Chapter 33
History Buff
Sinta
I was so sore and ready to sleep, but instead I’d come home to the treat of Tomashi’s glaring face waiting for me in the kitchen.
“Who the hell thought it was a good idea to put the kitchen next to the stairs?” I snipe.
“Why are you training with Yelana?’ He demands.
“Why are you running around half naked in the forest?” I counter.
“Privacy.” He snarls, leaning against the counter. “Your turn.”
“Oh, would you look at that, there is a little thing called privacy, and my business with Yelana is private. That makes it none of your damn business.” I point out sweetly and head for the stairs.
He goes to come after me, his hair smoking.
“You’re supposed to be nice.” I mock, wagging a finger.
His lips peel back from his teeth. But he stops.
“I will find out.” He warns. “You can’t hide anything from me.”
“Go for your life, Tomashi. Yelana’s a vault, I know she won’t crack.” I scoff and continue upstairs.
His snarl rattles the walls.
Intending to head for my room, I’m instead side-tracked by a familiar sound and turn towards Rapid’s open door.
Walking over and poking my head inside, I look around the space.
The same layout as mine, but he’d added a beanbag chair, a guitar and keyboard by the window with a stool, and some other recording gear.
He'd also styled the room in deep blues and greys with hints of white.
Laid out on his bed, wearing nothing but his signature pair of low-riding grey sweatpants, his comforter kicked down by his feet, Rapid was relaxed against a mound of pillows and watching a show on the big screen TV mounted on the wall across from his bed.
He was watching a favourite of mine – Tudors.
“Hey, Devil Eyes.” He greets, smiling lazily.
“Hey, handsome.” I greet in return, flicking my eyes towards the TV. “You really are a history buff.” I tease.
“It’s not entirely accurate,” Wiggling his eyebrows, he grins. “But the drama is on point, and the sex scenes are hot.”
I laugh. “It is a pretty good show.”
“You want to watch with me?” He croons, patting the bed next to him.
Glancing down at my sweaty state, pretty sure I smelled horrible, I hold up a finger. “Let me shower and change.”
Grabbing a remote and pausing the episode, he sits up with a smile. “Hurry back.”
Sprinting into my room and chucking my stuff onto the bed, I rush through a shower.
I barely even dry my hair before I’m throwing on an oversized T-shirt and a pair of striped PJ shorts.
Heading back out into the hallway, pushing damp strands of hair from my face, I come across Tomashi cresting the top of the stairs.
Refusing to acknowledge him, I feel him staring at me as I slip into Rapid’s room and close the door behind me.
Rapid is waiting for me, arms out, his smile still huge but softer.
Climbing onto the bed and nestling down next to him, I throw a leg over his and wrap an arm around his middle, my head resting on his peck.
“Is this okay?” I check.
“Hmm.” Picking me up like I weigh nothing at all, he rearranges me on top of him, my head angled to see the TV but tucked beneath his chin, my chest against his upper abs, and my legs falling to either side of his hips. “That’s better.” He purrs and wraps his arms around me.
“I should have known you were a cuddler.” I accuse, but I snuggle in anyway, soaking up his body heat.
Probably sensing I was a bit cold; he reaches out and pulls up the comforter, cocooning us.
It smells like him – sea salt and male musk with a hint of H2O.
“How much of the show have you seen?” He asks.
“All of it. It’s one of my absolute favourite re-watches.” I gush.
“I’ve only just started it, but I can put it back to episode one?” He offers.
“No, leave it.”
Humming, he presses play and the episode opens up to Wolsey speaking with the Spanish Ambassadors.
“Ooohh, a good episode.” I hum.
Rapid spanks me, making me yelp. “No spoilers.” He warns, squeezing me to him.
“Yes, sir.” I grin, nuzzling my head under his chin.
We lay there like that for nearly two episodes, both of us absorbed in the show, the comfortable companionship something I didn’t know I’d been missing. I don’t think I’d ever had someone to just sit and watch a good show with.
