Dance of Wings (Curse of the Guardians #7)

28. Scarlet

Chapter 28

Scarlet

W hy did he have to say that? She wanted to keep him in that small, tidy box inside her mind. The one labelling him nothing but a barrier, an obstacle to overcome. But when he said things like she mattered, he made her feel. She didn’t want to feel. She needed to remain cold.

“Don’t,” she whispered, unprepared for his raw intensity. He was aware of the reason he was stuck with her, and had called her out on it more than once. And still he teased her with a hedonistic confidence that made everything more difficult.

“Don’t what?” he asked, dipping his head precariously close. “You’re going to have to be more clear, love. Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.”

She should. She really should, but she found she’d lost her voice.

Lucifer waited, gazing down at her with an expectation that had her burning. There were so many reasons why she should stop whatever this was, but right then she couldn’t name one.

Reaching up she sank her fingers in his hair, closing that last agonising inch herself. He tasted just as delicious as she remembered, his lips catching her moan as she rose on tiptoe.

Burying her sorrow and agonising guilt, she was going to cross that last boundary.

If only to live in the moment.

There was no more patience on Lucifer’s part, his hands slipping beneath her thighs to lift her in his arms. She automatically wrapped her legs around his waist, her wings spread against the brick as he continued to devour her with little flicks of his tongue.

Tugging at the fabric covering her breasts , cool air hardened her nipples, and Lucifer moaned from within his chest at the sight. It was the hottest sound, sending her arousal into the stratosphere, and he hadn’t even really touched her yet.

“I was right, flesh is totally your colour,” he said, his lips tracing a line down her throat before he lifted her higher in his arms, and bit the flesh of her breast.

“Shut up.” Scarlet gasped at the sharp sensation, arousal slick between her thighs. “And kiss me.”

Her clit pulsed with need when he quickly licked across where he’d just marked before she tugged roughly at his hair, wanting those lips back on hers. Only for him to move to her neglected breast instead.

He nibbled around her nipple, his eyes alight when he looked up and saw how desperate she was. “Whatever you say, love,” he chuckled, somehow lifting until her legs hooked over his shoulders, her skirt bunching awkwardly at her hips.

“Lucifer? What are you…” she finished on a scream, her own hand slapping across her mouth when he licked across her fabric covered centre. His growl vibrated, teeth nipping at the lace until it tore.

“You never specified which lips.” His tongue darted out again, this time meeting skin, and her back bowed at the sensation, cutting painfully into the brick.

Lucifer stilled at her quiet hiss, pulling her away until her entire weight was balanced on his shoulders and arms. He blew a hot breath against her pussy, and she barely strangled the resulting moan.

“Fucking beautiful.” He blew another breath, causing another whimper. “And all mine.” His hands tightened, and Scarlet braced herself as he drifted. One second she was on his shoulders, the next she was on her back, wings spread over something soft.

There was no nausea as darkness wrapped them in comforting shadows, Lucifer not giving her time for a single thought to process before his teeth nipped along her inner thighs, alternating between little kisses and hot flicks of his tongue. Her fingernails scraped against his scalp, trying to clutch onto something as she felt those sharp teeth brush against her clit.

A woosh, and Scarlet jumped as hundreds of candles flicked to life around them. He’d brought her to his cabin, the familiar wooden details coming into view.

Lucifer growled, his fingers soft, yet stern when he turned her head to recapture her lips. Her own taste burst on her tongue, lasting only a second before he resumed his position between her legs.

“I’m going to need you to come on my face, love.”

Scarlet absently nodded, and his resulting laugh sent a gentle vibration that had her whimpering. She’d never been so turned on, her thighs aching to clench together to ease some of the building pressure. But she couldn’t, Lucifer’s shoulders keeping her spread wide.

“What a pretty pussy you have,” he mused, flattening his tongue to lap at her with long, enthusiastic licks that were pushing her to the edge at an alarming speed. She found she was no longer tugging his hair, but pushing him harder against her instead.

“Stop teasing,” she cried out, electricity dancing across her skin at the desire carved vibrantly across his features. “Or I’ll find someone else.”

Lucifer slapped her outer thigh, the pain a sharp shock that made her pussy clench tighter. Rocking back on his heels he simply watched her, and Scarlet drowned in the visual. He looked exactly as he’d titled himself in her phone, a sex god framed in shadows. She couldn’t tear her gaze from the tattoos dancing across defined muscles, or the nipple piercings that glinted with the candlelight. She found she wanted to tug them between her teeth, just to hear him groan.

