Page 44 of The Sea Witch’s Son (The Villains of Wolf Hollow #1)

Chapter 43

MARLIN

I wrap my hands around slender ankles.

Melody screams as her head goes flying under the duvet. Red hair disappears as I pull my little saint towards the end of the bed. Her nails are out, viciously attacking my skin before I even have a chance to say hello.

“You have the loveliest scream, little saint.” Pressing a kiss to her terrified face, I can’t help but smile, “I would like to hear it more often.”

“I was sleeping, you asshole.”

She shoves my chest but I simply pull her onto my lap. We’re sitting on the floor at the end of her bed, and I am dismayed to discover she’s already changed into her pyjamas.

“Were you dreaming of me?” Tugging the thin material of her shorts, I am rewarded with a glimpse of red lace.

“More like living a nightmare. ”

Melody leans back, watching me pull the shorts further down her legs. I hum in satisfaction when I see my favourite thong decorating her hips.

“How frightening.” Pushing her legs apart, I slowly slide my hands back up, “Were you scared?”

“Petrified.” She smirks, stroking me through my dress pants, “Where were you hiding this time?”

“Under your bed.”

Melody starts to laugh and the sound washes over my body. Every drop of her elation bleeds into me, coating my skin and staining it a colour far more vibrant than should be possible.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you to check under your bed for monsters?” I shake my head solemnly, “You never know who could be hiding under there.”

“I must have missed that lesson.”

Delicate fingers make quick work of the buttons on my dress shirt. Melody carefully pushes the silk material over my shoulders.

“Where were you today? I didn’t see you between classes.”

I smile, “Did you miss me?”

“No. It was nice not having to check the shadows for once.”

Her hands trail down my torso, tracing every bump and line running along my abdomen. Her eyes are glued to my chest, but mine are glued to her face.

I can see every sinful desire play out in her big blue eyes. Every dirty fantasy teasing the edge of her lips until they tilt upward.

She’s so passionate. So alive.

And its all mine.

“You love our shadow play.” My own lips tilt up, “Especially when you get to put your greedy little hands on my body.”

She scrapes a nail across my pec, “It’s always your hands on me. Not the other way around.”

“Mm, I suppose it is.”

Peeling off her sleeping shirt, I sit back and admire the red lace cupping the swell of her breasts. Melody is watching me with hooded eyes, the lust filling her expression identical to the one cursing through my veins.

Her breath hitches when I tug the string wrapped around her waist. Letting it snap back against her skin, I watch the blood rush to the surface, turning her skin into a matching accessory.

“Beautiful.” I tilt my head with a smile, “You are beautiful, my little saint.”

Her lashes flutter down as the blush spreads up her chest.

“This is what I was wearing that night.” She bites her lip, dragging my attention there, “When I thought I was talking to you.”

“You wore this when you were sexting Calista?”

At her nod, I pull another string and let it snap hard against her flesh. She yelps quietly and it sends a blaze burning through me.

“Did you make yourself come wearing my favourite lingerie?”

She nods again, and I punish her honesty with another snap. Her breasts are heaving against the flimsy material, the puckered tip of her nipples visible through the thin padding .

“Calista knew all the right things to say.” She licks her lips slowly, “I couldn’t help but touch myself, thinking of all the things you would do to me if given the chance.”

There’s a devious glint in her eyes and the sight has my cock punching a hole through my dress pants.

“Show me.” Leaning forward, I lick my own path across her lips, “Show me what I missed out on.”

The flush on her cheeks deepens, “You want me to touch myself?”

“Yes.” I smile, crowding her with my presence so she remembers exactly who was haunting her that night, “Touch yourself right here, right now.”

“I was in bed.”

“We can improvise.” Pressing a hand against her flushed skin, I push her until she’s lying flat on the floor, “Consider the uncomfortable setting punishment for thinking about someone else.”

“I wasn’t thinking about-

“Shh.” Covering her mouth with my hand, I whisper in her ear, “You have other things that need doing, little saint. No more talking.”

