Little witch

Easing into submission

Adeline's POV

Adeline sat on Titus's lap, her legs curled to the side as she rested against his firm chest. His arm was draped around her waist, holding her securely while his other hand scribbled across a stack of papers. The rhythmic sound of pen on paper filled the room, but all she could focus on was the steady rise and fall of his chest and the subtle heat that radiated from his body.

It had been two days since she started wearing his clothes—only his clothes. The oversized shirts, his scent clinging to the fabric, had become a comfort in a way she hadn't expected. She wasn't sure why, but she felt safer this way, like she was wrapped in him, protected.

And then there was the feeding. At first, it felt strange, even a little embarrassing, to have him feed her every meal. But Titus's unwavering pride and the way his eyes softened every time she let him do it—it had shifted something inside her. Now, she found herself eager to please him, willing to surrender to the quiet possessiveness that seemed to come naturally to him.

Yet, sitting there, watching him work in silence, she couldn't help but feel restless. Boredom settled in, her fingers absentmindedly tracing small circles on his chest. She glanced up at him, wondering what he was thinking about. He looked so focused, the slight furrow of his brow making him seem even more intense.

She had questions. So many questions. And there was one in particular that had been on her mind for days now, lingering at the edge of her thoughts, just waiting for the right moment to surface. She shifted slightly in his lap, feeling the warmth of his body seeping into her own. Her heartbeat picked up speed as she considered her next words.

"Titus?" she asked softly, her voice breaking the silence of the room.

He grunted in response, his eyes still focused on the papers in front of him, but his grip around her waist tightened slightly, acknowledging her presence.

Adeline hesitated, chewing on her bottom lip. She had never been good at talking about her feelings—especially something as intimate as this. But if she was going to stay with him, if she was really going to give in to this bond, she needed to understand what it all meant.

"What... what happens when we complete the bond?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Titus's hand froze mid-writing, the pen hovering over the paper. Slowly, he placed it down, his focus shifting entirely to her. His dark eyes locked onto hers, searching her face as if he was trying to gauge her thoughts, her emotions.

"Why do you ask?" His voice was deep, rougher than usual, as if the question had stirred something inside him.

Adeline felt her cheeks heat up under his gaze. She fidgeted slightly in his lap, her fingers continuing to trace over his chest. "I just... I want to understand it better," she said, her eyes dropping to where her fingers brushed against the fabric of his shirt. "You've told me about the bond, about how your wolf needs me. But I don't really know what it means for us... what it means for me."

Titus's jaw tightened, his gaze growing more intense. His hand that was resting on her waist slid up her back, his fingers brushing against the nape of her neck. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she instinctively leaned into him, her body seeking out his warmth.

"Completing the bond," Titus began, his voice low and controlled, "is more than just a physical connection. It's... everything. It ties us together—forever. You'll feel me, I'll feel you. There will be no hiding from each other's emotions, thoughts, no distance between us."

His eyes darkened, his wolf clearly close to the surface as he spoke. "Blaze will be satisfied. He'll stop pushing so hard for control because he'll know you're ours completely."

Adeline swallowed hard, her pulse quickening at the way he said ours. There was a possessiveness in his tone, but there was also something else—something deeper. A need that went beyond words.

"And... physically?" she asked, her voice softer now, almost hesitant.

Titus's grip on her tightened slightly, as if just talking about it was affecting him. "Physically, it means we'll be bonded in every sense. Once we complete the bond, you'll feel a connection to me, to the pack, in a way you haven't before. You'll be stronger. I'll be stronger. And Blaze... he'll mark you."

"Mark me?" Adeline's heart raced, her mind spinning with the possibilities.

Titus nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "It's a claim. A symbol to everyone that you're mine and I'm yours. No one will challenge us. No one will threaten you. It's... permanent."

Adeline's breath hitched at the intensity in his voice. She felt the weight of his words, the finality of what he was talking about. This wasn't just about love or a relationship. It was about survival, dominance, and a connection that would bind them together in ways she could barely comprehend.

"And if I'm not ready?" she asked, her voice small, afraid of the answer.

Titus's eyes softened, his hand sliding from her neck to cradle her cheek. "I'll wait," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle for someone who radiated such raw power. "Blaze and I will wait as long as you need. But..." His gaze darkened again, more serious now. "Just know that the longer we wait, the harder it gets. Especially for Blaze. He's already... struggling."

Adeline looked away, her mind racing with everything he had just said. She felt torn between the growing desire inside her, the need to give in to the bond, and the lingering fear that had kept her guarded for so long.

But as she sat there, cradled in Titus's lap, surrounded by his strength and warmth, something inside her shifted. She felt safe here—with him. Maybe it was time to stop running.

"Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Titus raised an eyebrow, his grip on her tightening again. "Okay?" he repeated, his voice cautious.

Adeline nodded, her gaze lifting to meet his once more. "I... I want to try. I want to understand the bond—our bond."

Titus's expression softened, a mixture of relief and pride flashing in his eyes. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, and she closed her eyes, letting herself melt into his touch.

"We'll take it slow," he promised, his lips brushing against her skin. "I'll wait for you, Adeline. As long as it takes."