety of toys to pleasure you with, but they're all in Faolan Castle … where I want to start our new life as soon as possible. In fact, I intend to take you there as soon as we can."

Her violet eyes shifted to gold, wavering between her wolf and human eyes, so lost in pleasure was she. "Mmmmm. Tell me more about your toys. I know that sounds like an odd thing to focus on …"

"Not at all."

He felt secretly pleased. He wanted her to focus on their intimacy, and the future pleasure he had planned for her. He didn't want her thinking about the nightmare realm. Or Hades. Or responsibility., He wanted her full attention.

Rubbing the delicate silk between her thighs, he murmured, "Well … there's one that is made of metal, but warm to the touch, not cold. Ingenious little thing that slips between your thighs. Through a mechanism inside it, it vibrates, creating delicious sensations."

"Metal?" she asked breathlessly. "Is that comfortable?"

"It's coated with rabbit fur, so yes. It feels amazing. At least Emer thought so." 

A shudder rocked Ravyn's body. "My! What else do you have?"

He loved how responsive she was. "Mmmm, so your breath quickens just talking about the delights I have in store for you? How thrilling. But maybe it's not just your imagination …"

With enthusiasm, he pulled the silk scarf back and forth, making sure to hit every sensitive place between her legs. Gasping, Ravyn arched her back. "OHHH."

"I love how vocal you are, my sweet witch. My sweet, lovely wolf. I love the softness of your fur when you're in wolf form. Maybe we can spar together, get you all hot and bothered and greedy for me?"

Another moan escaped her perfect lips as she threw back her head. "JUDE."

"YES! Say my name as I rub this exquisite silk between your thighs. How does it feel when I do that? Don't hold back, sweet one. I want to hear every last detail."

Her eyes hazy, she struggled to find the words. "It feels like you're lighting a fire with that silk. As if every part of my body is burning for you."

"Excellent." His gaze roamed over her body, admiring the way her breasts swelled and her buds stood up, hard and perky. "And what if I do this?"

He moved the silk over her body, rubbing her breasts, feeling the delicious sensations of her heated flesh beneath the cool scarf. "These are so beautiful. They need my touch, don't they?"

"Yes," she gasped. "Yes, my Alpha."

He loved her body taut against him, loved the way he could make her body sing. "That's right. I'm your Alpha. I'll dominate you, and love you, and show you more pleasure than you ever dreamed possible."

He lowered his head and captured her tender bud with his mouth, tasting it through the silk, while his other hand fondled its twin, kneading it with his fingers.

"You feel like pure heaven," he whispered.

Ravyn trembled, on the verge of coming. "Jude …"

"NO. You won't come until I say," he growled. "I'm going to make sure that you remember who you belong to. Who owns you. And you won't come until you surrender to me all over again."

Whimpering, Ravyn begged, "But I'm on fire. I feel like I could break apart."

"NO. You're strong, sweetheart. The strongest, sexiest she-wolf witch I know. You can handle the buildup of pleasure. The fire between your legs."

He suckled her through the fabric, feeling her quake beneath him, savoring the milky texture of her skin as he caressed her body before slipping his hand between her legs. She tasted so d*mn good.

"You'll know who you belong to," he growled, nipping her. "Before tonight is through, you'll know that you're mine completely."

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Ravyn POV

His completely. 

His hand between her legs felt even more devastating to her control than the silk. Writhing, she bucked, hoping that this touch would find the magic sensitive spot, and then she would have the release she so desperately craved.

Jude's eyes smoldered with an arrogant fire for the first time. "NO. You won't move like that unless you want me to stop."

Groaning, Ravyn pleaded, "JUDE. I need to come."

Her eyes popped in shock when he shoved the silk between her lips, gagging her. 

Had he just done that? Jude Faolan, cool, controlled Alpha? Sensitive mate?

But hadn't he been like this on that fateful night weeks ago when his passion overwhelmed him? She put it down to grief, and embarrassment, and a wild dream that woke him up to the knowledge that she was his fated mate.

Tonight, Jude wouldn't retreat, or apologize. Instead, he surveyed her with primal satisfaction.

The silk that recently rubbed between her thighs now was wedged in her mouth, and she tasted herself, her love juices. It felt strange, and yet alluring.

"You look so beautiful like this," he purred. "Gagged for me. If you're good, I won't bind you as well. What a sight you'd be–bound, gagged, and helpless, and so beautiful."

Lowering his mouth to her ear, he whispered in a sensual rasp, "Do you taste yourself on the scarf? Taste how sweet you are? I want to taste you. I'm going to drink you dry."

He moved down her body fluidly, no wasted motion, and proceeded to taste her between her legs.

Sweetness. That was what she tasted on that scarf. Delicate, like a fruit sauce with a hint of saltiness. 

Jude's mouth brought her to the brink over and over again, but never truly satisfied her. He set her aflame, like the sacred eternal bonfires she'd read about. 

Her head thrashed from side to side, and her hips quivered. Jude smiled wickedly at her. "Shall I let you come, or shall I torment you until you're a complete wreck and can barely move tomorrow?"

Removing the gag from between her lips, he murmured. "Beg me. Beg me like you've never begged in your life. Scream my name. Then and only then will I give this delicious, greedy body the relief it craves. What's it going to be, my sweet one? Beg me and swear that I am your master."

Dear Goddess Brigid, he was serious. His passion burned darker than she'd ever realized. She felt like she was dancing on the edge of danger and the precipice of pleasure. All she had to do to earn the ultimate ecstasy was to submit to his every desire. To beg him.

Could she do it?

Could she bear it if she didn't find the release she so desperately wanted?