33. Onora
Chapter 33
Onora
O nora sprinted through the forest, her feet sure, nimble over brambles and bushes. Dryston wasn’t far behind her, but for now, she was keeping pace far ahead of him. The breeze hit her cheeks, and she savored it, loving the feeling of being free, of running with abandon.
She didn’t know where this was coming from. Maybe from his possessiveness earlier, to him acting like she wasn’t a threat at all. Maybe she wanted to show him that she could best him and shouldn’t be underestimated. Maybe because, once again, she felt wildly out of control with him, and she needed some sort of a win.
She curved around trees, ducking under branches, leaping over fallen logs. She gained more ground, leaving him farther behind until she couldn’t hear him, and she grinned.
Typical.
She would never let him hear the end of her win. She’d hold it over his head and?—
Something came from above her, hitting her mid-stride and tackling her to the ground, pinning her there. She struggled and yelped, only to realize it was Dryston over her. His eyes were dark, the moonlight hitting his hair in hues of blue, highlighting his horns. He was angry, or determined or ... she didn’t know, but it was a dangerous look. It should frighten her. It should make her scream.
Instead, heat coiled in her lower belly.
“Drys—”
He silenced her with a kiss. Fierce, coarse, and demanding. His lips bruised hers as they moved roughly, biting, nipping, claiming, as a growl escaped him. She whimpered and his lips trailed a line to her neck where he groaned, kissing her softly now, his nose pressed to her skin, inhaling.
Then he pulled back, looking at her, shame washing over his features.
“Fuck ... I’m sorry ... I shouldn’t—” His words were cut off with a hiss as she maneuvered her pinned hand to hook over the top of his trousers, tracing a line there. She shifted her hips as much as she could, rocking them, rubbing against him. His cock twitched, and she drew in a sharp breath.
His eyes became heavy lidded with lust, his throat bobbing. His hands gripped her tightly, and he pressed down on her, grinding, his lips trailing up her neck again.
“Onora,” he gritted out.
She rocked against his erection again. “Yes?”
“This isn’t ...” He swallowed hard, falling on her neck, taking in a long, languorous inhale of her scent. “Fuck, you smell amazing.”
Her head tingled, and she could barely think for the scent of him so close, the weight of his body on hers.
She tilted her head, opening her neck in an invitation for him to kiss her there. His lips came close enough she could feel the featherlight brush against her skin before he tugged back a fraction, his breath hitting her in heavy pants.
“Tell me to stop,” he commanded. “Tell me to get off you and I will.”
She said nothing, she only ground against him again, making him groan, his teeth clamping down on her neck as his hips met hers, matching the motion, his hard length pressing against her core.
He licked up the column of her neck, taking her earlobe between his teeth and grazing it.
“Tell me to stop, Onora,” he pleaded, voice gravelly. “If you don’t want this, tell me to stop.”
She turned her head, meeting his gaze, seeing a wild desire there. Her whole body lit up, and she whimpered. A low growl sounded in his chest and in a moment his lips were on hers again, devouring, biting, pulling.
He sat up, straddling her, then quickly and with fumbling fingers he unbuttoned her jacket, then ripped the blouse off her. Her corset was a maze of laces and she began undoing them, only for him to grab a dagger, gently pushing her hands away as he cut them in one swift movement, removing her top. She reached for his shirt, and he hastily flung it off, revealing his muscled chest.
He ripped her pants off with a speed she could barely comprehend.
Then he stood, unbuttoning his trousers, and she could already see the imprint of his cock , hard and long and twitching. She throbbed at the sight, and she thought she might resort to begging if he didn’t hurry. Then he slipped his pants off and his proud length springing out, hard, and thick and long. She knew he was large. She’d felt it enough times on their travels. But seeing it erect and swollen, at her eye level, she was shocked by it.
He pressed her back to the ground, his hand reaching for her core. He grunted in satisfaction when he touched her, lighting a spark from her head to her toes.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he whispered in her ear. “Good girl.”
She placed a hand on his, stilling his deliberate strokes. “Normally, I’d like the foreplay, but I want you inside of me. Now .”
Or she’d go insane.
She might even die.
This wanting was too much, too intense. She could barely think, barely breathe, for the wanton need coursing through her.
He smiled, lining himself up over her, and she felt him at her entrance, nudging. But he didn’t thrust in. He encased her face with his hands, running a thumb along her cheek.
“You really want this?”
“ Yes, ” she ground out, every one of his touches scraping across her with intense pleasure.
