Chapter 34 #2
I pushed up, shoving on his chest before he took the hint and rolled beneath me. His body was so long, legs hanging off the bed since we were lying sideways across it. I straddled his waist, then scooted down to straddle his thigh as I pulled at the waistband of his soft pants.
“Easy, songbird,” he laughed when I yanked on the fabric as it caught on the hard muscle of his thigh. He pressed on my shoulder until I scooted off him, watching his abs bunch and move in a way that made my mouth water.
He pulled down his pants, stepping out of them and the soft undergarments—only after my snarling look at them. His hands inched them down, peeling off the black fabric. He stood in front of me as I knelt on the bed.
Blake Axefire looked like a god, rising from the fire still roaring behind him, silhouetting him in bright, warm light.
The lines of his body were beautiful and deadly, every single muscle honed to perfection.
The sharp line of his hips a perfect V-shape, as if highlighting the place my gaze had avoided until now.
He was big, the weight of him in my hand as I reached out to cup him heavy and daunting. My mouth gaped, which stretched the wicked smirk on his face.
“Afraid, songbird?” he asked, his voice husky. His hand touched my shoulder blade, thumb rubbing just where Malissa’s stab wound had healed. He brushed over it with gentle care, as if he would wipe it away entirely.
“No,” I said, voice breathless.
Blake’s hand climbed my neck, before circling it and pressing me down to the bed and covering me with the bulk of his body. “Don’t worry. You can take it.”
A moan, unbidden, worked from my throat, vibrating against him as he reseated himself between my naked thighs.
His hand, wet as he’d just swiped his tongue along the pads of his fingers, reached down to my sex, pressing and circling slowly, working me into a frenzy until I was whimpering and begging, writhing on his mattress, sticky and hot and wet.
“That’s it, Rubi,” he breathed; then he knelt on the floor and pulled me swiftly to the edge of the bed, grinning up at me wickedly. He lifted my hips to his mouth. “Come for me.”
“Blake,” I cried, almost like a song, and something pulsed in the air as his tongue lapped at me, sucking and licking.
He found my clit, and the sound of the wind howled louder; the fireplace roared as he stoked me higher with each lick.
Blake feasted on me, and I came undone, hands fisted in the sheets.
As I came back to myself, I glanced down at him and ran my hands through the silken bronze strands of his hair.
Blake’s eyes flashed as he crawled over me, wiping his mouth with his hand as a delicious grin revealed his dimple.
“Holy gods,” he muttered, punctuating each word with a kiss to my breasts. “Damn it, Rubi, I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you.” He kissed along my neck, lifting my hips to cradle him. “Please let me inside you.”
My head nodded so fast I nearly gave myself whiplash.
Blake’s skin was tan and smooth, his lips sensual as he pulled back to watch while he entered me, slowly, carefully, as I stretched to accommodate him.
I felt completely out of my depth, unable to form words around the enormous pressure of him inside me. A gasping breath, a muttered confusing swirl of words, my nails in the skin of his biceps—to push him away or pull him closer, I didn’t know.
“That’s it, love,” he breathed, and the word pulsed over me. It was bedroom talk—nothing more, I tried to tell myself—but its effect washed over me anyway. “Take me. Breathe, Rubi.”
I did, gasping, then surprising myself as a moan, high and wild, tore from my throat.
He seated himself entirely inside me, his hips flush to mine where he still held them lifted, his thighs supporting mine. I breathed deep. I swear I could feel him in my chest he was so overwhelming.
“Blake—”
“Shh,” he said. “Just breathe. Gods, Rubi, you feel so fucking amazing.”
I whined again, moving my hips at the torture of having him so deep and yet unmoving.
A growl then, low in his throat as his hand shot out to grip my throat again. “Careful, songbird. Or I won’t let you adjust.”
“Please,” I begged. “I have. I’ve adjusted. Let me have you—”
The words had barely left my mouth before he thrust. He fucked me slow and steady, the stretch and friction sending shock waves of pleasure through my entire body.
Sweat beaded on my brow, my hands clenched in his skin, desperate for him like an anchor. He held tightly to me, his mouth taking turns sipping at my lips, my neck, whispering encouragement and teasing words along my ear.
It was a mixture then, of the softer Blake and the intense Ambush Master. He made love like a warrior. Even now, I could feel the power he held back, keeping himself leashed with me.
He gritted his teeth, the strain nearly too much, before I shoved, gripping his hips with my legs, feet locked, tossing my body to flip him onto his back with a heavy push, helped by his own movements.
I settled myself on top of him, hands pressing to his chest with one punch of breath—because gods, I’d thought him deep before? Now it was like he was in my throat.
He grinned beneath me, relaxing as he looked up at me straddling him.
“Eager, hmm?”
I smirked, rolling my hips experimentally, before leaning down to press my mouth to his ear. “Wild.”
I nipped my teeth at his ear for good measure, relishing the moan that burst from his lips in response.
“That’s it.” I took my turn to mock him. “Take me, Blake.”
He thrust up again, hips slamming mine and jostling me.
I grabbed for his wrists, and he allowed me to hold them over his head as I rode him how I wanted it, using his body and watching as his walls and leashed intensity faltered.
Just like they had under the moonlight, my ribbons around his wrists.
He was always so restrained, so buttoned up. The very image of duty and responsibility.
Was it…Could I have made him feel this safe?
I raised my palm, ready to offer to Pair, but he grabbed my wrist and lowered it to his mouth to press a kiss at the center.
“Not tonight, Rubi,” he whispered. “I just want you.”
Just me. Enough.
Maybe some part of me had been seeking that acceptance among my own people—fully.
No matter my magic level or my ability to care for them.
Blake was a Zenith, the strongest metal mage the world had seen in a generation, and I was a weak yin from a fallen dominion.
And he still wanted me, Rubi, exactly as I was.
A weight lodged in my throat. This wasn’t just sex…. This was something more. Deeper than I’d planned. So deep it felt dangerous.
When my grip released, his hands swept through my hair, careful with me. I rode him harder, but he stayed tender. Sweet. Steady. A safe haven.
“I’m gonna—”
“Shh,” he whispered, pressing sweet kisses along my cheek. “Come for me, Rubi. Just for me, love.”
My body broke into a thousand pieces, every part of me burning so hot I was sure I would burst into flames and starlight. He kept thrusting, following after me with a moan. The sound was intoxicating, and I wanted it again and again.
Sinking down, he rolled me to my back on the bed and slowly pulled out of me. He laid a blanket over my waist, but I kicked it off, still too hot.
Blake stood, in all his towering nakedness, skin flushed as he sauntered to the bathroom. I raised myself up slightly and looked up, taking in how the massive headboard had split and warped, with whole sections of metal crumpled and torn apart when he’d lost control. I couldn’t help giggling.
When he returned, his eyes flickered to what I was looking at. The tips of his ears and his cheeked reddened. Clearing his throat, he said, “I’ll fix that later.”
I laughed until he started washing me with the warm cloth he’d brought back from the bathroom, caressing me so thoroughly my body started to heat again—and he used his hands to relieve me a third time, only stopping as I shoved his big hand away from me.
With a smoky chuckle, he tucked up behind me, wrapping me in his arms and pulling me so close it felt like our bodies fused together.
“Blake, I…”
He kissed my temple, softening me to him again. “Tomorrow, Rubi. Please, sleep.”
I didn’t fight it, letting his comforting presence soothe me like the lullaby I heard in my dreams.