Witch in wolf's clothing - Namaari

Chapter 33: Still a Virgin

Tazzym’s POV

We follow Namaari upstairs, her sobs echoing down the hallway, a stark reminder of how badly we've messed up. Zyméo mutters, "f**k, I’ve never seen her cry like that. We’ve broken her."

I nod, the guilt weighing heavily on my chest. "Yeah, we went too far." I shoot a glance at Kaynim. "You started this."

Kaynim huffs, clearly defensive. "Oh, so it’s all my fault now."

We reach her door, and I knock gently. "Beautiful, please open the door. We’re really sorry."

The words from inside hit us like a punch in the gut. She’s still a virgin? I can't help but feel a surge of conflicting emotions. Besides the overwhelming guilt of having hurt her, there's an undeniable relief that she hasn’t been with other men.

The room falls into a deafening silence, broken only by the soft, heartbreaking sobs of Namaari. We exchange looks, silently asking each other what we should do. Finally, Kaynim reaches for the doorknob and opens the door cautiously. "Princess?"

The room is dark, but we step inside, moving towards her bed. Zyméo reaches out, gently pulling the blanket away from Namaari's head. She’s curled up, her face buried in the pillow, tears still streaming down her cheeks.

I feel a lump in my throat as I sit down beside her, my hand hovering over her back, unsure if I should touch her. "Namaari," I say softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "We’re so sorry. We didn’t mean any of it."

Kaynim and Zyméo stand on either side of the bed, their expressions filled with remorse. Zyméo tries to speak, his voice choked with emotion. "We’re idiots, sweetheart. We were wrong, and we hurt you. Please, forgive us."

Namaari sniffs into her pillow, her voice trembling. "I’m just so insecure about how I feel. I don’t want to get my heart broken. I bragged about all those ‘boyfriends’ because I didn’t want to feel inferior to you guys. I can’t give you what you’re used to."

Zyméo gently strokes her back. "We’re not going to break your heart, Namaari."

I chime in, "If there’s one area where you should feel less experienced than us, it’s dating. Having lots of dating experience isn’t something to be proud of."

Kaynim, softer than usual, adds, "It is precisely on every other front, you should tone it down a bit. You outshine us too much."

Namaari chuckles through her sobs, which momentarily lightens my heart. But her tears quickly return. "I feel so stupid and embarrassed."

I slide into bed next to her, wrapping her in a comforting embrace. I press a gentle kiss to her forehead, trying to offer all the warmth and reassurance I can. “You don’t have to prove anything to us. You’re perfect just as you are. We’re sorry for making you feel like you had to be someone you’re not.”

Zyméo lies down behind her, gently stroking her hair and whispering soothing words. “We’re here to stay, Namaari. We’re your mates.”

Kaynim hesitates, then eventually joins us, lying next to Zyméo. "Goodnight, Princess," he says softly.

As I continue to murmur comforting words and gently rock her, I can feel her body relaxing against mine. Her sobs gradually quiet down, and her breathing evens out as she drifts off to sleep. I hold her close, my heart aching with both sadness and relief.

I wake up the next morning, feeling the warmth of Namaari nestled against my chest. She’s still asleep, her breathing soft and steady. I don’t want to move too much, not wanting to wake her. I gently tighten my hold on her, savoring the peaceful moment.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Kaynim standing up and heading towards the door. I mind-link him, asking, “Where are you going?”

Kaynim responds, “I’ve already slept longer than usual. It’s past 9 a.m. I’m going to get ready in my room and then grab something to eat before training.”

“Can’t you stay a bit longer, until Namaari wakes up?” I ask, hoping he might reconsider.

I see the slight hesitation in his movements, but he says, “No, too much work to do,” and heads out.

I know Kaynim would’ve liked to stay, but he’s too stubborn. He’s still not ready to fully let Namaari in, and they seem to be at odds most of the time. But I’m sure they’ll grow closer with time.

Next to me, I feel Namaari stir. Zyméo sits up, leaning on one arm and yawning. He looks at Namaari with so much love in his eyes. I mind-link him, “Can you believe she’s our mate?”

“We need to make sure she trusts us quickly,” Zyméo replies through the mind-link. “I don’t want her to reject us. She’s perfect: smart, fierce, strong, beautiful…”

I smirk, adding, “And don’t forget feisty and sexy.”

Zyméo shakes his head, laughing softly. He kisses Namaari’s forehead tenderly before crawling out of bed. I give him a questioning look through the mind-link, asking, “Why are you leaving too?”

With a pained expression, Zyméo responds, “Namaari still keeps some distance from me. I don’t know if she’ll be comfortable waking up next to me. Besides, I need to properly end things with Seraphina. I promised Namaari I would, and that’s on my agenda for today.”

I nod in understanding. Zyméo gives Namaari one last, lingering look before leaving the room quietly.

Namaari slowly wakes up, blinking her eyes open as I gently touch her cheek. My thumb grazes her lips, and I whisper, “Morning, beautiful.”

She blushes, quickly looking down and murmuring shyly, “Morning.”

I gently lift her chin, making her look at me. “How do you feel?” I ask softly, trying to convey how much I care.

