Chapter 20 Huntsman #3
His hands were in my hair. He bared his teeth, flashing elongated canines as he knocked his injured hand again, but when I tried to take it in my hands, to look at it properly, he breathlessly shook his head. “Not yet. I need to feel it a little longer.”
It didn’t make sense to me, but I shrugged, letting him have his pain.
Fisher cradled my lower jaw, gripping my face between his thumb on one side and his index and middle finger on the other.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered.
“You’ve existed in my mother’s drawings for most of my life, but you were never real to me before.
I didn’t believe . . .” His eyes were wide and full of awe.
“I had no idea what you would mean to me. I had no idea what I would do to keep you safe. When I close my eyes, you are all I fucking see, Saeris Fane. I could be dead in the ground five thousand years and the frosts could have taken my bones, and still no other male will ever have loved another female the way that I love you.”
My heart tripped in my chest. Hearing him speak this way? To me? Having him love me like this? It healed me. I wouldn’t have been able to let anyone else do it. The intensity of the emotions I experienced whenever I was with him would have terrified the hell out of me. I would have run.
But it was different with him.
He was larger than life. Stronger. More powerful. He was bigger than the swell I felt in my chest whenever I heard him say those three words.
I.
Love.
You.
He could handle all the bullshit and the complications that came with loving me. He knew me. Saw me. Was capable of holding the both of us together if it all became too much. It was safe to love him back because, no matter what, he was never going to let me fall.
“Please . . .” It hit me out of nowhere: the sudden, awful realization that we didn’t know how long we had together like this.
He could disappear at any moment. I could.
Maybe I’d lost my mind, and I was imagining all of this and none of it was real .
. . but I didn’t want it to end without feeling him inside me first. “I need you,” I said.
I laid my hands flat against his chest, my fingers splayed wide, as if I could reach inside of him and take hold of his very soul. If I could have, I would never have let go.
Fisher’s hand moved from my jaw, traveling down, closing around my throat. His grip wasn’t tight—it was a suggestion of something that could happen, that might happen, if I wanted it to.
“Sinners and martyrs, Little Osha. The things I think about,” he growled.
“If only you knew . . .” I wanted to know.
I wanted to hear all the filthy things he imagined when he thought about me.
I would have asked him to elaborate, but my mate grinned wickedly, swooping down to claim my mouth with his before I could speak.
I want you on all fours for me, Saeris. Crawling . . . he drawled inside my head. Tongue dipping past my lips, past my teeth, he claimed my mouth.
I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back, whimpering.
I want to stand behind you and watch you on your hands and knees. I wanna see your slickness running down the inside of your thighs, your pretty pink little pussy on show for me, aching for my cock.
I pulled back, gasping for air, searching his features and screaming inside at the look of pure need on his face. “You do not get to say things like that and not already be inside me.”
“You’re ready for me?” His expression was one hundred percent serious, but there was a teasing note in his voice.
“Yes.”
“Are you aching for me, Osha?”
“Yes!”
He grinned, then, his whole face lighting up; it was like the sun breaking through the clouds.
“Good girl. Don’t worry. You won’t have to wait much longer.
” Heat filled his eyes, the tiny sliver of quicksilver rimming his eye shifting frantically as he ripped down the front of my shirt, exposing my right breast, then the left.
He cupped the swell of me in his uninjured hand, kneading my flesh, pinching my nipple. Taking my other nipple into his mouth, he sucked, licked, bit, sending me hurtling toward the gates of insanity.
I threw back my head and cracked my skull against the wall.
It didn’t matter.
My blood pounded in my ears.
It roared.
I need you.
I want you.
I need you.
I want you.
The tides of our desire crashed together, consuming us both.
Quickly, he set me down and dropped to his knees, ripping off my boots.
My socks went next, and then my pants. The second he had them past my hips, he buried his face between the apex of my thighs, groaning as he drove his nose and his mouth into my folds, biting at me softly and breathing me in through the thin fabric of my panties.
“Sweet fucking mercy,” he panted. “Kill me. Sit on my face and ride my tongue until I fucking die. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Fisher!” I threaded my fingers into his hair, pulling him down onto me.