Watching Queen Katherine try to put Anne Boleyn in her place, I admire their outfits and the craftmanship put into both.
Especially the corsets. I absolutely admired the actor’s dedication to their parts by wearing those. Speaking from experience, they could be extremely uncomfortable and could even cut into your skin if worn wrong.
I must’ve made a sound, because Rapid squeezes me and murmurs, “What are you thinking?”
“I’m admiring their corsets. I’ve worn some, but none of them looked like that – not as fancy, or detailed.” I murmur.
He tenses under me, his muscles clenching. “You’ve worn corsets?”
“Mhmm. Leather, velvet, lace, mesh, sometimes a mix of the few. They all had boning though, and some of them were really uncomfortable. I think I even wore a latex one once.” I admit.
His breath stutters, and he curses. “Bullshit. Tell me you are lying?”
Pushing up, I lift my head to get a look at his face and admire the dazed, awe-filled look in his eyes.
Grinning, I give a slow nod. “Yes, Rapid, I’ve worn corsets.”
Palming my hips, he pulls me closer, and I shift so I can sit up with my hands planted on his chest.
Something perks up under me, and I wiggle.
Groaning, his fingers flexing on my hips, he pins me with a serious look. “Just corsets?”
Giggling, I shake my head. “Are you a lingerie man, Rapid? Do you like pretty underthing’s on a woman?” I question.
Biting his lip, his eyes like swirling heated pools, he nods. “Oh yeah. Especially the pretty stuff.” He mutters, rubbing his fingers over my waist.
“I’ve worn all sorts of stuff with a corset.” I admit, swirling my hips a little. “Stockings, garters, tights, panties, little skirts, some flirty leather boy shorts.” I husk.
His gaze raking over my body like he can picture me in it, he groans a tortured sound. “Fucking hell, Devil Eyes.” He whispers, guiding my hips to move firmer against him. “Please tell me you still have that stuff.”
“Some of it.” I admit. “I had to give some away.”
“You’ll show me?” He practically begs.
“If you’re good.” I purr.
He bites his lip so hard I’m worried he’s going to draw blood, so I gently tug it free with my own teeth.
Sucking it between my lips I soothe it before pulling back – maintaining eye contact the entire time.
He looks at me like I’m a succubus sent to corrupt him.
Smoothing his hands up under my T-shirt, palms dragging against bare skin, he moves them all the way up to my shoulder blades, his fingers gliding over the area and confirming I’m not wearing a bra.
“Can we….” Shuddering, lowering his gaze to watch my hips dance against him, my hands gliding over his chest and kneading the flesh, he licks his lips. “Do you want to—”
Answering with a deep, sloppy kiss, I push my tongue deep into his mouth and moan at the taste of him.
Everything suddenly felt like it was on fire, every inch of my skin tight with wanton heat, my core growing wet with need.
Breaking away from the kiss, gaze locked with his, I warn him, “I’m starting my first real Dragon female cycle. Imelda and Yelana said I’ll be crazy horny for a week before I bleed and then moody for a week after.” I explain. “Are you okay with fucking me while I’m—”
“Hell yes.” He growls and pulls me back down, taking control of a wickedly dirty kiss.
Moaning, my hips moving harder and faster, I grind on him like I’m desperate.
Which I was. I felt like I was going to explode if he didn’t make me feel good. If I didn’t cum.
But as he cupped my breasts between us and expertly played with my nipples, sending tiny little sparks of heat zipping down to my pussy, I knew he was more than capable of satisfying me.
“Shirt off.” He gasps, tugging it over my head when I lift my arms.
Throwing it from the bed, he palms my waist and lifts me upwards.
Understanding, I stand on the bed and slide down my shorts while he ditches his pants, then collapse back onto his lap when he reaches for me.
Possessively palming my ass, our mouths fused together, I rock against his bare length and feel it long and hard against me.
It throbbed against my centre, growing wet with my arousal.
Rapid mutters something about me being sexy, the words lost in our kiss, his hands kneading and searching.
My own explore his chest, his back, his sides. I drag my fingernails over his shoulders, across his beautiful dark blue Marks.
