Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Riven
The day Sylvik came to visit, Abydos got…
weird. I didn’t think it was anything I was doing, but it was definitely noticeable.
I would look up from my vegetable prep and would catch him watching me with that intense green stare.
Or sometimes he’d get this dazed look in his eyes like he was thinking of something else.
He still brought me gifts, but they were more expensive now…and despite his teasing, none of them were skirts. I had to get those myself—luckily, Sami had plenty I could borrow. And when we were in bed together, Abydos seemed more intense, more focused on my pleasure than ever before.
Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t a bad change…
it was just strange. It did make me a little nervous though, because I couldn’t pinpoint the explanation.
Like…things had been working fine before, and I guess I would just be edgy about any change to our normal.
Even if it meant I was now orgasming fifty percent more times.
I couldn’t figure out how Sylvik had caused it, or why, but I wasn’t complaining.
Sylvik himself was a nice male, very respectful and thoughtful.
He beamed when he met me, as if I were someone special or important, and he seemed to enjoy the meals we shared.
I was surprised when Abydos had invited him to stay in one of the other suites, but the other male seemed competent and quick-witted.
I guess he’d have to be, to take care of Abydos.
The two of us had similar roles at Vengeance, Inc.
when it came to the CEO, and you’d think we would commiserate about taking care of Abydos and managing his life.
But Sylvik seemed to avoid me, only sending me grins and polite nods.
Abydos, for his part, didn’t seem to love the idea of us hanging out without him, which again—weird as hell.
What was going on with him?
I was going to find out, even if I had to pin him down and demand an answer.
Even if he couldn’t tell me.
I used my hip to push open the door to his office, because my hands were full of a tray with the autumn-themed cheese board—complete with dates, apricots, and fig jam—I’d made him for his afternoon snack. “Knock knock?” I called softly, not wanting to disturb him if he was on a call.
I needn’t have worried; before I was even through the door, Abydos was out from behind his desk and striding across the sunken area toward me. When I met him, he took the tray from my hands, dropped a hard kiss to my lips, then whirled back around to head for his desk.
Hm. Maybe he was just super hungry? I trailed after him, determined to get some answers.
“Abydos, I wanted to ask you—”
“Later,” he growled, and to my surprise, plopped the tray down on his desk, then whirled back to wrap his hands around my waist. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are in this skirt?”
What? I was sexy? I glanced down at the simple black knit. “I’m not—”
My objection was bit off with a little gasp when he lifted me, turned, and plopped my ass onto his desk, right by the tray.
“Abydos! What are you—” When he dropped to his knee and spread my thighs wide, I finished with an, “Oh.”
Without another word, he pushed my skirt out of the way, stuck his nose against my panties, and inhaled.
“I don’t need food, Riven, I just need this. You.”
“It’s a cheese board—” I began, still shaky and a little confused.
When his tongue slid along the gusset of my underwear, I startled, my pulse already pounding heavily. “Fuck the cheese. You’re the best godsdamn thing I’ve ever tasted.”
This was not the answer I’d come here to get this afternoon, but how could I object? My hands fell to his hair to steady myself—I couldn’t afford to fall into the cheese tray or one of his monitors—and I spread my legs wider.
“Good girl,” he growled.
Then, in one quick movement, he’d used his claw to slice open the crotch of my panties. When he buried his face in my pussy, we both groaned.
Let me tell you: having a huge, hot male giving you oral with a ridiculously wide, ridged tongue? Amazing. But when he’s also obsessed with your clitoris and knows exactly what to do with those fingers of his? Even better.
I think I came within a minute.
My thighs clamped around his ears, holding him in place as I rocked against his face and he continued to lick and suck and stroke. My orgasm faded, and he continued.
“Abydos!” I gasped, everything incredibly sensitive.
But he didn’t stop, and soon I was writhing atop the desk again.
“Best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted,” he murmured as he finger-fucked me.
The second time I came, I gasped in surprise. Holy crap, his tongue was good.
This time, he let me rest… Or at least, I thought that’s what he was doing when he pushed himself away from me and stood. But when he reached for his belt, I felt my breath catch again in anticipation.
Who would’ve thought that bringing him an afternoon snack would result in something so delicious?
