Chapter 15 #4
He pressed her back fully until she was lying down, her thighs spreading to cradle his hips as he settled between them. She felt his arousal, insistent at her core, barely covered by her displaced shorts and thin, soaked panties.
She arched up into him. "I want you, Auren."
"I am not like others, Vesperin. You will be my first. My only. I do not know how to make you feel as you deserve."
"You already have. With every word you’ve said, you’ve made me feel so"—she leaned up and kissed him—"good."
His entire body shuddered above her. It made her feel… powerful.
Rin stared up at Auren, seeing something in his eyes.
Something dark and untouched and depraved.
He was angry like she was. She saw it in the curl of his lips, felt it in the heat of his touch.
It was as though his eyes begged her to understand, begged her for a taste of any pleasure she could offer.
She began to feel in over her head. She didn’t know how to do this, but neither did he.
Staring deeply into his eyes, she whispered, "Beg."
"What?" he murmured.
"Beg me to let you have me. You want me to, don’t you? You want to beg. You need to feel."
Her cheeks began to warm in shame. What if she’d misread him? If she tried this with Lucien—or Rhyden—he’d bend her over his knee. Cyrus, however, might like this new side of her.
Achingly slow, Auren nodded. He shifted up her shirt until he gripped her bare skin, fingers indenting her waist. "I do want that, Vesperin."
She swallowed. "Then beg me."
A look of exquisite pain crossed his face. "Please, Vesperin. Allow me to taste you."
"Oh," she breathed, struggling for air in an endless ocean, waves surging, threatening to drown her.
He wanted to…
"Please, let me have a taste."
She felt his sinful words on her lips. "Okay."
Auren slowly traced down the line of her body. Kissing her breasts tenderly, touching them reverently. When his lips were at her stomach, he gently rolled up her thin sleep shirt and looked up at her, blonde hair hanging in his face and Star glowing softly. He looked like an angel.
Yet he grinned like a devil.
He smirked up at her lazily, pressed his lips to her belly, and kissed her so sweetly. She shuddered. He sensed she liked it, so he did it again, drawing a soft sigh from her lips.
She lost herself in the feel of his hands gently keeping her thighs apart, even when she wanted to close her legs as he slowly moved further down her body. Until his mouth was right at her core and the only thing separating them was fabric and she felt lightheaded and her heart pounded and—
Auren pressed a kiss to her cloth-covered center.
Rin’s head fell back against the couch. "Oh god."
"Not a god. The Celestials," Auren said, and she felt his lips move against her. "And me."
She lifted her head to look down at him between her thighs.
She lost all her confidence. And where she lost it, he had found it.
Because the male between her legs was not the Soul Searcher she knew.
He was like some graceful predator, using all of his immortal, honed strength to fixate on his next prey: her.
Sensation came in snapshots.
Him, rolling down her shorts, leaving her in only her panties. His fingers toying with the elastic hugging her hipbones. His lips following the path they made. His nose pressing hesitantly to the wet material clinging to her heat. The sounds he made as he breathed her in.
Cool air rushed over her bare center as he removed her panties.
She covered her eyes.
"Your Soul is mine. Nothing about you can be hidden from me, Vesperin."
She shook her head, feeling his breath there.
Then his fingers. Gentle at first. She was used to being touched there, but never by Auren—not his slow, teasing, almost torturous brushes. As if he wanted to punish her for refusing to look at him.
"Uncover your eyes," came his voice.
Rin let her hand drop to her side. She panted as she stared up at the ceiling, the twisting shadows cast from the firelight.
"You still want this from me?" Auren’s voice held a fragile note.
"Yes… but only if you beg me." She would commit to the role she’d forged between them.
"I will always beg you. With words." His fingers teased the juncture of her thigh. "With touch. Let me taste my Soulbond. You have kept me waiting for so long."
With that, he kissed her between her legs, and she was undone.
Auren’s mouth moved slowly, betraying his lack of experience, but just like kissing her mouth, he paid attention to every hitch of her breath and the stuttering of her pulse, using it to know when to repeat an action, when to deepen it, or when to change pace.
She’d never felt anything like it. As her back arched off the couch and her fingers tangled in his hair, desperate for an anchor, she felt her eyes prick with tears at the rush of sensation.
She gasped his name in repeated cries as she shattered on his tongue.
Auren hummed against her, and she felt the vibrations rippling through her trembling core.
Her breathing was so loud.
He pressed one last kiss to her center, lingering, before gently lying atop her again. His lips shone. His eyes were such a vibrant blue as he stared down into hers.
"Was I… good for you?"
Rin leaned up, pressing her lips to his. He tasted sweet. "Yes."
"It was not enough. Please. I need to—" Auren broke off. Again. As if words died on his lips.
She cupped his jaw. "Use me, Auren. Take from me. If you cannot tell me, forget with me, in me."
He nodded roughly, then removed her shirt, leaving her nude beneath him, while he was still clothed. She felt like something to be taken, used, yet he treasured her. She felt it in each touch.
His nostrils flared, light hair falling over his brow. She reached up and pushed it back, wanting nothing to obscure his face from her. He leaned into her touch, eyes traveling down her heaving breasts and pink nipples, to her flat stomach, then between her parted thighs. She kept them open.
"Beautiful. You are beautiful, Vesperin Vox. I am honored to be your Soulbond."
He pushed himself off her, sitting back to tug his shirt off. He folded it neatly and placed it on the floor. She huffed, but all her amusement died as he reached for the waistband of his pants.
"Forgive me if I am not what you wanted. I do not know—"
Rin sat up, covering his hands with hers. "You were what I wanted far before I met you, Auren."