Pulling away, he kisses a path down my cheek and then licks and nips down my neck, working his way down to my Marks and exploring them with his tongue.
I let my head fall back, my hips swaying to their own rhythm, my hands rising to tangle in his hair.
“So fucking sexy.” He mutters, palming my thighs and pulling me further onto him.
I moan as my clit brushes his navel with every grind, our stomachs flush, our bodies moving together in a primal, sensual dance.
“Do I need a condom?” He rasps, his mouth nipping and sucking at my neck, the sensation almost painful as he sucks harder and harder.
Like he’s trying to leave a mark.
“I’m on birth control.” I gasp, grinding down hard, my nipples rubbing on his chest.
His cock jolts under me, flexing.
Rearing up onto my knees, ignoring his protest, I palm his member and give it a firm tug, admiring the engorged head.
It looked angry, so red it was nearly purple. Aroused to the point of pain.
“Been a while?” I tease, my eyebrows rising.
He gives a careless shrug, but his eyes are predatory and his hands rough. “Every time I think about getting busy, I see green eyes. Kind of hard to fuck a chick when another one is bouncing around your head.”
Pausing, my hand wrapped around his long throbbing member, I stare at him in surprise and a little bit of disbelief. “You’ve only known me two weeks….”
“And I knew I wanted you the second day you were here. It just got more intense from there.” He drawls, his hands sliding from my waist to curl around my hips. “It’s even worse now. You just told my Kraken we can take you bare. It’s not just underwear I have a thing for.”
“Oh?”
He nods, this carnal intensity settling over him, his hands applying pressure to my hips – slowly lowering me onto him.
I instinctively angle him to enter me, so distracted by the change that’s overtaken his features I barely realise what I’m doing until his head pushes inside.
Then I’m gasping, falling into his eyes, his pupils dilating, his face morphing with a savage need to possess.
“I’m going to mark this pussy with my cum, and then I’m gonna mark up that pretty skin so everyone knows who you belong to.” He growls, controlling my descent to the point that I was writhing and silently begging him to just impale me already.
I’d known he was long just from feeling him, but I’d only actually gotten a glimpse of his cock. Now I was glad he was forcing me to go slow, even if it felt like torture, because I was starting to stretch to try and fit him.
Thank the gods he wasn’t thick as well.
Squirming, moaning, my hips jerk and grind against his hold, but he keeps me steady with a focused control.
“Please?” I whimper, smoothing my hands up onto his shoulders.
“You wanna ride?” He husks, leaning up to suck at my throat.
My head jerks in a nod, my eyes rolling the further down his cock I get.
“Words.” He rumbles, halting my hips.
Letting out a growling gasp, my hands circling his neck, I squeeze and stare into his eyes. “I’m going to ride you.” I state.
“You are so fucking sexy, Devil Eyes.” He purrs.
I moan, jerking when he swivels his hips.
“You’re in charge, baby.” He husks.
“Shut up and hold on.” I order, slamming down.
“Fuuuuck.” He moans.
Crying out, moaning, my head thrown back and my body tensing, I take a moment to adjust to the fullness.
“So fucking tight, Devil Eyes. Gods fucking damn.” He moans and buries his face against my chest, his teeth in my breast.
Fisting my hands in the beachy waves of his hair, I tug fistfuls of it and work my inner muscles – a little bit of revenge for making me wait for his cock.
“Nasty girl.” He moans and wraps his arms around my waist, bending me back over them. “Stay like that, Devil Eyes. Just like that.” He breathes.
Bent backwards, my head nearly touching the bed, my hands clutching at his head buried against my chest, I didn’t think we could do much in this position.
Turns out even a sex professional could still learn new tricks, because when he started to move I about lost my mind.
Hips pumping fluidly, his cock dragging against my inner walls, Rapid hammers into me like a machine, his grip on my waist slamming me down to meet his hips with each thrust.
It felt so fucking good I couldn’t help the noises coming out of me, my hands scraping over his skin, my nails leaving savage marks as I dipped and drowned in the waves of ecstasy.