I was vaguely aware that he had dragged my pants the rest of the way down my legs and was yanking the material off my feet, but I didn’t care about that.
I cared about the soaking wet material that he was sucking into his mouth.
His heart rate spiked, thumping loud enough for me to hear it.
“Fuck, Saeris! The way you taste. I can’t get enough of you.”
His hands found the backs of my calves, the backs of my knees, the backs of my thighs. I was hyperventilating by the time they reached my hips. Not many males could have lifted me from this position, but Fisher picked me up and shrugged my legs over his shoulders without a second thought.
Holy . . . gods.
I wrapped my legs around his head, and Fisher leaned in, tearing my panties with his teeth. When the heat of his mouth met my slick core, I cried out so loud that my long-dead ancestors now knew my mate’s name. “Fisher! Fuck! Gods . . . I . . . want you inside me. Please. Please!”
“Breathe, love. I’ve got you.”
But when he went to slide his fingers into me, he let out another sharp hiss, his pain catching up with him, and I had finally had enough. “Bite me,” I commanded. “Heal yourself, for the love of the gods. Just do it!”
Fisher growled unhappily into my inner thigh.
He drove his tongue between my folds one more time, flicking my clit—so damned cruel.
“All right. Fine. I’ll drink from you, Saeris.
But not out of any love I have for the gods.
I’ll do it to make you come on my tongue and my fingers. I’ll do it to make you scream.”
The bright zip of pain fired from my inner thigh straight up into my brain.
It was staggering, so sharp that I couldn’t breathe .
. . but then it became bliss. Fisher didn’t drink right away.
He locked his arm around my leg, holding me in place.
Vivid, bright green eyes met mine as I looked down my body, over the rise of my breasts, to find him watching me.
His mouth kicked up at the corner—a ruinous smile that would be the end of me—as he took his other hand, the uninjured one, and he began slowly rubbing circles over my clit with the pad of his thumb.
The pleasure was almost too much already, but it was the anticipation that was about to kill me. His canines were plunged deep into my skin, depositing a flow of his venom into my blood that was making my head spin.
“Drink,” I said.
But the wicked gleam in Fisher’s eyes only intensified.
“Fisher . . .” I could barely keep my eyes from rolling back into my head. My blood charged up and down my body, delivering his venom to every organ and every nerve ending. He saturated me with it until it felt like I was lifting away from him, floating toward the ceiling. “Fi-Fisher . . .”
Are you ready? His voice was a velvet soft caress at the back of my mind.
I couldn’t speak. I could barely shake my head no.
Fisher chuckled darkly into my thigh . . . and then he drank.
Again, it was instantaneous.
The orgasm came up through me, a rippling wave of pleasure that rocked me to my bones, but it wasn’t as powerful as the last time he had drunk from me. It was manageable. It was . . .
“Oh . . .”
It was only just the beginning.
“Oh, ffffffuuuuu . . .” I ran out of air. My teeth clenched together so hard, it felt like they would crack. I lost all control of my body . . . and then the explosion hit.
Fisher drank, his thumb still working tight, tiny circles over my clit, his breath sawing out of him as he fed, and I came.
I didn’t make a sound.
Couldn’t.
My muscles locked up, and my vision went white, and mindlessly I rode out the most incredible climax I had ever experienced. I was still coming, shuddering uncontrollably, when Fisher pulled back from my thigh, withdrawing his canines, and picked me up, carrying me over to the hearth.
I couldn’t stand. My ears were ringing. He held me close, pressing me against his chest as he set me down on . . . on something soft? Something that hadn’t been there a moment ago. I didn’t give a fuck what he’d set me down on. I just didn’t want him to leave me. Not for a second.
“Hush, love. I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.”
I hadn’t realized I was speaking to him in my head. I hadn’t even known the words had taken shape. My desperation to be close to him was an animal need.
I felt wrung out as I watched him taking off his pants.
He was magnificent to behold, the lines of him so perfect that he looked as though he had been carved from marble.
His ink rushed across his pecs, down the tops of his muscled arms .
. . but not the God Bindings that marked his forearms, chained his wrists, and stained the backs of his hands.
The mirror of my own God Bindings, those runes and scripts stayed firmly in place, ever-present. Steady. Immutable. Undeniable.