Bloodbound to the Witch Heir: Claimed By Four

(Mature Content Ahead)

Celeste’s POV

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"Mmph... Silas." The words choked out, raw and strained as I struggled to breathe. My fingers twisted curls on his hair, pushing his face deeper.

He didn’t hold back, eating me out like my cunt had the elixir of life. When his tongue found my clit, arousal hit me in waves. I arched, biting my bottom lip to stop myself from screaming.

"The room is soundproof for a reason, love," he chuckled knowingly, raising his head to look into my eyes. His hands gripped my thighs tighter, gaze almost daring. "Do you want this?"

I nodded without a second of hesitation, exhaling through my mouth. "Y–Yes... Yes, Silas—"

"Then soak these walls with your screams." He kissed my thigh, just inches away from my entrance. "There’s no space for shame. Not with me. Not ever."

When his tongue flicked into me again, I didn’t hold back. Whimpers, cries, throat-aching screams. I got lost in ecstasy and didn’t want to come back for a breath.

Silas soon changed his movement, bobbing his head back and forth. He hit harder and deeper, stimulating just the right spot that made me squirm.

Gods—this can’t be. I could already feel a buildup.

"Fuck, you taste divine," Silas growled, his warm breath making me shiver. "Come for me, love. Let me taste every last drop of you."

I tried not to. I wanted the feeling to last longer. But gods, it was inevitable.

"Argh!" I yelped, fingers digging into his scalp. My other hand found his shoulder, tracing his back and pulling him closer. "I’m... I’m..." Before I could finish that sentence, I came undone, my body jolting like I was being zapped by lightning.

Sweat blurred my vision. My thighs clenched, moving against his face.

"Now," he pulled out by a few inches, licking my entrance, "that’s more like it."

Every nerve ending seemed to go numb at that moment. I could barely hear him through the haze, swallowing hard and trying to concentrate.

But concentrate on what exactly?

"On your back," Silas commanded, already raising himself off the ground. Before I could think, he pushed me gently, making me lie back on the desk.

He placed my legs over his shoulder, eyes roaming my body like an art piece. "So fucking beautiful." His right hand tugged at his belt, taking it off swiftly.

Then he pulled down the trousers and Calvin Klein underwear, slinging out a veiny length. Slightly curved to the left. Pink. Dripping with pre cum. And throbbing hard.

Good gods... 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Swallowing, I watched as he adjusted my body, pulling me closer to his dick. He positioned it right in front of my entrance, licking his fingers once. Slowly, he lowered his index and middle fingers, pushing them inside me at a pace that made me gasp.

"Argh—" I gripped the edges of the table, barely able to focus on his hazel eyes. "I’m... I’m still—"

"I can pull away if you want," he grinned, knowing damn well I didn’t want that.

I shook my head without a second thought. "P–Please, don’t. I... I feel—"

"Then shhh," he placed a finger on my lips, bending over. He planted a kiss on my forehead then on my mouth, his breath heavy. "Just trust me, love."

Trust.

Tightening my jaw, I watched him lower his pants and underwear to his knees. Then he brought the tip of his dick to my entrance, adding just enough pressure to make me wince.

My eyes travelled to his chiselled upper body. From the mysterious tattoo on his left chest. To the bandaged wound on his stomach.

Everything about him still looked and felt beautiful.

I was about to reach forward when he finally moved in with a single, unexpected thrust. I stiffened, eyes widening. His thumbs rubbed my legs tenderly, chest rising and falling slowly.

His eyes locked on mine, signalling me to follow his lead.

Breathe.

Tightening my legs over his shoulders, I followed his lead. When he pulled out, I shook.

Then with a faster, harder thrust, he dove in again—hitting that spot that made me scream last time.

"AHH!" I shouted, brushing back strands of my hair over my face. "H–Harder... Deeper... Fuck—"

When his length went so deep that his balls slapped against my entrance, pleasure pooled in my core. He went on with that pace, moving out excruciatingly slow before ramming in like a freight train.

"Lovely," he kissed my right left, tongue tracing lines up to my feet on his shoulder. "You look so gorgeous like this. Bare. Vulnerable. I love it."

The moment he pulled out again after those words, all hell broke loose. He slammed even harder and faster. Each moan, gasp or scream I made came out broken and unfinished.

Sweat, heat and sex swelled thick in the air between us. I could feel it. Another climax was building up.

Silas’ grunts and the way he shivered told me he was getting there as well.

My breath broke apart, coming in shallow, uneven pulls as the pressure coiled tighter and tighter inside me. Every nerve felt exposed and alive. I managed to clutch Silas’s shoulders as though anchoring myself to something solid while the world tipped dangerously off its axis.

"Let go," he noticed instantly, fingers rubbing across my legs. "I’ve got you."

That was all it took.

As I came yet again, he pulled out, releasing his warm seed on my stomach. He bit my right leg softly, moaning into it and spasming until every sound melted into the room like a chorus.

Silence.

Neither of us made a sound, other than heavy breaths and firm beats of our hearts. Almost in tandem.

Every joint on my limbs felt boneless. Heavy.

"I don’t regret doing that," he suddenly whispered, right hand resting on my chest. "I don’t regret you, Celeste. And I doubt I ever will."

It was as if he knew those were the exact words I needed. After days of going in circles, almost strangling myself in the threads of the bonds.

But as he kept on kissing me, touching me, grounding me, my mind wandered to someone.

Azrael—

—There was something about that man. Something he knew that he tried so hard to keep away. To hide. But I could see through the cracks.

He might be trying to avoid me but everyone knew. The bond was inevitable.