The Witch On The Mountain

Chapter 38

The Morning of day eleven led me and many others to go to the clearing where Nathan had been serving his sentence. His father removing the thick collar around his neck, heavy chains clunking as they hit the ground.

"I hope your time here has thought you obedience." His fathers voice rings out into the clearing for all the surrounding wolves to hear. Nathan doesn't meet his father's eyes.

"Yes father." He doesn't acknowledge Nathan instead talking for the sake of the crowd.

"Hopefully you'll teach your mate what being apart of the pack means. She can't live as a witch in a pack of wolves." He gives me a slow glance with his words.

I fight the urge to glare at him. Nathan nods but doesn't say anything, I feel his growing anger through our bond.

"Yet another failure from my son as successor and mate. I can only hope to the moon that he improves." His father turned away to the pack as he berated Nathan. I glare at his back as he leaves.

Nathan finally rises from his place on the floor my arms closing around him as he stands. I didn't mind that he was caked in dust and grime, I missed him.

Alexander hands him a shirt and pants as I pull away. "Free at last" he says patting him on the back. Juana gives a wave from under a nearby tree.

He nods taking the clothes but not putting them on. He turns to me taking my hand in him. Looking at our joined hands for a moment I meet Nathaniel's eyes his silent message clear.

Wordlessly he takes me home.

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The moment he entered the house I ushered him into the bathroom, I cringed at the light brown color of the bath water.

"You're filthy." I said was the water went down the drain. I shampooed his hair for the second time hoping it would be enough to get him clean.

He reached up caressing my exposed belly. I don't swat his hand away massaging his dark locks.

"Make me clean baby." He mumbles frisking my chest. I stop the tap, the tub half way full. I massage the soap into his skin the water much cleaner than before.

Suddenly he reaches out pulling me into the small tub with him. I yell in surprise feeling my bra and panties being soaked. His warm hands hold me against him his lips latching onto my me.

"I like this, red is definitely your color." He fingers the wet lace fabric. I grind into his hardness suppressing a moan.

He shifts my panties to the side welcoming himself into me. I gasp my back turned to him as he started his slow deep rhythm. His teeth graze my skin leaving behind a pleasant sting.

"I missed you so much Azula." His voice hums into my ear his fingers rolling my wet nipples. The suds in the tub had faded leaving a clear view of our bodies.

"The house was so lonely without you." I admitted meeting his thrusts.

"I'll make sure I'm here every night, I promise I'd make sure you never felt alone again." He pulls me done onto him, forcing himself as deep inside me as he could.

I cried out clutching onto him, "I won't fail you anymore, I promise I won't." He's speeding up trying to fill me with his emotions.

I can't find words as I try to catch my breath, he doesn't let up leaving me gasping. I faintly register the sound of water hitting the floor surrounding the bath.

I want to join our lips, our position making it impossible. Arching my back he bit my mark pain mixing with pleasure as we finish together.

I awkwardly turn to face him in the bath, his skin flushed despite the heat having faded from the water. I reached up joining our lips in a deep kiss.