52 Birdie #4
“Can’t breathe unless I’m touching you. Only then I can’t fucking think!
I would fuck you, and fill you, leave you gasping on my cock every hour of the day.
” With his free hand, he presses two fingers against my lips, pushing them in my mouth.
I swallow a moan as I suck. Humming his pleasure, he drags them free, trailing them down my neck.
His hand softens in my hair, his fingers stroking my nape in a sensual caress.
“I would drop you to your knees and choke you with my cum. I would bruise the back of that pretty throat. You would feel me for days.”
“Yes,” I whine, picturing it for myself. I want it all. Anything he’ll give me.
His grip tightens as he spins me around and pushes me forward, one hand on my shoulder and one at my waist, forcing me to bend.
He flows with me, his voice still hot in my ear as he rocks me back against the cradle of his hips.
“I would fold you over on all fucking fours and sheath myself in your tight little cunt. You would feel the weight of me bottoming out inside you all the way up here in your throat.” His hand at my shoulder glides up, wrapping around the front of my neck.
Applying firm pressure, he pulls me back up, righting me and trapping me against his chest. The hand at my throat slides down to cup my breast as his other hand wraps around to grip my pussy.
Leaning closer, he presses a single kiss to his mark on my neck.
“And I would have the wraith watch every second of it.”
“Why?” I whisper.
“Because even if he was just following orders, he dared to fuck with a Burr Island witch. He did it again just now, making me run a godsdamn marathon to get to you. And actions must have consequences. Watching me devour the one human he covets more than his own life? Well, it’s the least he can fucking do. ”
“Do it.”
He tips me back, seeking my eyes. “What?”
I hold his gaze, breathing hard and fast. “I said, do it. Fuck me and fill me. Have me any way you want. And make the wraith watch.” Reaching up, I cup his stubbled cheek. “But then you will forgive him. And we will all move forward. Agreed?”
Jasper growls low, his gaze dark. “Fine. Agreed.”
Swallowing my relief, I look to the wraith. “Agreed, Dáinn? You watch only. No touching.”
The wraith almost sounds like he’s purring. But it’s lower and raspier. And his edges look a little darker, like he now has a shadowy outline. “The punishment fits my crimes. I will watch only.”
“I won’t be gentle,” Jasper warns.
I almost laugh with relief. “Well, thank fuck for that.” Stepping out of his arms, I tug off my striped linen sundress and toss it aside.
I’m left standing in the middle of this forest between a wraith and a witch wearing nothing but a pair of panties and my ass-kicking boots.
I don’t feel crazy though. I feel powerful.
Strong and beautiful. And I want this. I want to feel this with them both, my protective watcher and the witch who unravels me.
“Do you worst, Jasper. And don’t stop, even if I beg. ”
“Oh, sweet witch,” Dáinn calls from behind me. “Fuck her, or I will.”
This snaps the last of Jasper’s control.
He lunges for me, pulling me to him. I grab his face with both hands, kissing the life out of him as he sweeps me from the ground.
One arm supports my ass, the other weaves into my unbound hair.
I wrap my legs around his waist, and we latch to each other, mouths open, tongues teasing.
His kissing is so determined and focused. It matches the rest of his intensity.
Breaking our kiss, he nips at my chin while I pant for breath. “Never run from me again,” he growls, scraping me with his teeth.
“Why not?” I tease. “Running is fun—ahh—” I cry out as gravity shifts.
My insides swoop as Jasper drops to his knees, folding himself over me, laying me down right here in the mossy grass.
It’s cool and soft, the scent of the earth deep and timeless.
My vision swirls as I’m left gazing up at the canopy of the trees.
Sunlight blinks through the leaves, flashing like so many bright stars.
Jasper grabs my face, his large hand framing my chin as he jerks it down, focusing all my attention back on him.
“You can’t be reckless anymore. Your calculus for risk-taking is wholly uncalibrated.
Magic changes everything. You have to trust me now.
And listen to me. Hear why I don’t want you to run, then decide if you still will.
I’ll not control you. But being your high priest means you will hear my advice, even if you don’t heed it. Understood?”
I nod, my own hand rising to cover his on my cheek. “Yes, sir.”
He groans, cursing under his breath. “Gods, you’re fucking trouble. Got me chasing after you like my ass is on fire, fucking you in the middle of these woods like a rutting animal.”
“Yes,” I pant, tugging on his shirt. “Fuck me. Please.”