“Oh fuck, oh shit.” I cry out.
“Yeah, Devil Eyes, just like that. So good baby.” He moans out, latching onto my neck and biting down, sucking at the abused flesh.
The pain zaps its way down to my clit, electrifying it. Gasping, desperate, I shove a hand down between us and find my clit, working it in time with his hips.
Leaning back, watching me work myself, Rapid gets this look of utter desire, his mouth falling open.
“I love how sensual you are. You just let go for me, and its fucking amazing.” He growls, his thrusts coming harder.
I moan, leaning up and yanking his head back so I can bite and lick at the strong column of his throat. “Feels so good, I’m so close.”
I could feel it, building like an avalanche in my middle, my abdomen tensed with anticipation.
“You gonna cum for me?” He demands, grunting when I scrape my teeth over his jugular.
“Yes, so close.” I gasp. “So close, baby. Rapid, cum in me. Cum for me.”
Growling, throwing me down onto the bed and shifting onto his knees, he re-enters me with a savage thrust and grabs my thighs, wrapping his arms under them and yanking me back onto his cock.
“Like that?” He snarls.
Yelping, crying out, I can’t help but scream as the new angle hits my G-spot with every thrust, the sensation too much, too painful, and yet not enough.
“I’m there – I’m there.” I chant, my legs shaking, my hands going above my head to clutch at the blankets.
“Cum for me, Devil Eyes. Cum on my cock – mark me as yours.” He demands, his neck tensing, the muscled tendons defined and begging for me to bite.
But he reaches down and presses a thumb to my clit, the rough digit rubbing with firm pressure, and I seize with the force of my climax.
Gasping, arching, it rolls over me with the fiery heat of an explosion and singes every nerve in my body, wrenching a scream from my chest.
“Fuck yeah, baby.” He groans, the sound feral.
He arches over to slam into me once, twice, three times, and roar out his own orgasm.
The feel of him emptying into me extends my own, my hips bucking, my pussy spasming and milking his spent cock.
He jerks and moans, panting into my neck. He drags his lips against the skin, his breath like a caress.
I wrap myself around him, trying to breathe, my legs shaking around his waist.
“You could put me out of a job, I think.” I mutter hoarsely, my throat raw.
He huffs a husky laugh, biting at my neck. “Oh no, that was a first for me. It’s never been that intense.”
I smile and drag a hand over the back of his shoulders, frowning when I feel something wet.
Lifting my hand up, I blink at the smears of blood and instantly feel bad. “I’m sorry, I think I tore up your back.”
“Don’t care. Want you to mark me, warn off other females.” He murmurs, kissing along my shoulder. “I did a number on your neck too. Looks so fucking sexy.”
Turning my head I seek out his lips and indulge in a slow, thorough kiss.
“Are we….. together? Dating?” I whisper when he pulls away. “Or is this casual?”
His brow furrows and he pushes up, holding himself over me, the muscles in his arms tense.
The urge I have to bite the veins of his arms is almost violent.
“I want to be with you. We can call it dating if you want, but as far as I’m concerned, you’re the only girl I’m fucking and the only girl I want in my bed.” Dipping down in a push-up-like move, pressing a firm kiss to my lips, he murmurs, “And I just came in a bare pussy for the first time ever. My Kraken and I have marked you. No takebacks, Devil Eyes.”
“Good.” I mutter, grabbing his chin. “I’d hate to have to roast you – especially after going to all the trouble of marking up your back.”
He grins, and I grin back.
“I have a girlfriend.” He croons, playfully licking my nose. “Does this mean late night quickies? Shower sex? Movie marathons with cuddles?”
Laughing, hugging his neck, I nod. “Yeah. And shared custody of clothing, minimal personal space, and maybe just a little bit of neediness.”
“Clothing custody?” Hitching up a brow, he glances at our clothes on the floor. “I don’t know about that one. But I want the needy – can’t tell if you want me if you’re not needy.”
