40. Chapter 40
40
Graysen
W ychthorn’s elbows gave out, and she slumped upon the bed, but this time I didn’t bark at her to get back up. Her wild hair was sexily mussed from all the thrashing she had done, ensnared within a world of sensuality. Pale strands were caught across the thick lashes that fringed her blissed-out gaze, and I leaned over to carefully brush them away. She bodily shuddered and moaned throatily as I continued to pleasure her with swift, deep pumps of my fingers. Intently watching those glacial eyes of hers, half-hooded and clouded with desire, I drank in the vulnerability swirling in their depth, the confusion over who I was, what I was doing, and how I made her feel. I could see it in her gaze, taste it on my tongue, how much she wanted it, wanted me.
I’d allow her to get close to shattering, then withdraw my fingers, kiss her inner thighs, or lick her sweat-slick belly until desperate and angry for that elusive climax I denied her, she’d let loose a string of curses, some of it in Balinese. She’d even given me a fucking foot in the face and bared her teeth at me.
Gods, she was so responsive. She loved every single thing I did to her.
I played with her body, wanting to know what would make her combust. And I wasn’t done with her yet. This…her here with me…I wanted to savor it. I wanted to draw out that impending climax. I didn’t want just one from her—I wanted another. Then another. Until she was a boneless, sticky mess.
I’d discovered a whispering gentle touch made her pussy quiver. But a tweak or nip or bite of her nipples; a pinch or a rough rub on her clit; made her pussy grip my fingers so tightly I thought I’d never get free. And she grew slicker and slicker with every dirty word I whispered into her ear, her hips moving in time with my thrusts and her husky moans becoming growls.
Hells yes .
My little bird’s perfect.
She warred with me mentally and physically, and it was turning my world upside down and inside out.
Like a bastard, I held her right there, right on the edge. I really wanted to have her come all over my tongue, but for her first time, I needed to see her fall apart and detonate. It was a heady feeling—she was mine and I, only I, was going to make her completely unravel beneath my touch. An insatiable need burned through my veins to hear her crying out my name, surprising me.
But shouldn’t I know that?
How many times had I given in to my darkest craving?
When I lost myself in too much whiskey, I’d purposely pick a petite blond eager to fuck me, and when I did, I always rode them from behind, Nelle’s pretty face filling my mind as I imagined their pussy clenching my cock was hers, my name they moaned, was her voice, the hitch in their breath before they came, hers too.
I craved her.
I always had.
Lowering my head, I tipped my forehead against Nelle’s, and we shared a breath right before I kissed her, tasting that tantalizing sunshine as my tongue caressed hers. That sparking sensation, that always charged between us, buzzed beneath my skin in rapturous pulses, sweeping from the top of my head to my toes, driving our twin-heartbeats faster. This was nothing, nothing , I’d ever experienced with any other woman. Like the magic-infused drugs we sold through the cartels, this was addicting. I wanted more from my little bird—I wanted everything.
The air in the bedroom was growing hotter. Or is that me, us, or her ? Both of us were sweat-slick and greedy for one another. Beneath my roaming hand, my thumb circling her clit, Wychthorn was a panting, writhing mess.
“Beg, little bird.” If she did, begged sweetly enough, I’d give it to her.
She squeezed her eyes shut and jerked her head from side to side—no.
Hells, she was stubborn, Nelle Wychthorn.
Her breath hitched. She gave a full-body shudder.
My heart raced as fast as her own.
Her eyes flared open, fixed on mine, and I watched her pupils eat her iris, changing them from gray to black. Would my own be the same? As they’d done in the swimming hole?
She was right there, about to come all over my fingers. And this time, I was going to let her trip over the edge.
I flicked her clit roughly with the pad of my thumb and gently bit her nipple .
Then—
She detonated—
Just fucking detonated!
Her spine bowed off the bed, her throat arching as her teeth clacked together. Her black eyes rolled back as her mouth gaped wide and she screamed out in ecstasy.
