The Dark Thrall Mating Olivia

Chapter Ten

His touch was all I could think about, all that I needed. He brought the belt down in one last strike and I cried out, "Twenty, Sir."

The belt fell to the floor and Jay leaned over me. His body hard against mine, he wrapped his hand around my throat. Tilting my head back so that he could press his lips against mine. His tongue moved against mine.

"You did so good, but you can let go, Killian." Jay whispered, kissing his way along my jaw. Tracing sharp teeth over my skin until my body shook. His other hand moved around my body, wrapping around my thick cock. Stroking me, building up the pleasure.

"Please, Jay, I need-"

"Shhh, I've got you. Let go." He purred out and I did. My dick twitched in his hand, my seed shot out of me. Gold tinted my vision as my knees went weak. His arm around me was the only thing that kept me from falling to the floor.

I let out a sob and his lips moved to the side of my neck, his chest rumbling with a deep, low purr. "You did so good, giving in to me. Letting me take it away from you. Let's get you cleaned up and into bed." He said, it wasn't a question. He was telling me what we were going to do and I nodded, needing the comfort that he happily gave me.

Jay helped me over to the bed. My legs shook with every step, my body felt more relaxed than it had in days. I needed the release that he could give me.

Sure, I might push him. It was part of the way we worked together; he was harder than most and that was what I needed to keep me in line. Especially right now.

He pulled the blue flannel quilt off the bed. Wrapping it around my shoulders, his hands moved over my arms. Massaging me through the fabric, "Relax, I've got you."

His eyes held a warmth in them that most people never got to see. I nodded and he gave me a crooked half smile.

I watched him push himself to stand straight. He smoothed his hands over the front of his jeans before walking over to the bathroom tucked off to the side of the room. The light came on, casting the room with a warm glow. Jay turned on the water and I closed my eyes, focusing on the rare quietness.

My beast wasn't hounding me to find someone, to mate with them. It was just blissful silence. Jay came back into the room. Kneeling in front of me, he ran the washcloth over my face before cleaning up the rest of me. "You did so good, giving me everything. I couldn't ask for more, you know that, right? If this doesn't work out with her, you've still got me and I won't ever stop."

"I know." I whispered.

His fingers threaded through mine and he brushed his thumb over my knuckles. Jay wasn't big on cuddling, but he knew that I needed to be touched. Needed to be held. Most shifters liked to touch and be touched. There were just some things that Jay couldn't push past. This was one of them. It was one of the reasons we fit so well together. He liked to watch and I liked to be watched. I couldn't help but worry though.

"Killian."

"I just, I worry that one day you'll regret being tied to me."

Warmth curled through me from the thrall bond that we shared.

"I could never regret being with you. You already know we're a package deal. If that's not something that she can accept..." He trailed off and I brought my hand up to cover his. I knew what he was going to say. He didn't need to say it.

He had shown me how important I was to him. How much the bond we shared meant to him. Jay had found a mate and when she had not been able to accept us together. He had done something that I don't think many shifters could. Jay had rejected her for me.

I hadn't expected him to do it. In fact, I had tried to talk him out of it. It wasn't his fault that madness ran through my veins. He should have been able to be with her, not tied to me. Jay deserved his happily ever after.

"I know." I said, dipping my head. Praying to the gods and to anyone else listening that Olivia was the one that would accept us.

I had seen how she had looked at the two of us. How her body had warmed at Jay's nearness,

how she had shivered when his fingertips brushed against hers.

I'd felt the pull to go to her, to hunt her, and claim her as ours.

"I'm going to get you something to drink, okay?" Jay said, before leaving the room. When he returned, he handed me a glass of cool water.

I took a large gulp, watching him straighten the room back up. We didn't speak, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. You didn't spend as much time as we did together and need to talk all of the time. We had a bond that went further than words.

The thrall bond connected us on a level that went past pack. We were dragons. We were meant to be in thralls to take mates together. To covet and to keep our little mate hidden away.

I shook my head, trying to shake the thought away. It wouldn't do to get myself worked up over the hunt again. At least not until we were sure it would be something that she wanted to.

“I'm going to get our bags. When I get back, I'll text her alpha.” Jay said, walking out of the bedroom as he headed towards our bikes.

We hadn't brought much, just enough for a few days, both of us had been hopeful that we would find a mate and be able to return to our lair with her.