Chapter 20
Hadrian
Bluebell steps out of the elevator, pulling the hoodie over her head. Instead of the usual space buns, she’s wearing her hair down long. It trails down over her breasts to the middle of her belly. A belly that’s covered by clothing I can’t wait to tear off her.
“You came,” I manage. “I’ve been waiting, little one.”
She slips both hands up my stomach, feeling her way along the chunky outlines of my abs. “You made a pretty compelling case, hot stuff.” She pauses as I stare at her, raising a brow.
We burst into laughter at the same time, and she shakes her head. “Okay, that nickname did not work. Gonna have to try another one.”
“Big boy was nice,” I say. “Mate is good. But, yeah, I want something else too. I’m selfish. I want all of you, Bluebell.”
She looks both ways down the hallway. “So, you got the entire top floor of the hotel again or what?”
Reaching down, I pull her up to straddle my waist.
“Nope, just a single room, but the rest of the team is spread all around the hotel. No one to hear us, no one to bother us.” I stalk down the hall with her in my arms, pushing the door open with my foot. The room’s as beautiful as they always are. The Punishers pay for the very best.
Bypassing the kitchen and living room, I walk to the giant nest in the middle of the bedroom. It’s an unusual layout, but one I like. I can watch television while I’m falling asleep, when my mind won’t turn off. Which happens more often than not.
Laying Bluebell in the center of the nest, I fall on top of her and slot my body between her thighs. “You look so pretty in this nest,” I whisper, eyes dragging down her tiny form. I dwarf her like this. I’ll always dwarf her, giant in comparison to her humanity.
Flaring my wings wide, I wince at the way my left one aches.
Bluebell shoots upright. “Hadrian, what’s wrong?”
I fold the wing at my back, ignoring the pain that shoots along my topmost bone. “Just a little tackle during the game.”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m literally a black witch. I can fix that.” She slaps my belly. “Onto your stomach.”
I know Bluebell, and she won’t let this go. So I flip over and unfurl my right wing. Bluebell crawls onto my back and seats herself just above my ass.
“This might burn a little while I’m locating the source,” she murmurs.
Closing my eyes, I focus on the sensation of her warm hands running up my spine to my wing. Her fingers tickle the edges of my topmost bone, and an uncomfortable heat follows her fingertips. I groan when she reaches the spot where the big minotaur tackled me.
“Hush, baby,” she whispers, wrapping her hands around my bone.
My hard-on pokes into the nest’s soft mattress, and I roll my hips to relieve some of the pressure. “‘Baby’ sounds good,” I groan, rolling up onto my elbows, forehead pressed to the soft surface.
“Be good for me then, baby,” she says in a confident, sexy voice.
Sparks of her magic flutter along my wing bones until the heat is almost too much for me to take.
Somehow the pain just amps my lust and need.
Maybe it was the earlier tease. Maybe it’s just knowing we can do whatever we want for a single night…
no one to interrupt us or need us for something.
No one to burst in my door and demand my time.
“Bluebell,” I moan. “Finish that and let me kiss you.”
“Hush,” she whispers, running her fingers along my wings. Up and down. Across and over and up again until I’m groaning into the soft sheets, clutching them in my fingers as I resist the urge to roll over and toss her down.
Take her.
Please her.
Keep her.
Feed her and do it all again.
I’d swear my heart is throbbing in my chest but I know it can’t be…not until a mating bite happens. Still, that sensation of pounding inside me intensifies.
The refrains repeat in my mind as her soft, warm breath ghosts along the back of my wing. Magic slips beneath my skin, running like a faintly warm river along my bones and into the sore spot where that damn minotaur crashed into me.
“That’s it,” she murmurs. “Just relax, baby.”
“More, please,” I beg.
She huffs out a quiet laugh and slides upward until her hips are nestled at my lower back, her knees just beneath the lowest part of my wing.
One hand moves to the middle of my back, and she uses that to prop herself up while her right hand feels further along my wing.
Soft spells punctuate the air as she works her magic on the injury.
By the time she’s done, I’m sweating and panting into the sheets, desperate for more.
I know better than to interrupt Bluebell in the middle of her work, though.
It’s not like she hasn’t healed injuries before.
It’s just never been like this, at a time where she came to me for something else entirely.
She grabs my wing and stretches it out, patting the middle of my back with her left hand. “Open your wing fully, big guy. How’s that feel?”
“Big boy,” I correct. “I like it when you call me that. I wanna be your big boy, Bluebell.”
Her tone drops low with her next command. “Open that wing for me, big boy. I want to see how huge and pretty it is.”
Gasping, I push onto my forearms so my back hits her chest, stretching my right wing out. She hums a happy sound and runs her right hand over the warm bones. Sparks of heat travel from my bones to my spine and down to my lower back.
“I think you need a little bit more work,” she says in a throaty tone. “Flip over for me, Hadrian.”
Brain running on lust-fueled fumes, I carefully roll to my back and hang my wings off the bed so I can stare up at her. Bluebell nips her lower lip as her eyes scan down my figure.