When he pulled out his cock, I reached for him eagerly. He lifted me from the desk, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, spreading my legs so he could settle me on his cock. He was standing in the center of his office, with me wrapped around him.
He froze for a moment, our noses inches apart, that green glow in his eyes piercing me, holding me steady.
“Ready, dkaar?” he murmured.
I was already dripping with desire, my folds over sensitized, so I could feel him pressing at my entrance. “For what?” I whispered wickedly.
“I’m going to make love to you like this. You’re going to come all over me, and whenever you walk into this office, you’re going to remember this moment.”
The vow was whispered, but it absolutely was a vow. My breath caught…
And then Abydos dropped me down over his cock, and my third orgasm slammed into me. I threw back my head and screamed wordlessly as he began to fuck me.
Make love. That’s what he called it.
His ridges slid in and out of me in the most incredible way, drawing out my orgasm as he thrust upward into me again and again. I held on tightly with my arms and legs, but I needn’t have bothered; Abydos wouldn’t drop me.
I don’t know if my climax just lasted forever, or if I was ready a fourth time, but my inner muscles were tightening with pleasure again when Abydos clamped his hands on my ass, claws dimpling my skin, and roared as he spilled into me.
As always, I marveled at the sensation of him filling me, not just with his cock, but with his essence. It was an overly romantic way of thinking about things, so sue me.
I was in love with this male. He might think of me as just a fuck buddy, a cum dump for him, an employee he was messing around with…but to me, this was beautiful.
He was panting when he dropped his forehead to mine, then kissed me. My lips curled under his. “Thank you,” he whispered.
And I had to laugh—or I might have, had I had the energy. “Thank you, sir.”
Another kiss. “Is that how you think of me, Riven? Sir? Am I your boss?”
The question was so serious I pulled back so I could focus on him and the concern in his expression. Considering I was still filled with his cock and his cum, and he was standing in the middle of his office with me wrapped around him, I thought it was a fairly stupid question.
But he did seem like the answer mattered, so I moved one hand around to cup his cheek. “No, Abydos. You’re more than that. I just tease you with the sir. I can stop.”
There was relief in his grin when he leaned in to kiss me again. “I don’t mind our little game, my pretty little human. Just like I definitely don’t mind these skirts.” His fingers massaged my ass. “It’s important to give your employer access to your body at all times, after all.”
Glad we were both joking again, I wriggled against him with a throaty laugh. “Yes sir.”
With a snort, he gently unwound me and settled me on my feet. When he withdrew his cock, his seed spilled down my legs, and I winced. “Be right back,” I told him, stretching up on my toes to brush a kiss over his jaw. Then I hurried for the en suite bathroom.
“I can’t believe we did that,” I called out, wiggling out of my ruined underwear and dropping them into the trashcan.
Maybe I should just stop wearing them altogether.
“God, I was so loud—so were you. I’m never going to be able to look Sylvik in the eyes again,” I muttered as I cleaned my thighs with the hand towel.
From the other room, Abydos hummed. “Don’t worry, he’s not here. I knew you’d be loud.”
I snorted and rolled my eyes at my reflection. “Oh, like you weren’t loud?” Abydos didn’t answer, so I prodded. “Where’d you send Sylvik? Back to the mine?”
“He’s meeting with a developer on my behalf to talk about my new property here on Eastshore.”
Confused, I tossed the dirty towel under the sink and stepped out of the bathroom, tugging my skirt down once more. “Property?” I asked as I crossed toward his desk, where he was sitting, frowning at one of his monitors. “What kind of property?”
His gaze jerked to mine, and he reached out to gather me in his arms. “I want to build houses, but I don’t want to have to cut down a lot of the wilderness to do so.
” He settled me in his lap, cupped my crotch with one hand, and buried his nose against my hair.
“Mmm, my scent is all over you, Riven. To a male of my species, that’s my claim. ”
I snuggled closer, suddenly feeling a little vulnerable.
Was that what this was to him? He was just…claiming me?
He’d called it making love earlier and asked me if I thought of him as just my employer. I loved this male, and of course things like this meant something to me.
My new position made it possible for me to see his monitor, and what he’d been watching when I came in. It looked like security footage of a bunch of people—protestors? It was muted, so I didn’t know what was going on, but they carried big signs and appeared to be yelling things.
I slowly straightened, trying to read the slogans on the signs.