“Better,” she replies quietly. “Thank you for staying with me last night.”

I smile warmly, feeling my heart swell with affection. “I’ll always be here for you, Namaari.”

We continue to gaze into each other’s eyes, a light blush spreading across her cheeks, which I find absolutely adorable.

I look at her lips and say, “You know, I know you don’t remember, but you’ve kissed me before. And since then… I’ve thought about it a lot over the years.”

Namaari raises an eyebrow, replying hesitantly, “Tazzym, you’ve kissed thousands of girls. I can’t imagine I was memorable. Don’t joke with me like that. Besides, I do half remember it. It was my first real kiss, actually. I just thought it didn’t mean anything to you.”

I gently hold the back of her head, leaning in closer to her lips, and murmur against them, “I can assure you that all those girls mean nothing compared to you. I could kiss you every day, every minute. I want to kiss you now… Maybe we should redo that first kiss.”

Namaari murmurs against my lips, “Tazzym, I…”

But then I kiss her. She freezes for a moment, but then she kisses me back. I can feel the warmth of her breath as our mouths move together in a slow, unhurried rhythm. My hand caresses the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair, as I savor the sweetness of her lips.

Gradually, the kiss deepens. I press closer, and she responds, her arms wrapping around my neck. The softness gives way to a more urgent, passionate rhythm. Our breaths become quicker and every touch, every movement feels electric, igniting a fire between us.

I can feel her heart racing against my chest, matching the wild beating of my own. The kiss grows more intense, filled with years of longing and unspoken words. I pour everything into it, wanting her to feel just how much she means to me. Our tongues meet, exploring, tasting, as the passion between us reaches a fever pitch.

My hand moves from the back of her head, sliding down to the hem of her sleeping dress. Slowly, I lift it, letting my fingers glide underneath, feeling the warmth of her skin. Namaari pulls back from the kiss, breathless, her eyes wide and innocent as she looks up at me.

"Hey, beautiful," I murmur, my voice soft and reassuring. "It's okay."

Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her breath mingling with mine. I can see the uncertainty in her eyes, mingled with desire and trust. I keep my hand steady, not moving any further, just holding her close and waiting for her to be ready.

"We don't have to rush anything," I whisper, my thumb gently stroking her side. "I just want you to feel safe and loved. We can take things at your pace."

She nods, her eyes searching mine, and I can see her beginning to relax. The corners of her mouth lift in a small, shy smile. I lean in, brushing my lips against hers again, soft at first, then rougher and hungrier. A moan escapes her as I tug her bottom lip with my teeth.

My nails draw up the sides of her flat stomach to her ribs and finally I rest my hand atop her left breast. I touch her n****e and feel it respond immediately to my touch.

I break our kiss and gently ask her, 'Do you like this, baby?'

She murmurs a little shyly, "Yes."

I smirk as I help her slowly take off her sleeping dress, Namaari's cheeks turn slightly red. My eyes darken as I look at her body, taking it in deeply, “You’re so f*****g hot!”

I pull her in for a deep kiss before I go down, worshipping her t**s with my tongue. I play with her n*****s, gently at first, then licking and sucking each one hungrily.

I feel the bulge in my pants grow, pressing hard against my leg. But this is not about me, I want to pleasure my beautiful mate. I want to make her soaking wet and screaming.

I brush the inside of her thigh with one of my hands, moving higher until I caress the thin layer of her panties, feeling how wet she already is. She starts to rock against me. “Please,” she pants, making me growl. I’m so horny right now, I have to stop myself from f*****g her hard.

I slip my hand under the elastic of her panties, and slowly run my fingers up and down the outside of her pussylips. Then let my fingers rotate in circles on her c**t, until she shivers and moans for more.

I pull slightly at the band of her panties. “Can I take these off?” I ask softly. Namaari nods and I slip down her underwear completely, giving me full access to her p***y. The sight is divine and mouthwatering.

I rub between her legs with the flat of my hand, cupping her mound lightly. In the meantime I alternately grip her breasts firmly with my other hand and occasionally twist her n*****s.

I feel her p***y throbbing with excitement and I slowly sink a finger into her soaking p***y.

“Aaaah, Tazzym yesss!!” Namaari screams.

“That’s it, good girl, scream my name,” I say, staring intensely into her eyes. I can tell by the way she stares back that she is so horny and craving more.

With my thumb, I stroke her dripping c**t, while my finger plunges in and out of her p***y, sinking further and further. In a sudden movement I hit her G-spot, causing Namaari to let out a loud moan. I kiss her on the mouth and with a smirk I murmur against her lips, "Looks like I found your sweet spot, baby.”

I push the same spot again and again with my finger and Namaari tilts her head back, giving me the perfect opportunity to kiss her on the neck. I suck on it, making marks to indicate that she is mine.

Then I lick her neck up to her ear and whisper 'you're so sexy, Namaari.' I suck on her earlobe and then lick her neck back down to playfully bite her shoulder. Namaari is moaning so loudly and shaking with pleasure.

"Tazzym, I think...I think I'm going to come."

I growl, “Yes baby, come for me!”