Filed To Story: Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons
“I don’t want you to suffer.” She says, looking disappointed. “I want you to understand what it feels like to have no control.”
We both know that the oath I forced her to take won’t allow her to control me completely. But as long as she doesn’t try to kill me, it won’t fight the pull she creates with her song, I don’t think. I trust her. It’s weird to admit it, but I do. I trust her explicitly and I don’t deserve her, but here I am begging for anything she will give me.
Colette plays with the water, her face falling as she dips forward, her body gliding into the water as she fully submerges herself. My body tingles, my lycan going crazy as an ethereal sound fills our mind. I gasp as my body moves on its own, stepping into the warm water as it sends shivers through me.
My lycan wants to fight the control, growling in my head and angry with me for not trying to resist. I silence him, reminding him this is for our mate. This is only the beginning of our penance, and we will bow down and accept it. It takes some convincing, but when he realizes I am right, he lets out a whine and settles.
I can’t make out the words of this song. She sings in a language I don’t understand, but the melody wraps around me like a heated blanket, warming me to.my core with thoughts of happiness and a gentle caress of a seductive promise. There is no hiding how aroused I am, my body vibrating with the need to get my hands on her, my muscles rippling as I move deeper into the water, a soft light emanating from just beneath the surface beckoning me to it and when I get there I freeze.
I am unable to move or make a sound as Colette slowly breaks the surface. Her eyes peek up at me and my breath hitches when I feel her fingers glide over my torso. Her head tilts to the side as she stands and moves backward, beckoning me to follow with her gaze. There is no quelling the erratic heartbeat that rams at my rib cage, no pretending I’m not as entranced in her as I know I
appear.
She has me stop right before her, my fingers itching, my skin crawling to be closer though she refuses to let me. A dissatisfied growl breaks from my lips and she smirks, more than satisfied. Colette traces her fingers up my chest, and over my shoulders, feeling every groove of muscle I have before she grabs hold of me and spins me.
My back presses into the side of the pool, the cool marble shocking me as I let out a surprised gasp. Then she steps closer and I can see how much she is fighting for control of her wolf as well. I say nothing. Calling her out on her own struggle would probably only lead to a much more painful blueball situation than I’m currently in.
“What do you want?” she whispers.
“You.” I say, the word rushing out of me as easy as a simple breath of air would. It’s true though. The very evidence of my wanting her rests in not just the southern region of my waist, but in my chest where my heart misbehaves and in my being where my soul rests, begging for every piece of her.
She smiles wryly and shakes her head.
“What do you want me to do to you?” She asks. Her song hums through me like a thin wall in a cheap home. All the answers that come to mind are dirty enough to make her perfect cheek blush red and I bite back a vicious grin. Oh, the things I want her to do to me are plenty indeed.
“Touch me.” I say in a husky tone. Her head tilts to the side as she plays coy and my body quivers with agonizing desire for her. Her fingers flit over my cheek as she smiles. “Here?” she asks, but before I can answer, she drags her nail down my throat and across my collarbone. “Or maybe here?” She asks.
I don’t answer, I can’t. How can I when my tongue is pressed so damn hard into the roof of my mouth to control my actions I fear I may cause actual pain soon? My eyes meet hers, her deep browns swirling with hues of blue that mesmerize me. Her fingers dance lower, her eyes never leaving mine as they dip below the surface.
“Perhaps this is where you meant?” She whispers, the palm of her hand pressing against me, though she grips nothing. A moan rumbles through my chest, my eyes falling closed as my body acts on instinct and my hips grind into her hand.
Colette clicks her tongue, and I snap my eyes open, looking at her.
“You can not take.” She says, her eyes firm. “This is not for you.”
“Trust me, my little luna, I am in nothing but agony.” I grit out, trying to keep my composure.
“You don’t seem like it,” she whispers, and I chuckle, leaning down.
“Should I tell you how much agony I am in? Would that please you?” I whisper, and she seems to think for a moment. Then she lowers herself up to her neck in the water and I gulp at how close she is to my only too happy member waiting for her to do what she wants.
“Please,” she smirks. “Tell me.”
“My fingers are on fire.” I tell her, my voice a low rasp. “Every time your skin is on mine it feel likes a thousand needles of pleasure tattooing your touch to my flesh. My chest aches like my heart will break free at any moment and land squarely in your hands.”
“Hmmm…” she hums, tapping her index finger on her chin like she is pretending to think about something. Then she slides back over to me, her fingers wrapping around me as my body shudders and she looks up with large, innocent eyes.
“Colette,” I whisper on a moan.
“And what kind of pain does this cause you?” She whispers,
“Immeasurable.” I tell her honestly.
I want to wrap my arms around her and seat her on me as I show her never ending pleasure. I want to run my hands over every curve, every swath of skin and pepper it with kisses while showering her with tender promises of a perfect future. But instead I fight my every urge, my very nature, to take the lead.
“And what makes this so intolerable?” She asks, sounding slighted.
“It’s the lack of touch.” I shiver. “I want to feel every part of you. So damn bad, Colette.”
“No, you want to be in control.” She says, drawing her hand away. I look at her through heady eyes, her serious gaze doing nothing to diminish the throbbing erection she has fully fueled.
“I have surrendered to you fully.” I tell her truthfully.
“Not yet.” She shakes her head. “But you will.”
She stands and rushes to me, pressing her body against mine as she reaches up, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her plush lips press against mine and I kiss her back, my mouth opening as she rolls her hips into me. It want to wrap my arms around her, but they are stuck to my side.
“Can I touch you back?” I beg her, breaking our kiss for a mere moment, and she pauses, a smile on her lips.
“I like you asking permission first.” She says.
“Is that a yes?” I huff and she shakes her head.
“Yes. For now.” I capture her lips again, my arms wrapping around her as I lift her up. Colette’s slender legs wrap around my waist. I am so close to the point of entry, my lycan cursing me for not dropping her lower and taking her hard and fast.