Witch in wolf's clothing - Namaari

Chapter 65: Stop Teasing

Silence falls between us again, and I can feel my heart pounding, her words making something shift inside me. After a moment, Namaari breaks the silence, her gaze unwavering. “Let me make it up to you,” she says, her tone almost pleading.

I huff, raising an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest, though a smirk pulls at my lips. “Oh yeah? How exactly are you planning to do that? By finally not calling me Alpha anymore?” I challenge.

Her eyes glimmer with a hint of mischief, her voice lowering to something far more seductive. “I can call you whatever you like if that’s what you want… but I think I know an even better way.” Slowly, she reaches for the hem of her dress, pulling it up and over her head, her movements tantalizingly unhurried.

I swallow hard, my mouth falling slightly open as I take her in, my eyes glued to every detail of her now-exposed skin. The lace dress drops to the floor, and she stands there, wearing only a black string, her eyes never leaving mine.

Kaino’s voice intrudes into my thoughts, filled with satisfaction. “Looks like you’ve got your answer. She clearly doesn’t regret what happened earlier. In fact… I’d say she wants more.”

“Shut up,” I retort, but my heart is racing as I watch Namaari. She lowers herself to her knees, her eyes still locked on mine as she crawls towards me, stopping at my knees.

Her presence so close makes my breath hitch, my pulse thundering in my ears. This is Namaari, my mate, in every sense of the word, and the way she looks at me now—raw, intense, and with that unwavering fire—has my resolve crumbling.

“Are you sure you shouldn’t... rest?” I manage to ask, my voice barely a whisper, the words stumbling out as I try to hold on to some semblance of control.

Namaari’s eyes lock onto mine, her expression filled with purpose as she slowly shakes her head, her lips curling into a seductive smile. She pushes my knees apart, her hands gentle but insistent. My towel falls open, and she positions herself perfectly between my legs, her gaze still unwavering.

I swallow hard, my throat dry, and my voice comes out in a husky growl, the warning barely hanging on. “You’re playing with fire, baby girl. If you don’t stop now... I won’t be able to hold back.”

Namaari leans forward, her hands sliding up my thighs to my c**k, her touch sending shockwaves through me. She meets my eyes again, her voice barely a murmur but carrying all the intent I need. “Then don’t.”

The sight of her like this—gazing up at me with that mixture of confidence and vulnerability—sends a wave of heat through me that has my hands gripping the bedsheets.

“Namaari…” I groan, my voice thick with both desire and warning.

She doesn’t reply, her fingers wrapping around me with deliberate care, her touch firm yet teasing as she strokes me from base to tip. And just like that, the last of my restraint shatters. My head falls back, a low growl rumbling in my chest as her pace increases slightly, just enough to drive me mad without giving me what I need.

Her tongue flicks out, tracing the length of my c**k with a feather-light touch that makes my breath hitch. My hands twitch, desperate to bury themselves in her hair, to guide her, but I let her take her time—for now.

“Stop teasing,” I growl, my voice rough.

Her lips curl into a sly smile before she finally takes me into her mouth, the warmth of her enveloping me inch by agonizing inch. My hips jerk involuntarily, and I bite back a curse, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me tighter as she begins to move.

She sets a slow, torturous rhythm, her tongue swirling around the head before sliding back down, her cheeks hollowing as she takes me deeper. The combination of her soft moans and the wet sounds of her lips around my c**k sends me spiraling, every nerve in my body alight with pleasure.

“Namaari,” I growl again, this time letting my hand tangle in her hair, guiding her movements as my restraint begins to crack. She hums softly in response, the vibrations sending a jolt straight through me, and I tighten my grip, urging her to go faster.

Her hands brace themselves on my thighs, her nails digging into my skin as she takes me deeper, her eyes locking onto mine. The sight of her like this—so eager, so perfect—pushes me to the edge, and I feel my control slipping entirely.

But then, she tries to take me even further, Namaari’s lips sliding down until she gags softly, the sound both thrilling and overwhelming. Her throat tightens around me as she attempts to push her limits, her determination evident even as she struggles.

“You’re too good at this,” I murmur, my voice breaking as a wave of heat floods through me, the sensation almost too much to bear. My hips buck slightly, an involuntary response to the sheer intensity of her mouth.

She chokes again, her nails digging deeper into my thighs as she adjusts, her breathing uneven. The sound of her gasping, the sight of her so utterly consumed with pleasing me—it’s enough to make me dizzy. For a moment, I’m on the brink of losing myself completely, my release hovering just out of reach.

But I catch myself, clenching my fists as I reign in the spiraling pleasure. No. Not like this. I’m not ready to give her that power. She doesn’t get to control how this ends.

A growl escapes me, low and guttural, as I tighten my grip on her hair. “You think you can finish me off like this?” I rasp, my voice filled with a dark edge. “Not a chance, baby girl. I’m not even close to being done with you.”

I pull her back, my grip firm but not rough, forcing her to release me and to meet my gaze. She gasps for air, her lips red and swollen, her cheeks flushed, and her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to steady herself, which only makes her look more irresistible.