It was the best sound ever. One I wanted to hear again and again. And I did something I’ve never done before, not with any other woman—
I fucking blew my load in my briefs like an inexperienced schoolboy, simply by looking at her, touching her, listening to her orgasm.
Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck—
I fisted my cock in the sticky, cum-soaked boxer briefs, and jerked out my orgasm along with hers.
Holy hellsgate!
Her inner walls milked my fingers like she’d milk my cock when I was buried inside. I curved my fingers, rubbing purposefully into that magical spot that had her huffing and riding her climax to a higher peak. Her hot, velvety pussy squeezed hard. Tight. So tight. It was going to blow my mind when I finally sank into her. And I. Could. Not. Wait.
She let out a second shrill scream, and a pulse of dark energy exploded through the room—
Shuddering my bones—
Shaking the bed—
Shivering through the walls—
Jostling the windows.
And the bed caught fire.
Literally. The bed was on fire.
Shit, the bed’s on fire!
Silver flames danced along the rumpled quilt. I jumped off the bed, shock slamming my heart against my ribcage.
What the…?!
Nelle was still riding that orgasm, flushed and trembling and caught in that erotic world of bliss, completely unaware of the pale flames surrounding her. The fire singed her dress, but seemingly didn’t scorch her flesh.
And like an idiot, I stared in astonishment, my mouth slack in appreciation of how crazy and yet beautiful this moment was. It was like the catacombs. Pale silver fire…like starlight, moonlight…flames licking all around her flushed, naked body . She looked like a goddess. I wanted to sink to my knees and worship this girl.
Furls of dark smoke drifted toward the ceiling.
The smoke alarms!
Shit, shit, shit—
I lunged and yanked that quilt from beneath Nelle like I was a magician performing a party trick. Fisting the fireball of melting fabric, the stench of burning cotton irritating my nostrils, I dashed for the bathroom and tossed it into the shower, dousing it under a flood of water. The flames hissed and died.
What. The. Actual…?
I stared in disbelief at the sodden, charred mess of material.
What is she?
Roughly scrubbing my face with my palms, I raked a hand through my hair. I had no idea what she was. But she was far more powerful than my family ever suspected. After witnessing and experiencing her orgasm with the eruption of silver fire, I wondered if her emotions were tied to whatever she was.
And that unbidden thought had guilt clawing my insides.
Leave it. Today, tonight… Leave it alone.
So I shoved those unwanted thoughts down deep and locked them away to deal with another time.
Gods, I was a mess. I stripped my sweatpants off along with my sticky boxer briefs, tossing them into the wash basket. It only took a second of consideration before I shrugged my t-shirt off too.
Cleaning myself up, I leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom, arms crossed, one ankle hitched over the other, and soaked Wychthorn in. She was lying where I’d left her, staring up at the ceiling, one hand splayed across her chest, the other threaded through her messy hair as if trying to make sense of what she’d experienced. Her limbs were still quivering in the aftershocks of her orgasm. A sheen of sweat glistened on her skin, and strands of blond hair stuck to her temple and over her breasts that rose and fell with her panting breath.
She was beautiful. Utterly breathtaking.
Lithe limbed and proportional for her tiny height.
Gods, and those perfect tits. Those perky, pink-tipped tits and that firm round ass. I wanted to spend a lazy afternoon tasting every single inch of her honeyed skin.
And I grew hard as stone for her, all over again.
Her gaze slid to mine, still lust-addled. She blinked rapidly, her mouth falling open, and I could see all the crazy confused thoughts swirling around in her head: Oh my gods, what happened? Did I? Did he? Did that just happen?
And then, slowly dawning—
Holy shit, he’s naked!
A hand flew to cover her eyes. “I’m not ready for that,” she croaked out. One hand waved out in a sort of general direction, missing me entirely since she’d squeezed her eyes shut beneath the other hand. “Put something on!”
Un-fucking-likely!
Sunshine still coated my tongue from when I’d plunged it into her tight pussy and swirled her swollen clit. I wanted more of that soul-healing sunshine. More of everything she could give me.