Bright blue eyes flick to mine, and her lips curl upward. “I’m gonna give you a little massage, and I want you to hold real still for me, alright?”
I lift a brow. “I’d stick around after games a whole lot longer if you were doing this every time.”
She shrugs as she pushes my shirt up and undoes my jeans. Patting my hip, she looks back at me. “Hips up, help me get these off.”
I follow direction dutifully, kicking the sweats down my thighs. My erection strains against the front of my briefs, a hard bar that makes it obvious how fucking attracted I am to her.
“This part would be awkward if you worked for the team but weren’t mine,” I say with a laugh, pointing to my cock.
“Or sexy,” she counters. Leaning down, she draws her blue hair over one shoulder and closes her mouth around the tip of my dick, sucking softly. Heat shreds through me, and I hiss as I rock my hips to meet that sensual touch.
“Mmm,” she hums as she drags her open mouth down my length, tracing each piercing with the tip of her tongue.
I watch with fascination as the woman I’ve loved from afar laves at me like she can’t get enough. It’s every fantasy I’ve ever had, every fantasy I could ever summon—wrapped up right here. She’s here. Finally.
“More,” I moan. “Let me feel every inch of you, Bluebell.”
She chuckles around a mouthful of fabric-covered cock, smiling as she bites at the underside of me, careful with the piercings.
The way her movements tug at the bits of metal has me ready to come, dripping so hard, I’m soaking the front of my briefs.
My abs flex beneath my skin as she pulls the waistband down, slowly revealing my cock.
Precum drips onto my stomach, my dick bouncing against my skin. It’s like every ounce of desperation within me is channeling itself into the movement of my dick.
Bluebell brings both hands to it and wraps those thin fingers around it, squeezing tightly. Eyes locked to mine, she pulls her hands carefully down my dick and back up. Swirling her fingers over my crown, she gathers up the moisture there and uses it to jack me again.
Sparks fly from her fingertips and tickle downward as she massages me from tip to base. My hips move entirely of their own accord, helping her, desperate for more of her. I’m still not ready when she leans down and sucks the entire tip of my cock between those sweet blue lips.
I arch and fall back onto the sheets, right hand coming to the back of her head. Steady movements up and down take me deeper and deeper as I resist the urge to thrust hard and fast up into that sweet mouth.
“I’m losing control,” I groan between gritted teeth. “Bluebell, stop. Don’t stop. I can’t think. Godsssssss.”
She pulls off me and bends to place a kiss on the tip. “Sounds to me like you’re a male on the edge, Mister Alkazar.”
When she slides back down onto me, taking me nearly to the root, I growl.
“You keep doing that, baby, and I’m gonna pull you onto this dick and bite you. Gods, I want to bite you so damn hard.”
She glances up at me with a saucy look. “So do it, big boy. I dare you.”
A dare?
A challenge?
Snarling, I shoot upward and flip us so she’s beneath me. Wearing too many clothes, but beneath me.
“You’re mine, Bluebell Tucker. I know it. You know it. And the reason we made that pact twenty years ago and I kept that bracelet is because I saved my claiming bite for you. But we both know that; ain’t that right?”
She leans down and bares her neck to me, dragging the slim column over my mouth. “Do it, then.” Her voice is roughshod, teasing.
“You’re pushing me,” I manage, biting the closest bit of skin and pulling it carefully. “I love the way you taste. Have I told you that today?”
“Not today,” she says with a little moan. “But you haven’t tasted that much of me today, Hadrian.”
Snarling with need, I pull her shirt off, toss it aside, and move to her pants next, removing the soft fabric to reveal a bright blue lace ensemble that matches the darkest part of her hair.
“You did this for me?” I roll her to her stomach and kiss the dimples above her ass. “It’s beautiful.”
“Mmm.” She pushes her ass up against my mouth.
Biting my way down the swell of her cheek, I pull the blue lace off with my teeth. Once it’s outta my way, I bring it to my nose and breathe in, closing my eyes.
“You smell so good, Bluebell.” Sucking the panties into my mouth, I moan at her taste. She was hot when she arrived, but these panties are soaked through with need. A need it’s my sole purpose to fill.
She winks at me over her shoulder. “I bet the real thing tastes even better, mate.”
Mate.
After tossing the panties aside, I pull her ass up and bury my mouth against her pucker, laving at the tight rim of muscle.
She rocks hard against me with a needy groan that has my dick throbbing against my thigh.
Moving down, I swirl my tongue against her opening.
Sweet honey coats my nose and mouth as I bury myself as far inside her as I can go.
Her pussy clenches around my tongue, but I want her desperate.
I want her out of her mind. Bringing my hand up, I rub her asshole with one finger while I slide my middle finger into her slit.
She jolts and rocks away from me, then back hard, fucking herself on my fingers while I swirl my tongue over her clit.
She’s gonna come and squirt all over me, and I need it.
Snarling, I focus on eating hard, steady, methodically. Bluebell’s thighs quiver against my skin as she starts moaning. The moans turn into cries, cries I’ve never heard from her because, last time, we had to be quiet. But we don’t have to be quiet here.
“Hadrian! Oh gods! I’m so close, I’m—”