CHAPTER EIGHTEEN #3
I looked at him. The torchlight made him look younger than he was, or older: it was difficult to say which with Vaelen. He existed at an angle to his own age that I’d never entirely understood.
“Because.”
“Because isn’t an answer.”
I looked over at him and smiled. “Yet it’s the only one you’re going to get from me.”
“Evil woman,” he play-moaned. “Perhaps if you turn me away tonight, I won’t be so willing to take no for an answer.”
I raised one brow at him. “You do realize I could turn you into rat shit if I so chose?”
He took the steps that separated us but made no move to touch me. He just stood a few inches from me and made me look up at him because he was so much taller. I was sure he did so on purpose.
“Why does the idea of being turned into rat excrement sound so... divine when coming from your delectable mouth?”
“Because you’re an idiot.”
-MORGAN-
My room was cold. I hadn’t banked the fire before I left, and it had burned down to embers while the war council swallowed the morning whole.
But I wasn’t cold, probably owing to the fact that Vaelen’s cock was buried as far as it would go inside me, and I was busily grinding against his stomach as I rode him.
“You are a fucking goddess, do you know that?” he asked as he gripped both of my tits and squeezed them.
“Yes, I’m quite aware.”
I paused my grinding and lifted off him, hovering just over the head of his sizable appendage.
“Please put me back in.”
I chuckled down at him. There was just something about Vaelen that made me want to laugh at him. He was the biggest pain in the ass; yes, that was true. But there was also something so boyish and charming about him that made one want to forget how irritating he could be.
I grabbed his erection and held it right at my opening. Then I inched down on it until just the tip was consumed by my flesh.
“Vaelen, I think there’s... there’s something wrong with the veil.”
He looked up at me, then at his cock. “What’s wrong with it? Looks hard enough to me.”
“Not your prick, you fool, the veil.”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“I don’t know exactly,” I answered as I lowered myself another inch down his shaft, and he started to reach for my hips, but I gave him the look of death, and he stopped. “It feels... thin.”
Not thin in the way it sometimes got during a solstice or a death tide, when the boundary between the living world and what lay beneath it wore down to translucence before restoring itself.
This was different. This was the difference between fabric worn at the elbows and fabric pulled over something that was growing.
It felt stretched.
The oldest part of me remembered the forging of the veil. Not with memory, exactly: I hadn’t been there; only Nymera had at that point, but with the kind of knowledge that lives in blood and bone rather than mind. The part of me that was older than my name.
That part was afraid.
“It feels like something on the other side of the veil is pressing its hands against the membrane of the world and pushing.”
“Fuck,” he groaned as he dropped his head back and tried to buck his hips to get more of his cock into me, but I pulled away from him. “I wish you’d let me push against the membrane of your world.”
He opened one eye, and I couldn’t help my laugh. I took another inch of him into myself, and he groaned his approval.
“My ravens brought me another dead bird.”
Vaelen looked up at me then. “My dear, with all due respect—and you know how much respect I harbor for you—can we please discuss this at some other time? At the moment,
my man brain can only register the need to shove my cock all the way inside that incredibly tight and wet cunt of yours until you beg me to stop.”
He didn’t allow me to answer but gripped me by the hips and flipped me over so I was now on my back. Then, grabbing onto the backs of both of my thighs, he pushed my legs forward so they were alongside my ears. Then he glanced down at my slit.
“Gods, that is the most perfect cunt I’ve ever seen.” Then he glanced back up at me. “And you know I’ve seen quite a few.”
I rolled my eyes. “Vaelen...”
“It’s just... well, it’s exquisite, really. That color—fuchsia, is that what you call it? Gods above, I just... bloody hell, I just need to taste it.”
Then he started lowering himself until his nose was right outside my opening.
“Just stick my tongue inside and taste that ambrosia.”
I laughed as he did exactly that and started licking me from clit to opening before shoving his tongue inside and fucking me with it.
After I couldn’t take any more, I gripped his hair and thrust his head up. “Fuck me.”
“Yes, my lady, right away, my lady.”
Then he held my thighs in place like he’d had them before, so I was completely spread to him, and shoved his ample erection all the way inside me while I moaned out my pleasure. He fucked me in long, hard strokes just the way I liked it.
“I want to cum inside you, fill you up until you’re overflowing with my seed.”
“Don’t get any ideas about giving me your child.”
He looked me straight in the eyes. “Morgan, if I could, I’d father all your children. And keep you on your back for the rest of your life while I did just that.”