Witch in wolf's clothing - Namaari

Chapter 39: Hot Water

Namaari’s POV

I storm down the hallway to my room, fuming. In my head, I vent to Noali. "Can you believe that? And I thought we were finally starting to get along. I was so wrong. How dare he talk about my mother like that?"

Noali responds sadly, "I have to admit, even though he's sexy as hell, he's my least favorite mate right now."

"Glad we can finally agree on something," I reply bitterly. "I’m going to see Zephyr later. He's probably still asleep in the attic room. He always knows how to cheer me up."

I fling my bedroom door open and march loudly toward my bathroom. Suddenly, I hear Tazzym's voice. "What's going on, beautiful?"

I stop and stare at Tazzym, who’s lounging under my blankets in my bed. "What are you doing here, Tazzym?"

Tazzym grins and says, "I missed you and wanted to sleep with you. I thought you'd be back from Kaynim's room quickly, but clearly not... Did you two have fun?" He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

"Fun?!" I shout. "I hate him. Your brother dared to speak ill of my mother, even after I tried so hard to accept his cold attitude and let him in."

Tazzym looks startled. "Uh, you know Kaynim. He probably didn't mean it that way."

"But he said it," I snap. "I'm going to take a shower."

I storm into the bathroom, slam the door, and strip off my clothes. I turn on the shower and step under the hot water, letting it wash away my anger and frustration. Suddenly, I hear the bathroom door open. I don’t turn around, but I can tell it’s Tazzym. The rustle of fabric tells me he’s shedding his clothes.

A moment later, he steps into the shower with me, his presence warm and comforting. He places his hands on my shoulders, massaging them gently. His touch is firm yet tender, and I feel some of the tension start to melt away. He leans in, kissing my shoulder, then my neck.

"I know Kaynim sometimes says shitty things, but he cares about you," he whispers.

I sigh, murmuring, "I don't want to talk about your brother right now, please."

"Okay," Tazzym replies softly. “Let me help you relax, baby.”

He begins to wash me, his hands gliding over my skin with soothing strokes. His touch is gentle and careful, and I close my eyes, allowing myself to be lost in the sensation. Finally, his hands slowly slide over my breasts, his thumbs start to circle my n*****s, making me moan slightly. I lean back into Tazzym while he continues to caress my tender hard n*****s.

One of his hands slides between my inner thighs were his palm presses against my mound. I know he can feel that I'm not just wet from the shower water. Tazzym gives me little bite kisses along my neck and then sensually sucks my earlobe, causing me to whimper softly. I can hear him whisper into my ear, his voice low and full of desire, "So sensitive and needy, baby. I love it. I love everything about you."

With trembling lips I say, “I love you to,” and then a gasp follows as he plunges two fingers into my p***y. He wraps his hand around my throat as he licks my neck, pushing his fingers in and out hard and deep. Tazzym moves closer, his breath warm against my ear as he says, “Now, I want you to use your hands to caress your sexy tits."

I do as he says, my fingers gliding slowly over my breasts, my touch gentle yet deliberate. Tazzym glances over my shoulder, his eyes darkening with intensity, a soft growl escaping his lips, sending a shiver down my spine. He tightens his grip on my throat and it only turns me on more. A little embarrassed by the thought, my cheeks turn slightly red. His lips brushing possessively against my ear as he breathes, "Good girl." The words alone bring me close to an orgasm.

Tazzym fingers my p***y now mercilessly as little loud shrieks and squeals leave my lips. I can feel the pressure in my trembling body as it builds and with Tazzym's commanding words, "c*m for me," a wave of exhilaration crashes over me. I scream out, a mix of pleasure and surrender, lost in the moment.

Tazzym remove his fingers, leans in and kisses me tenderly. "Feeling better?" he asks, his voice low and comforting.

I nod, a small smile playing on my lips. "Yes, much better."

He grins, pleased with himself. We step out of the shower together, and Tazzym hands me a towel. I wrap it around myself as he begins to dry off. I watch him, admiring the easy confidence in his movements.

I swallow when I see his c**k, it's the first time I've consciously looked at it and it's big. I quickly look elsewhere, a little embarrassed that I had been staring for so long, but Tazzym doesn't seem to mind—on the contrary.

"Sorry you had to sleep alone last night," I say, feeling a pang of guilt.

Tazzym laughs, a warm, rich sound. "It's not a big deal. Your scent on the bed was enough to help me sleep. Though it would have been more fun if you were there with me. We probably wouldn't have gotten much sleep, though."