What I really wanted was her tiny little hands wrapped around my cock. I wanted to feel her fingers sliding up and down, her perfect lips and hot, wet mouth engulfing me, tongue laving as she sucked me off. But it would seem she wasn’t ready for that, not yet.
Striding to my saddle bag hitched over an armchair, I fished out a pair of boxer briefs, tugging them on as my hard-on strained and fought to be free of the confining fabric.
The sheets were soft beneath my knees and hands as I crawled onto the bed to stretch out beside her and ran a hand up and down her silken side, marveling at the goosebumps appearing under my palm everywhere my touch lingered. She tensed, clamping her legs together and yanking her skirt down before hauling up the dress’s top to hide her breasts from me. Doing it all, while keeping her other hand pressed over her eyes because she was too shy to deal with my almost-nakedness and my erection eagerly tapping her on the thigh.
I tsked, purposely rolling closer, my body pressing against her side. She jolted. Jolted again when I pried her tense hand free. “Graysen,” she pleaded with her eyes squeezed shut and her cute nose scrunched.
I ran a fingertip down her graceful neck to the divot at the base of her throat. “There. There’s the name you need to scream.”
Because it actually pissed me right off, she didn’t cry my name.
But this was the tug of war between us. She never gave an inch, and truth be told, I didn’t want her any other way.
Slowly opened her eyes, her gray irises meeting my blacks. The pupils had waned back to normal, and she winced, her gaze flitting away, back to me, then away again. Embarrassment scorched her cheeks that rosy hue I like so much, and she couldn’t quite hold my gaze. Her teeth chewed on the corner of her mouth, and I could see the muscles in her legs and core bunching as she readied to bolt.
Shy. My little bird was shy. A look I’d never seen on her before. Never tasted before.
I needed to stop her overthinking. I needed her to go back to that place where it was just us and pure blissful pleasure. Rolling over, I straddled her legs and sat upright. Before she could react or ask what I was doing, I grabbed hold of her dress’s neckline and shredded the dress right down the middle.
“ What the fuck?! ” she shrieked, jerking up in shock.
I ripped the ruined material from her, bunching it up in my fists before throwing it toward the bathroom, feeling satisfied she was once more naked—fully naked this time.
Nelle wriggled free and escaped, diving beneath the sheets, and glared. “Will you stop doing that?!”
I grinned. Because, yeah, no. There was no way I was going to let her hide herself from me with that sheet of pale green, either. I tugged on it.
She held on like it was her last lifeline.
“Wychthorn,” I warned.
“No,” she bit back.
“I’m wearing boxer briefs.” I snapped the waistband, drawing her gaze there.
She blinked slowly, incapable of tearing her big wide eyes from my thick cock straining the material taut, and the abrupt spike of the scent of her arousal tickled my nostrils and made my grin grow broader.
“I-I…I-I’m… uh…ah… ” she stuttered, staring at my erection. Her whole body slackened, unable to string together a cohesive sentence.
Gotcha!
I ripped the sheet from her. She gave a shrill shriek—then she frowned momentarily before rolling her eyes, giving in, and lying back down. She waved at me to join her.
Practically giddy with excitement, because hells yes there was a lot more fun for us to experience tonight, I stretched over the top of her, caging her smaller body with my own larger one. I delighted in the sharp intake of her breath as my hardness pressed against her soft curves while I sighed with pleasure. Gods, skin to skin, it felt like nothing else. I fucking craved it. I craved her. Worryingly, I didn’t want to leave this girl. This girl I was never meant to have. Not this way.
Stop!
Don’t think about that shit!
She stiffened beneath me, her frown returning. Blond tresses tumbled down her shoulders as she raised her head and sniffed the air. Her freckles were stark on her sweat-glistening cheeks. Gray eyes slid to mine. “What is that? Smoke?”
“You set the bed on fire.”
