Page 54 of November Reign
“Maybe you should miss tomorrow’s session. You could do a potions class or something. Work on things to stop a shifter attack.”
I thought about that idea. “It’d be better than being in the same room as you and not being able to touch you.”
I felt his smirk against my hair. “Can’t help being irresistible,” he teased.
“No, you can’t.” Unlike Oak, I wasn’t joking. “Oak?”
“Yeah?”
“No matter what you hear, I want you to remember I love you, okay?”
“Thank the goddess you said it first! I’ve wanted to say the words since I first kissed you, I think. Thyme, I love you. No matter what, I’ll fight for what we have.”
I snuggled closer. “Good, because I’m going to give Basil a hell of a fight so we can have a happy life together.”
Play Time
Oak
It was before dawnwhen I woke. Knowing I could only carve out a couple of hours to spend alone with Thyme before the rest of the coven descended on the mansion made it almost impossible to sleep. I’d probably slept a couple of hours, but was much more inclined to watch Thyme sleep until I felt like I could wake him and enact my plan.
I’d already eased out of the bed to grab everything I needed for what I wanted to do. All I needed was my boyfriend to be awake so he could give his consent to the scene I wanted to play out.
“Babe? Wake up.” I gently stroked along Thyme’s bare back, making goosebumps pop up over his freckled skin. This close to winter, he didn’t have as many, but I could see the faint remains of his summer freckles over his shoulders. I’d loved watching him training in the sunshine over the summer. He’d been so happy while trying to get Damon, who worshiped him, to like him. Shame was that neither could seejust how much the other loved him. They were getting there, though.
Thyme roused under my touch. “Oak?” he murmured sleepily.
“There better not be anyone else who sees you like this,” I muttered darkly, a feeling of possession sweeping over me. Thyme was mine. Only mine.
A soft smile graced his pretty face. I loved the elf look he had. I wouldn’t have been surprised to find pointed ears when I pushed his hair off his face.
“Just you,” he sounded more alert now. His gaze was firmly on my face. “What time is it?”
“Early. Thought we could play a little before breakfast and the others arrive.”
“Hmm… I’d be up for that.” He turned onto his back, beckoning me to come closer. I leaned down over him and kissed him. It started out as a tease, but soon turned into something hungry as my tongue met his.
We broke apart. His lips looked puffy, his cheeks flushed, and in the low light of the lamp, I could see his pupils were dilated. I was sure he was getting hard, too.
“What do you have in mind?” he asked, his voice raspy with desire.
“I want to blindfold you, tease you until you beg me to fuck you because only then can you come. You can’t touch me, though.”
“Are you going to tie me up again?”
“No. You’re going to be good for me and hold still. Aren’t you? I’ll stop if you don’t. Then you won’t get to come.”
“Yes! Sounds so good.”
“Okay, here. Let me put this on.” I found the silk lined mask and covered his eyes with it. “Comfortable?”
“Yes.”
“Keep your hands by your sides, okay?”
“I will.” He held still as he had promised when I put his hands in the position I wanted them in. I kept his hands slightly away from his body so I could tease his sides and inner arms.
“Use your colors, remember? I’m not going to listen to stop or no, okay?”
