Chapter 15 #3
“There weren’t many women in all those years, Bluebell. The whole time I was chasing something that might feel like you, though. And every time I did this, I can admit to thinking about you, wishing it was you, fantasizing about you the whole time.”
He shrugs as his cock pulses between my thighs. “Probably not fair to those few partners, but I always wanted to come home to this.”
Channeling jealous rage into heat, I use my grip on his horns as leverage to thrust along that huge cock, letting it kiss between my pussy lips and nudge my clit from side to side. Just as quickly as before, bliss builds until my belly’s on fire with need, legs quivering.
Hadrian never stops watching where we’re connected, not until he reaches down and guides his cock more upright. It pushes against my pussy, nudging me partway open. Even like this, I’m split wide around him.
“It’ll be perfect, little witch,” he croons softly. “Let me do it. You relax.”
“Relax, yeah,” I mutter.
But he uses his left wing tip to push me back onto his outstretched right wing, like a cushion behind and beneath me, angling me so he can thrust upward.
“Grab ahold of my wing tip, baby,” he commands, jerking his head toward the wing holding me aloft.
Reaching up, I grip the base of the sharp tip like a handle. He groans and shunts his hips, and the head of his cock breaches my channel. The metal bars drag along my inner walls in a way that sends heat curling through me. But he’s big, so fucking big.
He slips back out, and immediately I cry for more. I could do more than an inch, I swear I can.
The next push of his hips sends several inches inside, and I gasp at how stretched, how full my pussy is. It’s too much, and I claw at his wing, gasping for air as his cock kicks inside me.
“Fuck, Bluebell you’re gonna be the death of me if you keep clenching like that.” His lips curl as he slides back out. “Relax, baby.”
“You relax!” I bark out. “You’re not the one taking a giant monster dick in your human-sized pussy!”
“Count the inches for me,” he rumbles as his tail spade sneaks between my ass cheeks, poking at my back hole.
“Oh gods,” I gasp out, “that’s too much; give me a second!”
“One, Hadrian,” he commands. “Let me hear it, little one.”
“One,” I manage as he rocks softly into me, just barely.
“Two,” he murmurs.
“Two,” I repeat. “Fuuuuck.” Those delicious piercings inch magically further as my thighs start to quake.
“Gonna give you three through seven a little faster,” he says with a low, sexy chuckle. With a quick snap of his hips, he thrusts deep inside me, filling me so full, all I can do is dig my fingers into his skin and beg for mercy.
“You got a few more inches, baby.” He reaches down and guides me on and off his cock while I fall forward on his chest, doing my damnedest not to come too fast.
After pulling out, he thrusts back in and leans into my ear. “Eight, Bluebell, let me hear it.” Moving his hands to the hem of my shirt, he pulls it carefully over my head. My bra is next to go.
“Eight,” I sob as he teases with gentle, methodical thrusts.
“Nine,” he croons. “Almost there, sweetheart.”
My thighs shake so hard, I can barely hold myself up, so Hadrian reaches down and grips my ass in both huge hands.
Pulling me on and off, he works his cock deeper until I’ve fully lost count of the piercings and inches.
All I know is he touches something inside me that needs more heat, more roughness, more depth.
“That’s it, Blue.” His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls out and slides his cock over my clit. “Gods, you’re so fucking wet, little mate.”
I clench, and he sighs. “So wet and pretty, and I’m dripping all over you. Can you feel it?”
Risking a glance down, I gasp at seeing how he’s depositing sticky strings of precum all over my clit and pussy lips. Gods, could anything be hotter than this? He growls again and shifts between my thighs, snapping his hips a little harder, sending his length inside me again.
“Almost there,” he pants. “You’re doing so good. How does it feel to ride your best friend, to know we both wanted this for so damn long?”
“Oh fuck,” I manage, shifting my hips and spreading myself wide around him.
He hisses out a deep groan and halts. “Wait, baby. If you do too much of that, I’m gonna lose it and go too hard.”
“Do it,” I groan, wriggling to get more. Everything’s on fire, everything’s tight and achy like if I don’t get all of that dick, I might actually expire.
He plunges faster this time, plunging nearly to the root, cock throbbing inside me as all those piercing do the work of several sex toys.
I press off the inner surface of his wing, using the claw like a handle as I sit down harder on top of him. We let out matching groans as heat flares through me, his piercings nudging me that much closer to exploding.
Hadrian leans forward and pulls my left nipple between his teeth.
The shocking pain of his fangs mixed with the hard, cool suction has me mewling and falling forward over his head.
I move my hands to his horns and rest on my knees, spread around his waist. The new angle means I get to be in charge of how fast and hard we do this.
And I like being in charge.
Snarling, I sink all the way onto him, a triumphant cry leaving me when he gasps and halts, both hands digging into my thighs.
“Gods, oh fuckkkkkk,” he snaps. “Give me a moment.”
“Say please,” I bark, barely able to give the command but loving that this is my Hadrian, and I can say whatever I want.
He looks up between my forearms, eyes flashing as his tail snakes down to nudge at my back pucker. “Two can play that dangerous game, Miss Tucker,” he says in a low, devastating tone. “I could make you say please right now.”
“You first,” I manage as I slide off him and then sink back down.
His second hiss is more desperate than the first as he reaches his right arm behind him and grips the back of his chair. “Fuck, do it again, little witch. You’re close; I can smell your need.”
“I’m not,” I lie as I rise up and then impale myself for a third time. Now that I’ve adjusted, he feels better than ever.
“Lies,” he barks, flaring his nostrils as he surges forward and closes his mouth around a spot along my shoulder.
When he bites, the pain throws me over the edge, and orgasm smashes me from the inside out.
My pussy clenches around him, bliss radiating in waves that batter me so hard, time and space disappear.
There’s nothing but the kick of his cock as he unloads inside me, the messy slap of his hips against mine and all that cum and honey dripping out of me to form a pool at the base of that magical coke-can dick.
His teeth press harder as he groans into my skin, and that sound prolongs the ecstasy until I can’t see or hear anything. Nothing exists outside of how we’re connected.
I don’t know how much later I begin to notice the chill of the night or the faint electrical hum of crickets out in the field. Hadrian breathes rapid-fire against my neck, his muscles trembling and tense until I slump against him with a desperate groan.
He wraps both wings and arms around me and sinks back into the chair, still buried deep inside me. Aftershocks roll through him, and he moans softly, little thrusts stroking my G-spot and threatening to start this all over.
I can’t talk. Can’t think. Can’t manage anything other than breathing against his neck as I wrap my arms around him. He smells like he’s always smelled—glycerin soap and something deeper and decadent like rich chocolate.
He sighs happily and rubs his head against mine. “The real you is better than any dream I ever dreamt, Bluebell. Better than any fantasy. You’re a gift, little witch.”
Mate. I want him to be mine. I want it with an intensity I’ve never let fully fill me before. But I’m full of that intensity now.
And just like that, it’s “stick a fork in me, and I’m done.” Hook, line, and sinker. Game over. Or whatever other metaphor there might be. Because Hadrian Alkazar started this thing between us, and I don’t think I could go back to a life without him.