She levered up by her elbows, forcing me to rear back slightly. She shot me an astonished look. A sharp line formed between her brows. “ What? ” Glancing about, taking in the fact the quilt was gone, shock flared within the depth of her eyes, the thick lashes fluttering with startlement. “I set the bed on fire?”
I grinned. “Holy fuck, Wychthorn, is this going to happen every time I blow your fucking mind?” What the hells would happen when I finally buried myself inside her—would she burn the whole mansion down?
Worry creased deep lines into Wychthorn’s features. She rubbed her temple anxiously, before glancing away and hissing, “Shit.”
I tried to reassure her, running a hand softly across her slender shoulder. “Don’t worry about it.” I mean, we did need to worry about it, if there was going to be a repeat—and there sure as fuck was—but I refused to give it any headspace this evening.
“But, I—”
And I silenced those thoughts, taking advantage of her turned head, by pressing a soft kiss in the crook of her neck and gently scraping my teeth along her collarbone, smiling when I heard the sharp intake of breath before my name was loosened on a sultry moan. “Graysen.” Hells, I loved the sound of my name on her lips.
Nelle moaned again, arching into my touch as I kissed and licked and bit my way upward while gliding a hand up and down her side. “More, little bird. I want more. And I know you do too.”
She made a strangled noise in the back of her throat as I traced a fingertip over the soft swell of her breast, drawing tight circles around her peaked nipple, and flicking the tip with my thumb.
Her whole body jerked, and I groaned at the silken feel of her skin crushed against my own. She bit down on her lower lip, but she could not swallow back the husky moans that had my throbbing cock flexing against the heat of her pussy. I soothed the burning of her nipple with a gentle roll of my fingertips and nuzzled her neck. “This time when I fuck you with my tongue, you will be crying my name,” I promised, “until you’re dripping down my chin and making a sticky mess of the sheets beneath your sweet. Fucking. Ass.”
Nelle stiffened. She spun her head my way, gaping in shock. Scowling, she roughly shoved me away with a shoulder. “Gods, you and your filthy mouth,” she hissed, exasperated.
Oh…
Too much, too soon?
She flopped back down and stared up at the ceiling, an arm flung over her forehead. “I can’t believe some of the things you whispered in my ear. Seriously. You are so dirty.”
Yes. I. Was.
“Which one? Fucking you against the wall, or painting your ass pink with my han—”
She jerked forward and slapped a hand across my mouth. “No, you don’t.”
I mumbled between her fingers, “I particularly liked you bent over a couch, tips of your toes an inch from the grou—”
She shrieked and slapped a second hand across my mouth.
I wrenched my head free and cocked an eyebrow. “Watching those pretty gray eyes of yours as I slide inside—”
“Graysen!”
My gaze narrowed and I twisted my lips to one side, annoyed.
Why was she trying to deny what she liked?
Swiping at the strands of hair cascading down her chest, I pinched a silky lock and twirled it around my finger before tugging sharp enough to bring her gaze back to mine. “You like it.”
She huffed, glaring with indignation.
I ran a finger down the slope of her straight nose, then flicked the tip. She batted my hand away, bared her teeth and hissed.
“You like my filthy mouth, little bird,” I growled.
Frustration rolled off her in blistering waves. Frustration for me, for sure, but mostly for herself, because she was turned on so much the erotic scent of hers perfumed the air and was soaking into my pores. And she knew it too.
But still, she fought it, fought me. “No, I don’t,” she snapped. And the tang of her lie sliding all over my tongue was a sticky taste of honey.
“Your body betrays you, little bird.” Pressing forward and shoving her back against the mattress, I licked up her throat in a straight line right for her ear. She made a breathy sigh, then gasped as I tugged at her earlobe with my teeth. She rubbed her thighs together and her spine bowed as I breathed hot words against the shell of her ear. “I felt your pussy pulsing around my fingers when I nipped or bit.” I pulled away to see her better as I made a point of flaring my nostrils, cocking an arrogant eyebrow. “I can scent your desire. ”
“Not fair,” she grouched, her cheeks growing pinker by the second. But she was subtly wriggling her ass beneath me because I was firing up her lust again. I almost groaned as her rolling hips pushed her sex against my hard-as-iron cock.