He made her feel alive, even as she was losing all control.

“Trust me, love,” he said, his voice deep, rich, and nothing but pure temptation. “If you find someone else, I’ll make sure they suffer more than anyone ever has before for daring to touch what’s mine.”

LUCIFER

Fucking Fates. Scarlet was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.

10/10 would eat again.

She wriggled beneath him, her face flushed a beautiful rose that matched her glistening cunt perfectly. Her breasts glowed amongst the candlelight, and he could just make out the small fang marks he’d left with his bites, marking her as his.

“Not yours,” she said, her words not reflecting her actions as she rocked her hips to better meet his ministrations.

“Your cunt disagrees,” he said, reaching up to tug one of her nipple’s roughly. She clenched around his tongue, and he couldn’t help but smile. “See, she definitely believes she’s mine.”

He was worried about being too rough, but he was pretty sure from her scent that the harder he worked on her, the wetter she became. Which was perfect, because he was an expert at balancing pain with pleasure.

Continuing to lick and suck her clit like it was his favourite lollypop – which it was – he slowly began to ease a finger inside, groaning at how tight she gripped him. Scarlet whimpered, and he eased a second finger in before hooking them against her G-spot.

His cock ached, pressing painfully against the inside of his jeans. Lucifer welcomed the pressure, knowing how fucking perfect it will be when he finally released it.

Scar’s body rocked as much as he would allow, his fingers pinching and tugging her nipple as roughly as he thrust his fingers. She flung her head back, her thighs tensing as he felt the first ripple of her orgasm rip through her.

He didn’t stop, switching breasts to make sure the other one didn’t feel left out. She soaked his face, her cry loud enough to scatter the wildlife that hovered around his cabin. Even when she tried to get away, likely too sensitive he couldn’t, wanting to fucking drown in her.

A sharp tug against his scalp, Scar panting up at him when she finally managed to drag his face away. She looked perfectly fucked, her blue eyes darkening to the deepest depths of the ocean, and the wildest he’d ever seen.

Lucifer slowly licked across his bottom lip, and Scar shivered between little panting breaths.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, slowly stroking down his chest before reaching the edge of his jeans, her eyes locked to his hand. She may wear her masks, but right then Scar wasn’t hiding anything. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

Lucifer groaned when he dipped his hand inside his jeans, shimmying them down just enough his cock was freed. He gripped it in his right hand, languorously stroking it as she watched. Her breathing doubled, lips parting with an exhale when he rubbed his precum along the bar pierced through the tip.

“Don’t worry,” he mused. “You can take it.”

Her soul burned behind his ribs, a constant reminder that they were connected. He wasn’t sure whether she could feel it, and right then it didn’t matter. Not when she looked at him like that.

Tipping her head back she sat up, and the bounce of her breasts distracted him for a second before he felt her smaller hand wrap around his length. Lucy groaned, thrusting his hips a little in encouragement. She stroked him with strong, confident fingers that he was more than happy for her to explore… After. When he had a little more patience.

Scar’s eyes burned when his fingers gripped her wrist, and his cock throbbed, angry with him that he stopped his pretty little angel from playing.

Patience, he warned his dick, as if the little fucker could understand and quickly removed his jeans as if it was an Olympic sport.

Scarlet waited with more patience than he had, her white wings opened to frame the beauty of her body. Her nipples were red, her lips swollen. Then there was her cunt, pink and glistening and inviting him for another taste.

Hands hooking beneath her thighs he pulled her closer, catching her wrists over her head as he separated her thighs with his hips. Scar mewled low in her throat, opening her legs further.

Lucifer pushed his cock against her slickness, stroking through her folds. She hissed when he brushed her clit, the sound ending with a moan.

“Say my name,” he demanded, pulling back until his tip teased her entrance.

Scar let out a sound of frustration. “Seriously?”

She clearly wanted to deny him, just to remain that little bit of control. Shame he wasn’t willing to give her any, not when it came to sex. And definitely not when it was their first time together.

“Tsk, that’s not the right answer,” he said, a smirk curving his lips when he reached down and tapped his cold piercing against her clit.

Scar moaned, undulating beneath him.

