Chapter 46
Sage
I slid my finger upwards, unhooking it from Von’s waistband, his skin smooth and taut. And oh, so masculine. I was a lucky, lucky girl. My hands drifted to the hem of his tunic, curling into the black fabric. I lifted it up, pulling his shirt over his head, and discarded it on the floor.
At the sight of him, my breath quickened, while his remained slow and steady. Controlled. It was the very nature of his being. And I’d grown to love every bit of it. Of him.
Heavy, sculpted muscle rested beneath a layer of ink-marked skin, illuminated by the caress of moonlight. His body was a lethal weapon, honed to perfection, built to command and forged to slaughter.
And right now, that was sort of what it felt like he was doing to me—
“Don’t hyperventilate, love,” he teased, a coy twist to his sexy mouth, showing off his deadly incisors .
“I’m not,” I lied poorly, trying to calm my frantic, giddy heart.
I ran my fingers over his abs, tracing the steely ridges, his flesh warm against mine, inviting.
Gaze lifting, I paused my advance when I saw the new addition across the breadth of his chest—a crescent moon. Twin to my own, but much, much bigger, and it was completely white. It rested upon a canvas of black ink, making it stand out.
My hand slid upward, and I traced the new tattoo, taking my time with it.
“I thought the moon was fitting. It reminds me of you, particularly the day of your creation, when I stole you for the first time,” Von said, his voice low. Seductive. And outright illegal, filling my thoughts with bad, bad things. Things we most definitely were going to do—tonight.
“It’s perfect.” I buried my teeth into my bottom lip, unable to stop myself from smiling. Releasing it, I admitted, “I quite like seeing my brand on you.”
His large hand wrapped around my side, and he pulled me closer in one, swift move.
His thumb brushed underneath my breast, across the delicate design.
“As I enjoy seeing mine on you.” Our gaze connected, and his eyes turned molten.
His voice dropped on octave. “I’m trying to be patient, love, to let you have your time to get to know my body again, but my pants are becoming increasingly uncomfortable. ”
We both looked down—
Sure enough, his hard and ready cock waited below, pressed firmly against his pants, straining against the seam, ready to be released.
Desire trickled through my body, pooling at my sex.
My fingers drifted down his abdomen, anticipation swelling as I began to unlace the strings from his pants.
The fabric fell to the side, leaving one final layer between me and him.
I shifted the cloth down along with his pants, allowing his proud length to spring free.
It bobbed, reaching past his belly button.
Powerful veins thrummed beneath his taut skin, drawing my attention to the tattoo of my lips. Still there, just as he had said.
“It’s larger than I remember,” I acknowledged rather honestly, looking up at him and stealing another glance at his incredible naked body as his shadows swam around his pants, dissolving them completely.
The God of Death in all his glory.
Like the big bad wolf come to life, he leaned forward, his heated breath gliding across my skin as he growled softly, “All the better to fuck you with.”
My core clenched, aching for him to do just that.
But first?
First, I needed a taste.
Like a good queen, I got down on my knees for him, my dark, dominating king. Now, it was my turn to show him my respect, my servitude. My devotion.
I slid my fingers around his length, feeling the unfathomably hard ridges and thick, prominent veins pulsating with power. My hand looked so small in comparison, my ivory skin against his darkly tanned flesh .
“Sage,” he groaned as I started to stroke him, feeling the softness of his skin and the hardness of the granite beneath it.
I swept my tongue along the smooth tip, tasting the briny flavor of him. My eyes rolled back. Incredible. My hand continued to pump him in smooth, rhythmic motions as I tongued the slit in his tip, stirring a throaty, carnal moan from him. I craved to hear that sound again and again.
Licking my lips, I took his length in my mouth.
He gathered my hair, clenching it in one tight fist. “Such a good wife,” he purred.
His praise had me wanting to please him more.
So, I took him deeper. The masculine sounds coming from him sent me into a frenzy as I sucked and licked and tried everything within my power to make the controlling male come undone. I wanted him roaring at my touch.
Just when I was certain he was about to orgasm, he stopped me by giving my hair a gentle tug. Black, smoldering eyes met mine. “Stand up, Little Goddess. It’s my turn now.”
Half-dazed on pleasuring him, I did as he asked.
I released his length from my mouth and stood.
His hand wrapped around my jaw, and he tugged my mouth up to his.
