Chapter 15 #2
“How are you with all of this?” I stroke my knuckles along his angular jawline. “I know it always bothered you how they left you here for such long stretches, and now they’re doing it again.”
“They’re…unusual,” he says with a shake of his head.
“I guess I thought, eventually, I’d put all of that behind me.
That somehow once I was grown, the power dynamic between us would change simply because I didn’t need parenting.
I barely spoke to them while I was at the academy.
But now? Her? She’s so…tiny. Just a youngling.
She needs guidance, a mother, a father.”
“I’m here for you,” I whisper. “Even as a friend I’d help you, you know that.”
He shakes his head. “I won’t ask you to do that, Bluebell.” He sucks at his teeth. “I’ve seen your to-do list.” Reaching around my waist, he pats my back pocket, and we share a wry chuckle at the sound of crinkling paper.
I shrug and thread my arms around his neck. “I’m in shock. I’m worried for you and for her. But I’m here for you no matter what. This isn’t the last convo we’ll have about Petra, I’m sure.”
“No.” He bites his lower lip, staring at me. “Can we set that topic aside, though? I needed to tell you immediately, but I’ll admit to having an ulterior motive in getting you out here alone.”
The drag of his knuckles along my collarbone to my shoulder sends shivers skating down my spine.
I lean forward, resting my forearms on his chest and staring up into those gorgeous purple eyes. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” He smiles, but it’s soft and tender at the edges, tinged by what I can only assume is the weight of today’s revelation.
For a long minute, we say nothing. Hadrian rubs my back. I’m sure we’re both lost in thought and I can’t think of anything else to say on the topic right now. I’m gonna need some time to process that.
He shifts beneath me, moving his hips while the chair creaks under his immense weight. “Blue, have I ever told you about my sex toy collection?”
My brows rise at the very welcome change of subject, and I shake my head. “Might those be the toys I carried into your apartment that had you blushing dark purple?”
“The very ones,” he says with a grin, handing me the glass of whiskey. “All of my toys are shaped like human pussies, Bluebell, because I thought of you every time I fucked them. And I fucked them near constantly.”
My mouth goes dry.
His smile becomes a full-on smirk. “You wanna see me do that sometime? Maybe tell me about what you like? If I had a guess, I’d assume there’s at least one or two gargoyle-shaped cocks in your arsenal. Am I right?”
A hot blush fully overtakes me.
“That’s what I thought,” he says while he pours a second glass of whiskey. He takes a sip and lets his head fall back against the chair, throat bobbing as he swallows.
My fingers itch to run down over that muscular column, maybe cover it with bites and kisses. But I’m also shocked as shit about discovering Petra, and even though he asked to move on from that convo and decided to talk about sex toys, my mind keeps drifting back to it.
Hadrian swoops a big wing around my back, cloaking us in darkness as he tightens both big arms around me. I can’t see him like this, although I bet he can see me just fine with his excellent senses.
My big predator.
“I can tell your mind is still spinning, Bluebell,” he says with a low snarl. “Allow me to distract you…”
When I’m quiet, waiting for him to make a move, he shifts forward and brushes his cool lips over mine. “Give me permission, little witch.”
“To do what, exactly?” I can’t help the snark. Sassing him is almost easier than breathing, and I’ve got soooo much practice.
His answering chuckle, low and throaty, has my pussy clenching on nothing, desperate for the first taste of him. “Whatever I want, Bluebell,” he croons. “I want to get you off, to see it for the first time. I want to taste it. So say yes before I start.”
“Yes,” I manage, the word nearly choking me. I want him so badly, and I have for so long. Is this really happening right here? Right now?
“Undo my jeans, Bluebell.” Cool breath coasts over my mouth. “I want to watch you see me for the first time. Nobody’s ever seen these piercings outside of the male who did them for me.”
Reaching down, I pull the button of his jeans open and slide the zipper down. He moves his wing enough to let faint light in, shifting his hips so I can pull his pants farther down. He’s wearing dark briefs, but the outline of an alarmingly huge erection strains the front of the fabric.
“More, Bluebell,” he commands as he lifts his glass to take a sip. His throat bobs as I stare at him, reaching for the waistband of his briefs. I’m about to see my friend naked, and he’s talking to me like he’s about to teach me what it means to fuck hard.
Another shiver racks me, and I shudder. Hadrian laughs, lifting his wings and resting them over the back of his chair.
