64. Chapter 64
64
Graysen
I flopped straight-backed on the bed. Rivulets of sweat ran down my heaving chest, and my muscles quivered. Gods… I’d never fucked for so long. We were rutting animals. There was no other way to describe it.
“More,” Nelle purred.
“So greedy.” I gulped great mouthfuls of air into my lungs as I pushed away the damp hair stuck to my brow with a forearm.
“I am. I am greedy.” She crawled up my legs, kissing, nipping, and licking my inner thighs. The feel of her soft, pouty lips on my skin pulled a guttural groan from my throat. “I want more. Now,” she demanded.
She was starting to scare me. Those black eyes hadn’t gone away and she was insatiable. The scent of her arousal flooded the room. The heady fragrance was intense. Consuming. Tart and sweet and spicy, exactly like her. As soon as her tongue touched my cock, I was hard all over again and all in for round six. “ Hellsssss, ” I hissed as she swallowed my erection and hummed around the straining shaft. The decadent vibration sent me over the edge of reason, and I pumped my hips up, my hands weaving through her thick, wavy hair.
I bit my lip, stifling a lust-drunk moan.
Gods, this girl and her gorgeous mouth and the wicked flick of her tongue and that glorious hum.
Nelle released my cock with a wet popping sound and I raised my weary head to see her staring back at me, her black eyes—a reflection of mine—burning with need as she crawled up my body to straddle my hips, pushing her slick heat against me. She curled her fingers around the nape of my neck before tipping her forehead to mine. Her lips brushed against my own as she whispered in that low, husky tone that only came out when my tongue was on her clit. “The wall— ”
That’s all it took for me to scoop her up, slam her against the wall, and impale her in one stroke. She was my match in every way. She wasn’t fragile, and she discovered rather quickly she liked it rough.
A groan erupted from me. Gods, it felt like nothing else to be buried inside her.
It was supposed to be new for her, not for me. I’d never felt this way before.
I felt her every- fucking- where. I shuddered against the sensation. She was so tight. Her pussy was practically a vise. Every ridge, every velvety-soft curve hugged my cock as I pounded into her recklessly. But it was something else, that thing that bound us together—filaments of power and the strumming of magic connected us, binding us as one. It skimmed against my flesh, sparked in my veins, and thrummed through my blood to scorch my insides with fire. The roar in my ears were her whimpers and hitched breath, and beneath it all drummed a bass line— Mine, mine, mine.
Nelle’s tiny hands clasped my neck, and she rolled her hips to meet my thrusts. Her hair tangled into a wild mess, swaying around her flushed cheeks, while she kept her pretty eyes pinched shut. Slowly, her slackened mouth fell open as her quickened breaths came in huffs and whines.
I stole a kiss. Those black eyes suddenly widened in surprise when my mouth claimed hers.
Gods, that sunshine. Exquisite.
I bathed in that kiss. In her lips, soft and warm and gentle. Groaned when she opened up on a sigh and let me plunge my tongue inside. Desire beat a heavy rhythm in my chest, mirrored by hers, the sound drowning out everything else in my head. There was only need, a wild, insatiable need for her. To feel her naked skin against mine, steal every hitched breath, hear every desperate moan— hers , always hers.
Hooking an arm beneath her thigh, I lifted her leg up higher to dig in balls-deep and move in small increments, rocking my body against her clit and tipping her over the edge into a climax that burst from her with a scream. Her dark powers tore free and a tempestuous gale surged through the bedroom, knocking into us and the furnishings. Her pussy clenched and quivered as she came all over my cock, while thumping her hand against the wall, gasping, “ Fuck. Fuck. Oh gods. Fuck .”
She whimpered as she came down from her orgasm.
And her eyes flashed open.
For a moment, the black eyes and the demarcations of gold captivated me. My eyes looking back…until I saw the lowering of lashes and her eyes becoming slits, fi xed on me… no, not on me, but on the space where my neck met my shoulder.
Shock barreled through my veins to see the feral gleam in those coal-black eyes.
Her nose scrunched as she widened her jaw, baring her teeth at me in a snarl.
Fuuuck —she looked as if she was going to bite a chunk out of me.
She went to strike—
Holy hellsgate!
I snatched hold of her hair at the nape of her neck a second before her teeth sank into my shoulder and forced her throat back. “ Uh-uh , no biting, little bird.”
In the dim bedroom, straight, white teeth glinted as she growled roughly, some other tone untamed and indiscernible, twining with the fierce sound she made.
Holy Zrenyth…she growled at me?!