His lips moved against mine, coaxing mine open, filling my mouth with his hot tongue.
His hand slid down the length of my body, his touch speaking on behalf of his nefarious intentions.
Stopping at my hip, his fingers locked in place, he maneuvered me so my back faced the window, steering me toward it .
Our mouths were ravenous, desperate and demanding. It was a game of cat and mouse, constant teasing and toying. My hands slid over his body, desperate for every inch of him, for all his hardness pressed up against my softness.
Reaching the window, he pushed the cup off the windowsill, sending it flying. It smashed onto the street below. Von lifted me, setting me on the sill, the wood frame just barely wide enough to hold me.
I clutched on to him as his mouth began to work its way down from mine, sucking and licking, tasting and teasing. He dragged his long canines along my neck, scraping the skin, stirring it awake.
I extended my neck to him, offering him my blood.
He pressed a soft kiss against my sensitive skin, his heated breath fanning over it. “Tonight, I’m not going to feed from your neck, Little Goddess.”
“But isn’t blood necessary for us to restore the bond?” I asked, looking at him.
“It is, but I’m going to drink from you elsewhere.”
“Where?” I breathed, voice barely audible.
A sly grin appeared on his lips. “You’ll find out.” He ran his long, ringed fingers between my breasts. “You’re sticky from the spirits.”
“I am.” I arched into his touch.
“I have just the thing to clean you.” Lowering his face to my breasts, he ran his tongue between them in one, long sweep. He did it again. His eyes stayed fixed on me, driving me wild as he cleaned my freshly inked skin with his long, wicked tongue .
He began to move his way down my torso, biting and nipping, licking and sucking. His fingers dipped between my legs, rubbing circles on my clit, stroking pleasure into me with each tantalizing swirl.
I moaned, my hips rolling as I rode his hand. I could feel my wetness dripping from my center, slickening in eager anticipation. My hands gripped his shoulders, my core pulsing with desire, looking for something to clench around.
“Von,” I begged, voice saturated with desperation.
My fingernails bit into his skin as he inserted two fingers into my sex, answering my plea. He curled them inside me, hitting that sacred spot that made my eyes cross. He lowered onto his knees, his commanding tongue pleasuring that sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Ahhh,” I cried out, tipping my head back. The cool breeze brushed across my heated flesh, swirling across my skin, touching me everywhere.
I knew it was because of him.
He pulled his fingers out, and my walls stuttered at the loss of him.
He held them up for both of us to see.
Tattooed fingers were covered in my arousal, dripping down his wedding ring, painting the black-silver metal in the evidence of my need for him. His eyes locked with mine as he raised his fingers to his sexy mouth. Opening his lips, he slid his fingers inside, tasting me.
“Mmm,” a deep, carnal growl sounded from him as he sucked on his fingers.
Seeing Von taste me like that , it made me feral .
He slid his fingers from his mouth, and purred, “Just like apples.”
Then, he lowered his face back to my sex.
His fingers parted my lips, and he plunged his tongue into my center.
His hands slid to my thighs, gripping them with bruising strength, keeping me there as he devoured me.
A dark symphony of throaty, masculine sounds came from him as he fucked me with his long, dominating tongue.
I gasped and moaned as he worked me toward my climax. Like a dam breaking open, a flood of arousal released from me as I came undone. Von lapped up every drop, and his eyes began to glow a brilliant, vibrant green.
Seeing the beautiful color return made pride swell within me.
“I need you ,” I groaned softly, voice etched with animalistic hunger.
He raised his head, licking his lips—a dark predator who had just feasted on his prey.
His hand released my leg, and his fingers found my swollen clit, sparks of lightning erupting at his touch.
“You need to show me you can take three of my fingers, love, before I’m going to give you my cock. I’m not going to break you.” His fingers slid down my slick center, entering me. “At least not tonight.”
I gasped at the delicious feel of him, my body aching for more.
“Von,” I panted as he slid them in and out before he aligned his third. He pressed it in, filling me ever so deliciously. There was a bit of pressure, my walls being forced to stretch around him, to accommodate what the dark god was offering.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised as he worked me like that for a short time, preparing me for what was next.
Removing his fingers from my sex, he stood, his body towering over mine.
Stars above, he was big .
He slid his fingers over his length, smearing my wetness on it. He tilted his hips, angling his sex to mine. Tattooed cock in tattooed hand, he ran his crown along my slit.