“Do you need guidance?” calls the wraith.
“Shut up and watch,” Jasper barks. “No more talking. Just bask in the whimsy of having knees and listen to Birdie scream my fucking name.”
The wraith smirks. “With pleasure.”
I smooth my hands up under Jasper’s shirt, stroking the heated skin of his stomach.
He’s already slick with sweat from his run to find us.
My noble priest. He came to protect me, even knowing he’s powerless against a wraith.
He was ready to fight for me, die for me.
It’s overwhelming. I blink back my tears as I reach for him.
“I need you. Jasper—baby, please. I need you so badly. I feel so empty. Fill me?”
Groaning, he slips a hand between us, pressing two fingers over my wet panties to tease my clit. “Is this where you want me?”
His first touch has me arching my back. I swear, my clit already has its own pulse. “Yes—fuck—right there!”
He rubs in little circles, making delicious friction that has me moving my hips against him. “This is only for me. My pretty little pussy.”
I bite my lip, eyes shut tight, trying to keep from coming. Breathing deep, I press the feeling down until I feel dizzy.
“Say it,” he growls, nipping my ear.
“I—yes—only you.” I tug at his shirt, distractedly trying to get it off. Meanwhile, he flicks his fingers under the hem of my panties, sinking both digits deep inside me in one slow press.
“Oh—fuck—” I gasp for breath, pressing down with my hips as I try to pull him in deeper with my core muscles. It feels good but it’s not enough. I want a cock. Need it this time.
Jasper works his fingers in and out, stretching me, chanting more obscenities that quickly make me feel drunk. “Gonna sink in so deep—”
“Yes.”
“Mine to taste, mine to fuck and fill—”
“God—yes,” I say over him. “Everything I have is yours. Just fuck me before I scream!”
Laughing, he rocks back on his knees between my spread legs.
Jerking his sweaty shirt off, he tosses it aside.
Sweet mercy, he’s gorgeous. That little evil eye pendant is the only jewelry he wears.
His muscles are thick across his chest, which is dusted with black hair that trails in a line down his stomach, disappearing into his jeans.
“Such a needy little human,” he taunts. “Only a cock will do, huh? Do you feel empty? Is your poor little pussy aching for it?”
His edging has me ready to scream. “Please—”
Still chuckling, his hands go to his pants, and I meet him there.
The pair of us fight to free him from his belt.
Then he shucks his open jeans down his thighs, dragging the briefs down too until he’s there, uncut and proud and so very hard.
Jasper grips his cock in his fist, stroking it from root to tip.
“Come here.” He reaches for me and I’m already scrambling up to my knees.
His free hand twists into my hair as he reels me in. “Suck me. Get me wet.”
With a hum of relief, I sink my mouth around his tip, sucking his perfect cock.
The first taste of his precum on my tongue has me fighting a shiver.
This is what I wanted. This is the relief I was chasing.
The freedom, the bliss. They both make me feel safe.
Dáinn with his eyes on me, always watching.
Jasper with his hands on me, winding me up and leaving me breathless.
“Fuck, such a good girl.” Jasper rocks his hips against my mouth.
His fist in my hair holds me in place, letting me know without words that he wants me to take him deeper.
I leave one hand splayed against the mossy ground, bare knees digging into the pine needles, as my other hand circles his thick shaft.
My thumb and first finger stroke his foreskin back to reveal his rounded head.
I lick the tip, circling it with my tongue.
“Spit,” he growls. “Get me wet, I said.”
God, I hope he’s still this bossy with his cock inside me. I spit on his tip, slicking it all over with another stroke of my thumb. Not waiting for his permission, I wrap my mouth around him again and take him deeper.
“Yes.” His hips press forward and I hold still, letting him fuck my face how he wants as I just try to swallow. After a few strokes, he’s pulling out and grabbing me by the arms, dragging me in closer.
I reach for him, but he keeps turning me. “Jasper, what—”
“Turn around,” he growls in my ear. “Face the wraith. Let him see you.”
My legs are spread, my chest bared, and we’re both still on our knees in the middle of this forest clearing. The wraith watches from ten feet away, hands still braced on his thighs. His eyes glow almost black in that angelic face.
Jasper kisses along my neck as his hands smooth down my sides. When they reach my panties, he hooks two fingers beneath the hem and jerks. Hard. I gasp as I hear the fabric tear. “Oh my—”
The witch just ripped my panties clean off my body!