“You like a little pain with pleasure. You like my dirty words. Everything I whispered, wound you tighter and tighter and you, little bird, clenched my fingers so tightly I wasn’t even sure I’d get my hand back from your pussy.”
That flush of hers deepened to a fiery red. Chagrined, she averted her gaze, her mouth a thin line as she plucked at the Egyptian cotton sheets beneath us. Conflicting emotions warred across her face.
“Trust me—sweet, kind, and gentle are not for you, little bird.”
Thank the gods.
“How would I know if I’ve never experienced it?” she pouted, an accusing glint in her irritated gaze.
“Because you’re exactly like me. And you know it.”
She arched a questioning brow, challenging me.
I gritted out an exasperated hiss and gave her what she wanted. Taking both her hands, I laced our fingers together and lay them down beside her head as I stretched out over the top of her once more. My thumbs brushed back and forth against her soft palms. I took a moment to drink her in, feeling her beneath me, and listen to our hearts beating in time with each other.
Those thick eyelashes fluttered in quick, curious blinks as she stared back, not sure why I wasn’t kissing her already. Lowering my head, I glided my nose against hers as I breathed in her sunshine.
I kissed her. My mouth moved over hers, sweetly. Gently. No tongue. Gave her Prince Charming kisses.
And they weren’t so bad.
As we kissed, I could see her tasting those gentle kisses, assessing and considering, moving her lips along mine in the same way, teasing me with her own soft touches.
Her brow furrowed and her freckled nose scrunched. “I mean… I guess these types of kisses have their place.”
Doesn’t she like —
She bit my lip hard, laughing as she did it.
“ Fuuuck… ” My lip stung, but dark sensuality also made my hips buck into hers at the same time she’d clamped her teeth down on the soft flesh of my lip. The taste of copper flooded my mouth and the metallic tang coated my tongue. My hand went to my lower lip and a smear of scarlet stained my fingertip. She’d bitten my lip. Actually, bit it hard enough to draw blood.
“ Shit, ” she drew out, long and apologetic. A hand clapped over her mouth, muffled her voice. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to bite that hard.”
Wychthorn slowly pushed herself up on her elbows, her pillowy breasts ghosting deliciously against my hard chest, teasing every nerve ending. She stilled and I wondered what was going on inside her head. She cupped the back of my head, tugging at me to meet her the rest of the way.
She lazily licked the blood from my lip before sliding her tongue into my mouth, sucking mine with hungry intensity.
Holy hellsgate.
My toes curled, and heat scorched through my veins at that sensual sensation.
Nelle collapsed against the mattress, her eyes wide as she nervously waited to see what I would do.
Nothing. There was nothing I could do. I simply stared back, just as wide-eyed.
Thank Zrenyth—she’s perfect!
Her straight white teeth flashed as her mouth widened into a crooked grin. Her hungry gaze dipped to my mouth and lust burned the air from my lungs. “Bite me back,” she softly whispered, a tiny hand trailing down my chest.
Is she serious?
Her gray eyes drifted upward to meet my surprised gaze. “You’re a little fucked up,” I whispered back, awed.
She shot me a mischievous grin. “And whose fault is that?”
Feathering her fingers at the nape of my head, she drew me down. Her soft breath fanned my lips and cheeks as I watched her melt into me like I was exactly what she needed to live. Like air to breathe. And she kissed me—
She. Kissed. Me.
Those gorgeous lips of hers moved over mine—possessive and greedy. There was nothing sweet or gentle about the way she practically devoured my mouth.
“Gray—” she murmured, squirming beneath me.
I struck, nipping her back. Her whole body jerked against mine and I loosened a rough groan at the feel of her exquisite naked body.
Gods, this girl. What the hells was she doing to me?
“Oh my…it stings…” she whimpered, clearly torn between regretting what she’d suggested and not really understanding why she liked it so much.