“Gods, this is going to be fun,” he rumbles.
Pulling the briefs down, I watch as the tip of his dick appears. To be more precise, his dick appears first and a line of piercings second. Because the underside of his dick is chock full of metal.
“What the fuck, Hadrian?” I blurt out, flashing a concerned look.
He’s smirking, his horns flexing straight, a sign he’s aroused. “There’s more where that came from, little witch, so keep going.”
“More?” I gulp as he shifts his hips enough to help me pull his briefs the rest of the way down. My mouth drops open at seeing multiple parallel bars through the underside of his soda can-sized dick.
I slap a hand over my mouth, shaking my head. There’s no way this will work. No fucking way. Between the metal and the size, and I’m just a human. We’re gonna need a potion to even remotely help our private parts fit together.
“It’ll fit,” he says confidently, setting his whiskey glass down. “Stand and take your pants off, Bluebell.”
“It won’t fit,” I confirm, although I do rise and shuck my pants and underwear off. But I point to my pussy as I raise both brows to show him how deadly serious I am. “I’ve spent plenty of time buried inside my own pussy, and I’m telling you, that monster isn’t gonna fit.”
He chuckles and slides off the chair, dropping to his knees at my feet. Pressing his lips to a spot below my belly button, he stares up at me with hooded eyes. “It’ll fit if you’re wet enough.”
Before I can say a word, he curls over, dipping low until he can nuzzle his way between my thighs.
When his lips brush over my clit, my knees buckle.
But Hadrian’s already there for me just like he’s always been, hands running up my ass and back as he holds me up.
Shaking his head side to side, he laps at my clit as shock and awe shatter through me.
His tongue is soft but cool, even though everywhere he touches me feels like fire licking my skin.
Gripping his horns, I hold on for dear life as he starts to groan, his voice ragged, his movements rough.
Cheek stubble scratches at my inner thighs, and even that threatens to throw me into the abyss of pleasure because it’s so fucking good. So masculine.
And when I look down to see my best friend on his knees, eating my pussy like I’m his last meal? My legs are limp noodles at the sight of it.
Orgasm hits before I can even finish that thought.
It comes out of the blue, rocking me like a car wreck as my body shakes and shudders, channel clamping around his tongue.
Those magical lips never stop moving, and every time I clutch and claw at his horns, he lets out a desperate low growl that prolongs the bliss.
Suddenly, I’m anxious for us not to be heard, not to be caught, so I clamp a hand over my mouth when screams threaten to burst from me.
Ecstasy goes from great rolling waves to tight pleasure so hot, it borders on painful. He must sense it, though, because he pulls back and stares up at me, flattening his tongue and stroking softly. It’s almost a soothing move, if his fingers weren’t tightening at my hips.
My gasping, stuttered breaths begin to slow as I struggle to find words. It takes me a few minutes to accomplish that.
“Did we just do that?”
He grins up at me as he licks slowly again. Moving his mouth to my thigh, he bites softly up to my lower belly. “Might want to add me to your to-do list just so you can check me off, baby.”
“Speaking my love language,” I mutter. I immediately regret using the word “love” even though I didn’t use it in the traditional sense, and I freeze.
Hadrian rocks back into the chair and pulls me onto his lap once more, threading a hand through my hair. “We’re gonna take this slowly, Bluebell, but I promise it’ll fit because you were made to fit me, and I think we both know that.”
Gods, he might as well be confessing love for the power of that statement. But I can’t find a single iota of my being that’s willing to deny him.
My mind fills with mental visions of him fucking other women during all the years we’ve been apart. Unbidden, a soft growl tumbles from me. Hadrian’s eyes spring wide, black brows lifting.
“That sounded a little jealous, Bluebell. You want to tell me what’s going on?
” Reaching between us, he slips his dripping cock between my thighs so I’m riding the top of its length.
Fingers digging into my hips, he drags me from his crown to the root, then rolls his hips so he rubs against my clit.
Heat shatters through me, my eyes rolling back into my head. “Thinking about you learning how to do this with some other bitch makes me mad,” I admit, reaching out and grabbing one of his horns. I yank it, pulling his face close to mine. “It makes me feel a little bit stabby, if I’m honest.”
Hadrian nips at my mouth and pushes me back down the length of his cock, then forward again, soaking his dick with my honey.