“Then I’m happy to oblige once or twice a day.” I agree like it was his idea and not mine.
We’re quiet for a moment, his talented fingers stroking over my skin. We’re still joined, and I can feel him in me, his cum wet between us.
I kind of like it. Like I had a piece of him with me – I would have liked it more if it wasn’t so messy.
“Is Tomashi going to be okay with this?” I question, dancing my fingers over his pecks. “He’s not going to be upset?”
“You two can’t be in the same room together, but you still care about his feelings.” Rapid muses.
“I’m not a monster.” I mutter with a shrug.
“I’ll talk to him, but we agreed a long time ago that we wouldn’t interfere if one of us decided to date. I won’t touch another male besides him, but he doesn’t get to tell me which female I can be with – same as I can’t with him.” He says. “He doesn’t get a say about us. It’s completely separate.”
“And you are sure? I’ve been told you don’t really do commitment—”
“And I didn’t. Never found a girl worth commitment.” He admits. “Before. Now there is you.”
The happiness bubbling up inside me was completely foreign. I don’t think I had ever been this happy, or close to it.
It made me want to shove it deep down inside surrounded by a brick wall, barb wire fencing, and impenetrable flames.
I didn’t want anyone to take it away from me, I wanted to protect it with everything I had.
Smiling, his own lips stretched in a grin, I plant a wet kiss on his lush lips and push him back.
“I need to clean up or I’m going to make a mess.” I tell him as he slips out of me and settles back on his knees.
“The hell you do.” He scoffs, planting a hand on my stomach to hold me down as he reaches for my pussy.
Spearing two fingers inside me, he gently shoves his seed back in with slow, exploring thrusts.
“Rapid.” I moan, watching him.
Removing his fingers, eyes on mine, he leans over and offers them to me.
I don’t hesitate, wrapping my lips around his digits and sucking them clean, flicking my tongue between them.
The mix of us was unique, and beyond addictive.
Leaning over the side of the bed, he returns with a white shirt with some sort of band symbol on it and helps me sit up, tugging it over my head.
“Make a mess, baby. We have a washing machine for a reason.” He purrs and pulls me with him as he settles back against his pillows again, butt naked, with me sprawled on his chest.
“I demand snacks, regular kisses, tummy rubs when I feel sick, couple showers, and I want you to play for me one day.” I tell him as he reaches for the remote.
“Are these your conditions?” He laughs.
“I reserve the right to add more at any given time.” I quip.
“Deal.” He croons, snuggling me close and pressing play on the show.
“Then I officially have another boyfriend.” I state, pressing a secret smile into his skin.
He didn’t need to know he and Fade were my first boyfriends. His ego was big enough; I’d hate to see how big his head would get.
“Another boyfriend?”
“Fade counts. We’re going on a date, so he kinda beat you to it.”
“Fucker.” He grunts, rubbing his cheek against my hair. “I want your picture on my phone. And we need to swap numbers – how have we not done that yet?”
I blink and curse. “My phone is in my room.” I grumble, about to get up.
He tugs me back down, smothering my temple in sloppy kisses. “Nope, we can do that tomorrow.”
Humming, I resettle, pressing a kiss to the hollow of his throat.
I had a weirdly intense fascination with his neck – especially marking it. It must’ve been a Fae thing; I would have to ask Imelda or Yelana.
“Do you have a limit for how much nookie I’ll be getting?” He murmurs after a few minutes of watching the show.
“Rapid, I’m going to be very clear about this. I love sex, these past three weeks without it has been like dumping a man in the desert without water. I will be all over you whenever I have the time to.” I state, making it as clear as possible for him.
His arms tighten around me, and he’s grinning when I glance up. “Fucking hell, Lady Fate’s done me a solid. Prepare yourself, baby. I’ve always wanted to do it in a pantry.”
I laughed so hard I cried, but he just thought it was cute and kissed my cheeks.
“Tomashi will kill you, that’s his domain.” I snort.
Rapid’s roguish grin is dangerous. “That’s what makes it so fun.”
Oh gods.