But as soon as Namaari catches her breath, a wicked glint flashes in her eyes. “You think you’re in control?” she murmurs, her voice playful yet defiant, filled with that challenging tone I’ve come to recognize.

Before I can respond, she shifts slightly, Namaari’s body sliding against mine as she positions herself on my lap, her knees straddling me. The warmth of her skin against mine sends a jolt of desire through me, but I’m still holding on to the edge of my control.

She leans in, pressing her lips to my ear, her voice low and sultry. “It is me who’s not done with you yet,” she whispers, her breath hot against my skin. She shifts again, her hips grinding against mine, slow and deliberate, the friction almost unbearable.

Her hands slide up my chest, tracing the lines of my muscles with reverence, as though she’s studying every inch of me. Her movements are calculated, teasing, like she’s toying with me, daring me to lose control. She doesn’t let up, her body moving with purpose, her lips ghosting over my skin, never quite landing where I want them most.

My hands slide down to her waist, gripping her tightly as I feel her hips roll against me. A low growl escapes my throat, the sensation of her movement sparking something primal inside me. “Namaari…” I whisper, my voice rough with restraint, but she only leans in closer, her breath warm against my ear.

“Don’t hold back,” she murmurs, her voice a mixture of plea and command. Her lips brush against my jaw, trailing soft, deliberate kisses down to my neck. The sensation is intoxicating, each kiss pulling me deeper under her spell. Her movements grow bolder, and the thin barrier of her lingerie does little to dull the heat between us. I can feel every curve of her pressed against me, and it’s driving me wild.

The restraint I’ve been clinging to shatters. A growl rumbles low in my chest as my hands move with purpose, gripping the thin string at her hips and tearing it away in one swift motion. The sound of the fabric giving way sends a thrill through both of us, her sharp intake of breath spurring me on.

She tries to take control, rolling her hips against me, but I catch her wrists and pin them firmly behind her back with one hand. “You think you’re in charge now?” I growl, my voice dripping with dominance as I tilt my head to meet her challenging gaze.

“I thought I could be,” she replies breathlessly, her cheeks flushed. There’s a spark of defiance in her eyes, but it only makes me want to push her further.

“Not tonight,” I snap, tightening my grip on her wrists as I press her closer to me, my free hand sliding to her waist to hold her still. “You lied to me, Namaari. And now you think you can distract me from that? Oh no, Princess, I'm going to punish you for keeping secrets from me so you’ll never do it again.”

Her breathing hitches, her body trembling slightly as she looks at me. “What kind of punishment?” she asks, her voice trembling with anticipation rather than fear.

I smirk, my lips brushing against Namaari’s ear as I whisper, “You won’t get to come until I say so.” My teeth graze her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine. “I’ll make you beg.”

I ram my c**k deep inside of her, making her gasp and groan as my girth stretches and fills her needy p***y. I release her wrists, but the warning in my gaze is clear. She shifts again, testing the boundaries, but my hand shoots out to grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Be good for me, or I’ll stop completely. Understood?”

She nods quickly, her breath catching. “Yes… Kaynim.”

“Good girl,” I murmur, my voice softer but no less commanding. My hands slide down her sides, gripping her hips again as I guide her to move against me. She tries to pick up the pace, but I tighten my grip, forcing her to keep a slow, deliberate rhythm.

“Patience,” I warn, my tone firm.

Her whimpers grow louder, her body trembling with need as I keep her on the edge, her movements restricted by my control. “Kaynim, please,” she begs, her voice breaking as she clings to my shoulders.

“Not yet,” I growl, watching her with a dark satisfaction as she struggles against the pleasure building inside her. “You’ll come when I decide you’re ready. Not a moment sooner.”

Her nails dig into my shoulders, her head falling back as a whimper escapes her lips. “Kaynim, please,” she begs, her voice breaking, desperation dripping from every word. “I-I can’t… I can’t take it anymore…”

“You’ll take exactly what I give you,” I snap, my grip tightening on her hips, forcing her to keep moving at the rhythm I command. Her entire body trembles against me, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as I push her higher, teasing her with release but refusing to let her fall over the edge.

Her cries grow louder, her voice trembling as her hands clutch at my back. “Please, Kaynim,” she pleads again, her words barely coherent now. “I can’t hold on—I can’t…”

“You will,” I growl, my tone sharp and unyielding. Her body shudders beneath me as she tries to fight against the overwhelming sensation. But I can see it in her eyes—she’s at her limit, teetering on the brink, unable to stop what’s coming. The sight of her like this, completely undone and fighting so hard to obey me, sends a thrill through me that I can’t ignore; it’s intoxicatingly hot, and it only makes me want to push her further.

I start to thrust into her even harder, driving her to the edge with a relentless rhythm that leaves no room for mercy.

“Kaynim, I’m sorry—I can’t—!” Her voice breaks, and before she can finish, her body seizes against me, a loud cry escaping her lips as she succumbs to the waves of pleasure. I feel her soaking wet p***y clenching down on my c**k, as her release crashes through her like a storm. Namaari’s entire frame is trembling as she clings to me, unable to control the aftershocks coursing through her.