He still held her wrists in one of his hands, pushing her breasts up perfectly for his lips. “So desperate for my cock,” he said, just wanting to tease her a little bit more.

“Please,” she whimpered, rocking her hips when he reached down to tug her nipple with his teeth. “Lucifer.”

“Not that name, my other one,” he growled, licking from one breast, to the other. His cock twitched, and he could feel her slick heat coating him.

“Please just do it, Xahenort!”

His summoning name sent shivers down his spine, and he took great pleasure in swallowing her scream as he buried inside with one thrust. “See, I always knew I’d make you beg.”

She was fucking heaven, milking his cock with little trembles that had his eyes rolling in the back of his head. It took every ounce of his control not to move, keeping himself fully sheathed so she could stretch to his size.

“Good girl,” he purred, feeling her cunt clench around him tightly. “Look how well you take me.”

She bit at him, and he groaned when she wriggled a little, wanting him to move.

“You’re doing so good for me, love,” Lucy groaned, his voice a harsh whisper against her lips.

Her back arched, driving his cock impossibly deeper. She clenched her inner muscles, pulling a strangled sound from his throat. Tugging her hands free she hooked her ankle over his leg, and rolled them until she was on top.

Lucifer laughed, Scar’s wings coming up to block out everything but her. Her body rocked, head tipped back in ecstasy as she used him to reach her own release.

His cock was slick, shiny with her come and arousal, and all he wanted to do was sink back between her thighs and devour her again and again.

Hands clamping on her thighs he thrust up, forcing her to tumble forward against his chest. Arms wrapping around her middle he thrust from below, her own weight driving her back down in a powerful rhythm that had her crying out in a cacophony of squeals and moans.

On the last thrust he threw them both to the side, fighting for a dominance she had no hope of winning. After a few rolls she settled onto her back, legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he continued to fuck her in a fast pace.

“Look at me,” he demanded, slowing his thrusts until he was barely moving.

Scar tipped her chin, meeting his eyes with a twist of her lips. “Or what?” she asked, her hair a halo amongst the pillows and blankets he’d moved a few days earlier.

Fuck . That was it. He wasn’t letting her go.

Pulling out entirely, he was delighted with how disappointed she was until he thrust back in, this time with a little more force.

“Fuck,” she cursed, and he knew she was close, his cock trapped in a vice so tight he grit his teeth to stop from embarrassing himself.

She tried to roll them once more, but he’d already relocked her wrists in one of his hands, holding them back above her head. He wished she still held a blade against his throat, coating her fair skin in crimson. The idea alone almost had him coming, but not before her.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he growled, moving his hips at a punishing pace.

She took every inch, her hips angled so his piercing brushed every spot going in, and then again on the way out.

“Mine.”

“Not yours,” she groaned, fighting against his hold just a fraction less than she should if she really wanted to be free.

Her soul sang, beating along with her pulse and he’d never felt his skin so tight, like every one of her panting breaths could send him over the edge. Her moans of pleasure were getting louder, and when he reached down to pinch at her clit her thighs seized around his hips. Her cunt rippled, tightening almost painfully against his cock.

Scar cried out her release, a rush of liquid soaking them both as he fucked her harder, deeper until she’s a writhing mess beneath him.

It was a mating and claiming all at once.

Lucifer stilled, his orgasm shooting through him with a power he couldn’t control. His hips stuttered as he released a groan, his cock throbbing as he came hard enough to see stars.

Scar reached up, digging her hands into his hair to pull him down and claim his lips.

This kiss was everything, a claiming of her own that touched parts of him that he thought would forever be trapped in the dark. The kiss was more intimate than anything they’d ever done, and he felt her pour all of herself into it.

Pain along his scalp, and he groaned, devouring her in a way she’d always remember.

He could still feel her soul, a presence in his chest that radiated warmth. He’d never had a soul react so much, but then again he’d never fucked and then had the hardest orgasm in his existence with someone whose soul he owned before, either.

Scarlet finally relaxed, her body slick with sweat. He waited for her to push him away, to tell him it was a mistake even as their bodies remained joined.

When she didn’t, he licked along her throat, tasting the salt and something that was distinctively her. “Again.”

Scarlett laughed, which made her clench.

“Again,” he repeated, unable to get enough of her now he’d had his first taste. He’d always felt he was missing something. A hollowness deep inside that he’d filled with frivolous things that meant nothing.

Now he knew, he’d always been waiting for her.