The Dark Thrall Mating Olivia

Chapter Ninety

We stayed like that for a long moment before she pulled away and looked up at me. "Will Killian be coming back?"

"After he cools down, yes." I said, moving my hand up to the side of her face.

"He's not mad at me, is he?" she asked and I brushed my thumb over the top of her cheek. Shaking my head, I looked at her lips. I shouldn't want to right now, but all I could think about was how good her lips felt on mine. How she would taste, the little whimper she'd make if I kissed her right now. "No, he's not."

"Did you want to come in?"

"Yeah, I do. There is just something I want first." I said, tracing my thumb down the side of her face until the pad of my finger brushed against her lower lip.

"What's that?" Olivia asked, her pupils contracting as she watched me.

"Kiss me."

Olivia pressed up onto her toes and I leaned closer to her. Moving my hands to her hips so that I could hold her close to me. She sealed her lips to mine in a soft kiss; she tasted the same and I felt something inside of me relax. Her lips moved against mine and slowly I felt some of the anxious feeling that I'd felt at scenting Nick fade away.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me close and I parted my lips. My tongue moved against hers, seeking entrance, which she gladly gave. My tongue hooked against hers and she pressed herself tighter against me, letting out a whimper.

The sound went straight to my cock. I didn't know how she did it. She made me want her so much with that needy little sound. I turned us towards the house, urging her to walk backwards but not break our kiss. I wasn't ready to be done with kissing her, but I also wasn't trying to give the neighbors something to see.

Granted, they were probably talking already. There were no secrets among shifters and there were plenty around us. My beast could sense them even as he was focused on the woman in our arms. It was still there though, that study thrum of energy that I could sense.

"Jay." Olivia moaned, her fingers tangled into the hair at the base of my scalp. She kissed and nipped her way down to my jaw and I growled softly. Kicking the door closed behind us so that we were alone in her home. Her place smelled like her and it felt like I was wrapped in the sweetness of her scent with her body in my arms.

It was like I was being pulled into a spell that I couldn't seem to break. Not that I wanted to break it. I could have happily spent all night with my mate in my arms. Her soft curves pressed up against me as I moved my tongue against hers, tasting and teasing every part of her.

She was so eager for me. I loved that about her, how she was starting to let go with me. To give into what we both craved even though I hadn't shown her just how dark my needs were. She'd had a taste of them but she hadn't run from us. No, my sweet mate had embraced it and I couldn't wait to show her just how good the pain could feel. How much she could come to crave it just the way that I did.

"Olivia." My hands moved to her bottom, squeezing her ass cheeks and she gasped. Her breath was hot against my skin, but it felt so good.

"Jay." She moaned my name. It was a wanton sound that made my cock grow painfully hard. "Sweetheart. If you don't stop, I won't be able to." I growled low in the back of my throat, tugging her body up against mine so she could feel just how much I wanted her. She pulled back slightly to look up at me. Her brown eyes were glassy and dark with desire.

It would have been so easy to just let myself fall into her and the way that she was making me feel. I knew that I couldn't. Killian was still upset over what had happened and I didn't want this to be something that drove a wedge in between the three of us.

Olivia's nails scraped against my scalp and she kissed the corner of my lips before pulling away from me. "Sorry. I, I-"

"You don't need to apologize to me, Olivia." I brought my hand up to the side of her face to cup her cheek. "Never apologize for how you feel when you are with me."

Her cheeks heated up and she bit her lower lip before nodding at me. I stroked my thumb over her cheek and down to the side of her throat. "Killian and I haven't eaten yet. Have you and Everly had dinner yet?"

"No, I could make something if you'd like?" She said, looking up at me. Her hands moved to the edge of her shirt and she toyed with the hem. "Or I could run and pick something up."

"I was thinking I'd have something delivered." I said, trying not to smile at her. While I liked the idea of her making something for us. The day had been long and I wanted her to be able to relax and open up to me about what had happened between her and Nick. If anything had happened between them.

There was a part of me that almost wanted there to be something that had happened between the two of them. I didn't understand it. Maybe if something had happened between them I would have a reason to hunt down the wolf and make him pay for all of the pain that he had put Olivia through?

Something flashed in my mind. An image of Nick kneeling down on the floor. His blonde head bent down as he rested his hands flat against his thighs. His chest heaving as he fought to keep himself still. Red marks covering his shoulders and back, welts that would be healed by morning. The feel of the leather strap in my hands. How good it would feel to whip him. To watch him squirm for us.