She bites my fingers and the pain goes straight to my cock. Muffling a groan, I keep one hand pressed against that devilish mouth and position myself so I have a direct shot of her pussy.

“Do you need me to read the messages or do you remember what happened? ”

Her eyes flash with annoyance and a rush of arousal. I watch her hand slide over the curve of her breast, pausing to play with the nipple through the material. Her legs spread as she starts to moan and I watch the nonexistent thong turn a darker shade of red.

“Keep going.”

I echo her message, reminding her of the words that were meant for me.

Melody’s breathing grows heavy as her hand slides south, delicate fingers trembling under my stare. She sneaks beneath the intricate lace, cautiously stroking her clit.

I tsk, “Modesty does not suit you, little saint. Show me what you’re doing right now.”

Lust lights up those eyes as she pulls out her hand and shifts the entire thong to one side. Her pussy lips glisten with arousal, and I lick my lips when I watch her hand slide back down.

Sliding through the wet folds, Melody gathers her cum and wipes it along the swollen bump of her clit. I feel like a man starved as I watch her tease the bud with rough strokes, each one causing her ass to bounce against the floor.

“Finger yourself.” Gravel coats my throat, “Fuck your fingers as if they were mine.”

She obeys without hesitation, leaving the throbbing mess of her clit to slide between the wet folds. A moan vibrates against my hand, and I feel pre-cum start to leak out .

I release her mouth to rip off my pants. My cock is weeping, gushing all over my hand as though this is the first time I have seen a woman touch herself.

Although, this is the first time I have ever felt anything by watching a woman touch herself.

“Open your mouth.” Wiping the excess off my tip, I watch Melody suck my thumb into her sweet little mouth.

She swirls her tongue along my digit, greedily soaking in the taste of me. Her fingers are still driving in and out of her wet pussy, listening to my commands even though I am the one who is under her spell.

“Add another finger.” Teeth pierce my thumb, and I shove it back down her throat, “That’s it, little saint. Fuck your hand and keep wishing it was my cock.”

A whimper slips out and her legs start to shake. The scent of her arousal fills the room, growing stronger the closer she gets to the edge.

Yanking my thumb out of her mouth, I wait until her glazed eyes meet mine.

“When you were talking to Calista, who were you thinking about?”

“You.”

I lean down until our noses are brushing, “And who are you thinking about right now?”

“You. ”

She finishes with a cry, and I slam my mouth over hers. Every jumbled sound, every muffled moan flows down my throat and into my lungs, replenishing my body with her voice. I kiss her through the climax, spearing her with my tongue so she doesn’t forget who brought her to this point.

So she doesn’t forget who she belongs to.

My cock resembles a flagpole by the time Melody crashes back down. Her body trembles against me, tired and sated, but nowhere near close to finished.

“Stick out your tongue.”

She obeys, her tired eyes already relighting with anticipation. For as sweet as she looks, my little saint has a voracious hunger when it comes to sex.

Especially when it comes to me.

The thought has my cock thickening to the point of pain. Holding back a groan, I sit up on my knees and press the throbbing tip against her mouth.

She takes me in immediately, licking and sucking until the groan slips out. Her fingers are still glistening from her own arousal when she starts to stroke, spreading her cum and spit all over me.

“Make it nice and wet, little saint. You know it’s a tight fit.”

A moan vibrates around my shaft, sending pins of pleasure racing through my body. Her lips are stretched wide to fit my size, her devious eyes locked on mine as she slobbers all over my cock.

“That’s enough.”

She releases me with a pop. Removing the scrap of wet material from her legs, I spread her as wide as she can go .

“You need to work on your flexibility.” I press her knees hard into the ground, “Besides your size, it is the only limiting factor on how many positions we can do.”

I have her pinned to the ground, legs splayed out and completely at my mercy but this passionate creature still manages to bite back.

“Or maybe you need to work on your creativity.” She gives me a mocking smile, “Nobody likes a man without imagination, Marlin.”

I smack her pussy hard. She shrieks, squirming under my hold while I grab her hand and press it against her weeping slit.

“My punishments are very creative, little saint. Just wait until you wake up with all four limbs tied to a bedpost.”

