Page 57 of November Reign
I caught Thyme looking at me a few times, a complicated emotion on his face. We’d already decided he would be the one who would soften towards me first. Damon would then follow Thyme’slead, otherwise Basil would grow impatient and manufacture a reason for the brothers to trust me.
The plan was for me to sit in on a potion lesson and “protect” Thyme by telling him he put the wrong ingredient in the pot. No, we didn’t use cauldrons. They were impractical to clean.
We’d let that situation play out after lunch, and I played a little more with Thyme. My phone buzzed with a text. I got it out of my pocket only to stare at it.
Basil
Sounds like you aren’t making any progress. DO SOMETHING!
He had a shorter rope than I’d remembered. I thought for sure we’d have a few more days before the threats arrived.
Determined not to let him ruin my day, I told him I was on it and flicked over to the app I wanted. The toy Thyme was wearing was designed with shifters in mind. It was spelled to stay super quiet as it vibrated. Sure, the shifters would hear Thyme’s squeaks and probably smell his arousal, but the others wouldn’t know what was happening.
At first, there was no sign that I’d turned the toy on at all. Then I saw Thyme wriggle in place. He’d been careful when he’d taken his seat, his blush so adorable. Now he was unable to find a reprieve from the toy as it vibrated against his prostate.
Thyme’s hands fell to his groin as I turned the toy up on my phone. He glanced my way and glared when I smirked at him. Just for that look, I cranked it further.
He squealed and nearly fell to the floor. I was closest, so I caught him before he could face-plant.
“Careful,” I teased. “Don’t want to break that pretty face.” I helped him stand.
“Fuck off.” Thyme stalked from the room.
“Oak? Could you go check on him, please? I think he’s overdone it today. He said he didn’t get much sleep.” Damon gave me the perfect opportunity to gain some ground in front of witnesses.
“Sure.”
I found Thyme in his bathroom, the toy in the sink.
“Now,” I said, crowding close behind him. I dipped to nip at his neck. “Did I say you could take that out?”
Rather than answer, Thyme pushed his ass against my groin.
The thought of fucking him against the sink, then returning to the others, had me hard in an instant. Truthfully, just being that close to Thyme got me hard.
“Want something, angel?” I asked, as I eased his pants down.
“Fuck me.”
“Of course.” I couldn’t keep the wicked grin from my face.
I pushed my pants down and entered him slowly. His head hung low, his hands braced on the sink, fingers going white when I began to thrust hard and fast into him.
“Gotta make this quick. Stroke yourself,” I demanded.
Thyme did as he asked. I wanted him to see how sexy he was, how great we looked together. I took a grip of his hair and tugged, making him meet my eyes in the mirror.
“Mine,” I growled. That animalistic side of me coming out once more. Only Thyme made me feel like this. Desperate for anything he could give me.
“Yours,” he agreed.
I came then, spurred on by the look of triumph in his expression as I claimed him.
Once I’d caught my breath, I slipped free and went to my knees, swallowing his cock. When his orgasm hit, I swallowed that too, before catching him as his knees went weak.
“Come on, you can have a nap before the afternoon session.”
“No more plug?”