With a flick of my tongue, I soothed her burning lip, before licking up the beads of blood, running it back and forth until I heard her breath catch, then quicken. A gasp. A groan. Her hands tightened on my body. And I pushed my tongue inside her mouth, curling it around hers. The taste of copper deepened with every sensual lick, and something small and golden lit my insides with warmth as her blood slid down my throat.
With a sultry sigh, her fingers dug into my hair as she slung a slender leg over mine, shoving at me to roll us.
I let loose a startled noise. I’d forgotten about that strength of hers.
Now flat on my back, she sat upright, straddling my hips.
The pale bed-mussed hair slipped over her shoulders, the ends cascading over her breasts and coiling downwards to reach her waist. Her chest rose and fell with an excited breath. And with that damned heart-melting crooked grin and lust-drunk gray eyes drinking me in, I knew that’s exactly how she’d look riding my cock. All she needed to do was bounce those glorious tits and cry my name in rapture.
My hands went to her waist, squeezing a little too tight in my eagerness. My name squeaked from her and I blew out a pent-up breath, softened my grip, and murmured an apology. But gods, right at this moment, I wanted her to impale herself on me. My cock was so hard for her it ached in agony. I thrust my hips up, not able to help myself. The sudden movement thrust her upwards and bounced her tits.
Glorious. Utterly glorious, my little bird.
“Did you…” she startled. “You are so not imagining…”
She slapped my chest. She was as sharp as one of my blades.
And when I thrust up again, her hair flailing and sliding around those beautiful tits, her laughter joined mine. “You are so dirty.”
Her laughter slowly died, and her eyes cast downward, those charcoal eyelashes hiding her thoughts. But I tasted a mixture of tart sweetness fizzing on my tongue. Before I could wonder why, she raked her fingernails down my chest, along the ripple of abs, right down, down, down between the sharp lines of my vee disappearing into my boxer briefs.
Fuuuck!
“You like?” she asked softly.
Hellsgate yes!
Her ass squiggled down a little lower, and I feared she was going to bolt. Then her mouth quirked up on one side and a mischievous thought lit her eyes to a smoky hue. I was pinned beneath that lustful gaze, unable to look away as I felt her fingernails slowly, so slowly, scrape my stiff, swollen cock from root to tip.
I sucked in a sharp breath, releasing it in a long, desperate groan, my hips desperate to shift restlessly. My cock throbbed a rapid beat, trying to punch its way through my boxer briefs into her. Oh, it was on. It was so fucking on. I was going to fuck my little bird tonight.
“I read that somewhere and I always wanted to try it,” she whispered shyly.
“Gods, I love that Kindle,” I ground out, every inch of me on fire.
I was going to burn every paperback, every single hard-covered book she owned, so she was only left with that Kindle.
Then she rolled us over again, so I was back on top. She kissed me, both of us moaning each other’s names into one another’s mouths. And I let myself sink beneath her waves and drown in her. This fearless girl who jumped from cliffs, who’d do anything for her sisters. The girl with the hearty laugh and crooked grin, who tasted of sunshine but looked like moonlight. With the acerbic wit, who’d never backed down or let me get away with any -fucking- thing .
Her mouth briefly left mine to nip and kiss and lick my jawline. I groaned, arching my throat to give her better access, and palmed her breasts, kneading them and earning myself a breathless moan and a reckless writhe.
Her hands slid up my chest, rounding my shoulders to link behind my head, pulling me back to meet her parted lips.
Just as I met them—
She stilled—
And something else cut through the blissful haze in those pretty gray eyes of hers, and had a line creasing between her brows. “Graysen?”
Whatever seemed to bother her, I wanted it to stop. I didn’t know why she was looking at me like that. I wanted more of the other. More of that blissed-out look, like I was the center of her entire universe.
At first, I didn’t register her hands moving along my back. Searching. Feeling.
Until she paused at the exact moment, she blinked with recognition.
Oh hells no…no, no, no…