With her leading, she helped him push his pants down. He was bare beneath. She didn’t let him carefully fold them away; she dropped them in a soft heap on the floor. He was nude atop her. And so gorgeous. Like some sculpture.
She felt his honed muscles ripple beneath her searching palms. Her touch stilled right above his cock, curving upward to his stomach.
"Can I touch you?" she whispered.
Auren nodded, voice lost.
She traced her shaking fingers over him, flinching when his whole body jerked.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No. It is a lot. You could never hurt me."
He settled atop her, his entire form pressing against her—where he was hard, she was soft and pliant.
She felt him nudge between her thighs, and he groaned above her. It ignited something within her again, that greedy, wanton thing.
"Don’t forget," she breathed. "You have to beg me. Beg me to let you have me."
His forehead fell to hers. "Please, the girl with Stars in her eyes." He pressed his lips to her ear, and she felt his words in her marrow. "Let me inside you. Take me into you."
She felt her wetness dribble down the inside of her thighs. Her lips parted, but her voice was gone—like his. She nodded instead.
She felt him press harder against her. No matter how many times she did this—took someone inside her—it always made her tense up at the unnatural feel of baring herself to someone, of letting someone into her. In body and Soul.
She reached for Auren, wanting to touch, but he took her wrists in one hand and pinned her arms above her head. She gasped. "Auren—"
"You made me beg. Now I wish to make you beg." He kept her wrists held there as his other swept between them. His finger pressed into her core, and she was too sensitive, moaning softly. "You will have to tell me if it is too much. I never wish to hurt you."
"You won’t."
He pushed up into her slowly, testing her just as he’d tested her lips and her core—the same place his mouth had been as he listened to the rising cadence of her pleasured sighs, now being speared open by something much thicker and longer than his tongue.
She stretched around him as he seated himself fully inside her.
Outside the windows, tree leaves swayed, and further beyond, the moon winked in knowing.
She lost herself in the feel of him, moving inside. In and out. Spearing her open, then leaving her empty, before he repeated it.
She curled into his chest like a wilting flower as she came.
She shuddered and gasped his name, white hair sticking to her cheeks, hands still stretched above her, bordering on discomfort.
With his free hand, he cradled her cheek, lifting her head from where she’d tucked it against his chest. "You are alright?"
"Yes." Her voice was hoarse.
"Then hold on. I want to finish inside you."
Each thrust hit some place deep inside her, punching gasps out of her chest. He came with a strangled groan, head falling into the crook of her neck, hot breath fanning across her flushed skin.
His fist landed on the couch beside her head, as if he could not contain the pleasure inside him and needed another outlet besides the ropes of his release she took into herself.
They stayed that way for some time. Her arms tingled, bloodless. But she didn’t want to move.
Eventually, Auren’s breathing evened, and he lifted his head.
His Star was glowing.
"Your Star…"
Auren lowered her hands between them, and blood filled her tingling limbs, making her wince. "It is no longer a concern of mine." He let her hands go, and there were red imprints on her wrist from his touch. He stared at them for a long while, silent, and she hated that.
"It’s okay. I loved it, Auren." Her lashes fluttered. "I love you."
He kissed the marks on her wrist. "I love you, Vesperin. My Soul is yours."
Rin’s voice was achingly soft, as if she spoke too loudly, she’d splinter the wooden walls. "What did you mean—it’s no longer your concern?"
Auren kissed each of her fingertips. "I—" His breath cooled her palm. "I have a new charge on Earth."
He pulled out of her then, and she winced. He’d made a perfect space for himself inside her, and without him, she felt empty and aching.
Auren grabbed a blanket and settled beside her, enveloping her. She was pressed against the back cushions, snug and safe. She sighed, bundling the blanket to her chin and breathing it in. It smelled like him. His whole home did.
Now that she’d seen the place he called home, she realized more about him. He was dutiful and reserved, finding solace in the quiet. He was a mountain with snow settled on the highest peak, untouchable. She wanted to be the sun that warmed him from above.
He wrapped his arm around her, pressing her close. She rested her cheek on his shoulder, feeling his come slowly begin to drip out of her.
"Did you forget?" she asked, lips pressed to his bare shoulder.
Auren was silent for so long she thought he’d fallen asleep.
"No," he finally said. "I did not."
Auren would never forget the taste of Vesperin on his tongue, nor would he forget the sounds she made as he moved inside her tight warmth.
This was the thing he had been deprived of for centuries. Now he had it, and he was undeniably changed.
With his Soulbond in his arms, her soft little sighs and contented huffs as he kept her curled tightly into him, her small toes brushing his bare leg every so often, he wondered if he could freeze time.
Could he call back the Celestial who made him swear an oath? Could he drop to his knees and beg for something in return for the knowledge he’d been given?
It was a foolish thought, not at all like him. He was a disciplined Soul Searcher. Could he not be selfish just this once?
A bitter thought welled inside him as he rubbed his thumb over her bare shoulder.
He hoped the Celestial had watched. A shadow could not know the intimacies of the flesh, forced to always watch and wonder.
Auren had something a god did not.
"I have never felt like this before. I have been chasing this since I first took up my scythe—pleasure, pain.
Together." Auren kissed the top of Vesperin’s head.
"You tasted so sweet. You felt so right.
This is better than the Stars." Anger filled his eyes again as he stared up at the ceiling.
"I would rather pray to your taste, the altar between your thighs, than the Celestials.
If they smite me, so be it. Let them." His lips curved into a mocking half-grin. "I am unafraid."