She glares at me but it lacks any real menace.

“Psycho.”

“I prefer narcissistic lunatic, actually.” Giving her a blinding smile, I thrust against her hand, “A rather cruel woman called me that, you know.”

Melody rubs her hand along my tip, guiding me forward.

“It wasn’t cruel.” She gasps, feeling me penetrate her tight pussy, “It was truthful.”

I wrap her hand more tightly around me, forcing her to feel every inch sliding inside her.

“You are many things, little saint, but truthful is not one of them.”

Something dark and remorseful crosses her face right before I thrust the rest of the way in. Her hand moves to grip my ass, pushing me in deeper until we’re both panting from the way her muscles are clenching.

“You’re not exactly an open book.” Her words falter when I pull out and thrust back in, “I don’t know anything about you.”

“You know everything you need to know.”

I yank the red lace down from her breasts. Tight puckered nipples spring out, the soft flesh bouncing up and down with every thrust.

“Don’t you think its unfair that you know everything-

Melody’s words turn into a gasp when I pinch the sharp peak. Her inconvenient height has it so I can’t reach her nipples with my mouth, so I share my displeasure by biting down on her neck.

“The difference between us, little saint, is you belong to me.” Thrusting deep, I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, “I do not belong to you.”

Melody responds by digging her nails deeper into my skin. I can feel the marks she leaves behind, the angry half-crescents imprinted on the surface.

But that is as far as I will allow her to go.

Pulling a leg up over my shoulder, I press harder into her. Moans ring out as her hips buck off the ground, meeting my thrusts stroke for stroke. I drive hard and deep, fucking away the sting of her nails and the unfamiliar sensation building in my gut.

“Marlin. ”

She chants my name over and over, a steadfast drum that has my control slipping. Pleasure rushes through every vein, heady and intoxicating as I fuck my little saint into oblivion.

“I-I need to come.”

She writhes beneath me, reaching for her clit to finish the job herself. I grab her hands and slam them back against the floor above her head.

“You know the rules, little saint.”

I slow my strokes until sweat is dripping down the side of her neck and desperation is written clear across that pretty face.

“Marlin, please.”

I like hearing her beg. It reinstates a confidence that I am the one in control, no matter how reactive her presence makes me.

“Louder.”

“ Marlin, please.”

A chuckle escapes from my chest, and I promptly sit back on the hardwood and pull her onto my lap. Her eyes are glazed and there’s perspiration beading above her bottom lip.

I lick it right off.

“Show me how much you want it, little saint.”

A low growl escapes her throat while a deep blush coats her upper body. I lean back and watch her sink on my cock, impaling herself with a hiss.

“Sore already?” I shake my head with a sigh, “The night has just begun.”

“You’re fucking insatiable.” Her nails dig into my shoulders as she starts riding me, “Don’t you ever get tired? ”

I grin, watching her tits bounce with the movement, “How can a man be tired when he has this tight pussy to fill up?”

Her grumble turns into a groan when she rubs her pelvis against me. She grinds down on me, trying to increase the pressure on her swollen clit.

I thread my hand through her hair and pull her head back. Licking my way up the column of her throat, I latch onto her mouth and swallow every needy sound she makes.

Gripping her hips, I force her to sink deeper on my cock. A groan leaks out of my mouth and it’s Melody who sweeps it away with her tongue. I reach between us and press down on her clit, finally providing the release my little saint so desperately desires.

Foul words tumble out from her mouth as she comes for the second time tonight. Her pussy spasms around me, the overflowing pleasure triggering my own to descend.

Lifting her off my lap, I throw her onto the floor and come all over her ass.

“Every time.” She groans into the hardwood.

I smile, watching the sticky liquid drip down her round cheeks, covering every freckle and dimple in sight.

“It’s so you don’t forget.”

“How could I forget when you do it every time?”

She rolls over and glares at me, sending a burning desire rippling through my body all over again .

There is no reason as to why I lean forward and kiss her. Why I mould my lips against hers, seeking a way to mark this passionate creature as my own.

Why I feel the need to consume her so I know she won’t let go.