I swat at him playfully, and he chuckles. He strokes my cheek, his touch soft and reassuring, then lets his towel fall to the floor. With one hand, he takes one of mine, dropping my towel, his eyes locking onto mine with a smoldering intensity.

"You can make it up to me," he says, his voice husky.

I tilt my head innocently. "How?"

He guides my hand gently to his d**k. The touch sends a shiver through me, and I blush slightly under his gaze. We stare into each other's eyes, the air between us thick with anticipation.

Then he kisses me, deeply and passionately, pouring his desire into the moment. I melt into him, while he starts to gently guide me in stroking his c**k.

He breaks the kiss, holding my throat possessively, his breath warm against my lips as he commands, "Get on your knees for me, baby." I swallow hard, but slowly sink to my knees, guided by his steady hand on my throat.

A smirk plays on Tazzym's lips as he adds, "One of the few times you actually do what I ask." I look up at him, sticking out my tongue playfully. Tazzym laughs, his eyes gleaming with mischief, and says, "I’ll teach you just what your tongue is for, in a good way."

I swallow hard and Tazzym lets go of his hand around mine, so I can continue jerking off his c**k on my own. His c**k is so big, that I put my second hand around it too. I rub his c**k up and down between my fingers and it starts to throb and swell more and more."Mmm, that feels incredible," he says in a husky voice.

I look up and can only stare into Tazzym's eyes, captivated by their intensity, while my hands are still stroking his big c**k. As his hand slides from my throat to my cheek, he gently traces his thumb over my lips. I part my mouth slightly, and Tazzym pushes his thumb just enough into my mouth, urging it open wider. The mix of anticipation and desire swells between us as I surrender to his touch.

Tazzym instructes, with eyes intense black, “Now put it in your mouth, baby.”

Slowly, I place my lips over the head of his c**k, my eyes never leaving his gaze. I open them wide to fit him into my warm mouth. Tazzym hisses and he places the hand that was on my cheek a moment ago on the back of my head, his fingers tangled in my damp hair.

He starts to move his c**k in my mouth, gentle and slow, to get me used to it. I try to take more and more of his c**k into my mouth. I can hear Tazzym moan approvingly.

I want to tease him a little, and pull back. He groans in frustration. I chuckle and start softly kissing his d**k. I lick his shaft all the way to the base and move back up, swirling my tongue around the head of his c**k.

"Oh f**k, stop teasing baby, put it back in your mouth," he demands, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and desire.

A smirk curls on my lips, thrilled that I can push him to the edge like this; it turns me on in ways I never expected. My p***y is dripping wet again.

My mouth closes hard around his c**k hard and I slowly bob my head up and down repeatedly. I love the sensation of his big hard c**k in my mouth, feeling it grow.

Suddenly Tazzym grabs my hair with his hand, gathering it together in a ponytail, guiding my movements. He is gentle at first, but his movements become a bit rougher, each thrust harder and deeper. My own moans are muffled against his c**k as it starts hitting the back of my throat.

"Ah baby, you’re doing so good," he whimpers, squirming beneath the intensity of the pleasure.

I continue to suck his c**k, my eyes starting to water. I can taste his pre-c*m, as his movements get faster, and I want him to c*m, to taste him.

"Baby, I’m almost there," he gasps, overwhelmed with pleasure.

He f***s my mouth relentlessly and I gag a little as tears slide down my cheeks. I aggressively take his c**k deep into my throat and he releases his milky c*m into my mouth.

"Swallow it all," he growls, eyes sparkling with delight.

I eagerly comply and after ensuring I swallowed it all, he pulls his d**k out my mouth.

Tazzym gently straightens me up, his thumb grazing my lip once more as he murmurs, " That was absolutely divine. You’re so irresistible, my beautiful, sexy mate." With that, he leans in and captures my lips with his, our tongues exploring each other's mouths, leaving us breathless.

Tazzym pulls back and grins at me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Let's get dressed before Kaynim storms in here, all jealous." He winks at me, making me laugh despite everything.

He wraps a towel around his waist and says, "I'll head to my room to get dressed. I've got some pack business to handle, but if you need me, just let me know, beautiful."

"Thank you," I reply, feeling warmth spread through me at his words. He leans in, gives me a gentle kiss, and then exits the bathroom.

As I move toward my closet, my thoughts whirl. If I need him... how am I supposed to do that? Send smoke signals? The triplets have never given me their numbers, and without being marked by them, I can't mind-link with them or their pack members. I shake my head in frustration, staring at my clothes as I hear my door open and then close again.