And it sent me spiraling over the edge. I bucked with a hoarse shout, coming so hard my mind imploded into bitter black, then a burst of light. I collapsed against her, wrung out in ecstasy, still bodily jerking as I emptied inside her.
But Nelle hadn’t finished with me. Her hands ran over my chest, kneading my pecs, purposely squeezing her inner walls to milk my cock. She wanted more. And she wanted it now. Those obsidian eyes were piercing and greedy.
I pulled out and scooped her up. She startled, giving a frustrated yelp as I strode quickly into the bathroom. Flicking the shower mixer onto the furthest cold, I dumped her unceremoniously into the bottom of the shower. She shrieked as her ass hit the cold tiles and chilly water struck her flushed skin. Long wet locks flailed as she scrambled to her feet. I held her down. “Graysen!” she bellowed. Her little fists lashed out at my hand spread across the crown of her head, pinning her down. She shrieked, “It’s freezing!”
Her skin goose-prickled, and she glared up at me as she rose, fighting back with her unnatural strength.
I was relieved to see those black eyes had receded to their normal ash-gray.
To keep her down, I shoved and unbalanced her. She fell on her ass with an oomph.
Nelle blinked up at me. Cold water ran down her body and plastered her pale hair to her scalp, the darkened locks clinging to her shoulders and between the valley of those perky pink-tipped tits.
“You do realize I’m not one of your book boyfriends,” I growled, flinging my arms outward. “I literally cannot fuck you all night long.”
Her cute nose crinkled as she burst out laughing. She shot a crooked grin my way and wiggled her eyebrows. “We won’t know unless we try. ”
I slumped against the tiled wall, giving her the side-eye, wondering if she might pounce on me again. “Not going to happen.”
She pouted, but took my hand when I offered it to her. Both of us were a hot sticky mess, so I switched the water to warm and soaped us up, trying not to get aroused again—which was hard to do when she kept purposely grinding her tight ass against my groin—and doing my best not to think of how good it felt to be inside her.
Drawing her out of the shower and bundling a towel around her, I scooped her up and kissed the tip of her nose, my smile widening at the pleased flush of rose pink blooming on her cheeks. Carrying her back to the bedroom, I placed her on her feet beside the bed.
The state of the room was chaos. I think we might have fucked on every single surface. The couch got shoved out of position, causing it to tumble over, scatter cushions on the floor, and mess up the rugs too. The Klimt painting hung skewered above the set of drawers that were the perfect height for her to perch her tight ass on. And we’d even torn the curtain from the four-poster bed.
Nelle squirmed, huffing, when I kept her bundled up tightly. “I won’t jump you. Promise.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“You shouldn’t,” she grinned, purposely looking at the bedside drawers where the lamp and other trinkets that had been knocked off either rolled under the bed or were scattered on the carpet.
I narrowed my eyes at her.
She sighed, disappointed, but stayed still as I unwrapped the surrounding towel, and patted her dry, squeezing the water from her hair. As soon as I’d finished drying us, folding up the towels neatly and placing them over the back of a chair, she forcefully pushed me onto the bed. She crawled along the mattress and pulled a loose blanket over the top of us both before lying down next to me, squiggling closer. She tangled a leg with mine and slid an arm over my chest, pressing her cheek against the wyrm brand across my heart. “I’m cold because of you. The least you could do is give me some of your body heat.”
I wound my arm around her, sinking into the moment, feeling how right she felt beside me. The low glow of bedroom light danced over the necklace she wore as a bracelet. Using the tip of a finger, I drew my touch along the bumpy length. She had destroyed about a quarter of the Adamere beads by grinding them between her fingers as she desperately tried to keep control over herself. A spark of warmth washed through my chest to see a gleam of silver. Threaded onto the bracelet was a silver charm. A sparrow. And it remained intact.
Before I could inspect the tiny silver bird further, I blinked, suddenly realizing that I hadn’t slept for a few days, and I wondered if I would crash sometime soon. More than likely, especially after this bout of sexual activity. The girl had used me shamelessly.
Nelle’s fingers idly traced the wyrm branded over my heart. “Graysen…” she began, and my chest tightened with unease. I knew by the serious way she spoke my name, it wasn’t going to be good. “You gave me your word you wouldn’t tell anyone about me… About what I am… But you told Caidan. When was that? After the Uzrek?”
My blood chilled and my stomach dropped like a wrecking ball on a junked car.
Shit. At least she assumed it was then, instead of the truth, that my family had known the moment I’d spilled my guts after the Horned Gods came for my mother, years ago.
What the hells was I going to tell her?
I was opening up my mouth to say fuck-knows-what, when something, or rather someone, started banging at the bedroom door.