“Say please.”
She frowned, pursing her lips.
He nudged her entrance again, and she swallowed a groan.
“Say please, Onora. I need to hear it.” His voice was a command, an order.
“You’re cruel,” she spat, unable to just obey so easily, even in the face of her raging desire, even as his persistence sent a thrill through her.
He grinned, kissing her fiercely, and she met the strokes of his tongue with the same fervor.
“Say it,” he demanded, his voice going low.
She fixed him with a look of challenge, grinding her hips against him. His eyes flashed as he grunted, and a wave of heat washed over her. He gripped his hard cock, running it along the length of her, pressing the swollen head first against her apex, then carefully inside of her. She gasped, and he pulled out, pressing the tip in again, the thickness of it already stretching her.
“Say please, Onora,” he growled.
“Please, Drys,” she finally whimpered.
He thrust in, unable to go all the way, and both groaned from the sheer bliss of it. He came out, then thrust in again, a few more times until she was able to take him fully. A moan escaped his lips with each one. He gave her two hard strokes, slow and deliberate. Then he stopped, his breathing desperate and hard.
She couldn’t take it, the pause, the edging. It was too much. She needed more, more of him. She rolled her hips against him, and he sucked in a sharp breath.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck ,” he muttered, each word hitting with each breath against her neck as she rolled against him. His hand pinned her hips down. “Onora stop, stop .”
“I want this,” she gasped out, needy for more friction, for anything to satiate the ache between her legs. “I want this Dryston—we don’t have to stop. I trust you—I feel safe with you.”
He swallowed, his labored breaths hot against her skin as he sank his teeth into her neck, making her thoughts scatter and her body come to the edge of that sweet oblivion. It had only been seconds since he’d been inside of her and she was already this far gone?
“Onora, one more bit of friction and I’ll ... I’ll finish.” He gritted the words out, clearly embarrassed.
She cupped his face and forced it up to hers. He looked like a man starving. Tormented. Anguished.
She rocked her hips once, then twice. He fell on top of her with a groan so deep it rumbled his chest, his wings shuddering as he twitched inside her.
She hadn’t finished, but knowing that he’d only been able to last inside of her for thirty seconds made her feel smug as the darkest pit. He looked at her, that clarity washing over him, and she smirked. His nostrils flared.
“Do you come so quickly with all your lovers, Lord Dryston? Haven’t you been bragging this entire time about how you’d make me scream? Did you mean from frustration?”
“Godsdamnit, Onora,” he growled, then thrust his hips again, his cock still twitching, his hand gripping her hair. She tried to hold it back, not wanting to give him an even ounce more of satisfaction, but a muted whimper still escaped her.
He grew harder inside of her as he thrust into her, filling her with a blissful agony.
Dryston ran a thumb along her bottom lip. “That won’t happen again. And I will make you scream, Onora. I’m going to fuck you absolutely senseless.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she gasped.
“What was that, darling?” he drawled, leaning over her, not losing his rhythm. “I couldn’t hear you over your loud, desperate breathing.”
“Fuck you,” she whimpered.
“Only because you asked so nicely earlier.”
He leaned up, on his knees and thrust hard into her, slow, deliberate, making her feel every inch of him, and she arched off the ground. He looked so smug now, and she glared at him but it was short-lived, because she gasped in ecstasy as his thumb moved to the apex of her thighs, slowly making circles as he drove into her.
She lost all sense but the ones that felt his every ravaging but careful touch. He was above her, his wings out, his chest heaving and covered in sweat, and she wasn’t certain she’d ever recover from the sight—the feel of it all. Shadows burst from both of them, dancing and twining, caressing one another and adding to the intensity and pleasure.
This coupling was so unlike any other she’d had. Something in her seemed to snap into place—a piece of a puzzle she’d never known had been missing and she wanted him closer, nearer. She reached up, clasping his neck and pulling him over her. Their lips met in a slow dance, ardent but controlled. Their breaths mingling, their sweat mingling, her very self mingling into his. She could hardly grasp where she ended, and he began. They were two bodies moving as one, climbing, running, reaching that climax together.
And when she came, he followed her over that edge only a second after, both of their cries echoing in the forest.
He toppled on top of her, heaving as he peppered her in kisses, his cock twitching inside her for long after, moans and soft whimpers escaping both in the long-lasting aftermath.
He wrapped his arms around her and flipped over, taking her with him as he held her tightly. She gave him a long, languid kiss, then fell against his chest—sleep finding her quickly.