Chapter 36 #3
He tugs on my body, his gesture almost brutal. His nose hits my clit while his tongue swirls and his bearded chin tickles. Low, tantalizing noises roll from his throat into my tender core, making my blood beat harder and faster.
Holy father of Wolves…
Release slams into me, buckling my elbows and swelling my chest with a gasped, “Oh, Norns…”
“Norns, huh? Finally believe they plaited our fates together?” Nordin flattens his tongue and licks a slow line, cleaning up the mess between my legs.
“Yes,” I croak, gazing down my body at the man who just ruined me for all others with his patience and tongue.
When he returns a finger to that place he made drip, my body pulls taut. So taut it evicts his first knuckle.
His shoulders roll back as his neck draws straight. “Do you trust me, Zas?”
“Of course.”
“Then relax and let me in.” He lazily outlines my center.
I inhale deeply and set my stare on the moon crescent veiled by streaks of pinks and greens. “What if—what if I can’t?”
“Can’t relax?”
“No…” I screw my lids tight. “Can’t fit you inside.”
His snort gusts across my wet sex. “My finger will fit, love.”
“I wasn’t talking about your finger.”
“I may be big, but babes have me beat, and they fit.”
Right. I should know this better than anyone, considering it’s my mother’s vocation.
He palms one of my breasts, making a small tingle of pleasure zip from my nipple to my core. “But you don’t have to worry about that tonight, because we won’t be going that far.” As he kneads, my nipple becomes as sharp as an arrowhead. “Now eyes on me, love.”
I watch as he once again lowers his mouth to me and tongues my clit until it becomes as stiff as my nipples. Mere heartbeats later, I stumble over the edge, blood crackling like the fire in his hearth, transforming all the solid parts of me into smoke.
“To think I’m going to get to feast on your sweet cunt for the rest of my Fenrir-given life…” Nordin smacks his lips. “Luckiest man alive.”
Although I roll my eyes, I blush hard.
He lowers my legs from the mantle of his shoulders and stands, looming over me. “You think I’m being excessive, don’t you?”
“Obviously. Though my body appreciates the praise.”
He folds himself over me, planting one large palm beside my head. “I’m not exaggerating how delicious you taste. How beautiful you are. Or how honored I am that you chose me.”
A surge of emotion floods my lids. I grip his nape and tilt his face low for a kiss that’s a testimony to how deeply I love him.
I sample myself on his tongue, taste his love on his deep exhales, feel his desire in the heavy weight of his cock that brushes against my skin, leaving behind a thin trail of warmth.
The hand not propping him up skims down my abdomen, combing through my slick curls before reaching my clit. As he rubs the tender bundle of nerves, he sinks a finger into me.
Just sinks it in.
And not just to the first knuckle.
As he swirls his long, thick digit against my walls, I skate my mouth off his to catch my breath.
“Gods, you’re tight.”
“Is that a—” I moan. “A bad thing?”
“No, love. My cock can’t fucking wait for your body to choke it.”
He eases his finger in deeper still, then pulls it out, only to plunge it in again, never once stopping his orbit of my clit. With each thrust, my flesh softens around him, turning as malleable as the rest of me.
This time when I come, I don’t just gasp, I scream, caught completely unawares by the intensity of the climax.
“Holy Hel…” I drape my forearm across my flushed face.
When I peek past my arm and lashes, I find him ribboning his tongue around his middle finger, sucking it clean. I know this isn’t sex—only preliminaries—but I’m suddenly convinced that the rest will be just as sensational.
“I swear…” A throaty hum rumbles from his chest. “Your taste…”
My core clenches, so slick and swollen, I think I might come again without any manual stimulation.
“Should we try two fingers?”
Feeling daring now, I suggest, “How about we try your cock?”
His eyes go full black, then snap closed. When he reels his lashes up, the blue smolders. “Not tonight.”
He glides us higher on his cot, then brackets my head between his forearms, keeping his body off mine. Well, most of it. His long cock drags over my stomach, weeping. I reach between us to clasp it. His chest jerks with a breath so brutal that it unseals his pressed lips.
I tug, pleating the silken skin before pressing it back toward its root.
Nordin’s eyes stare deep into mine before pitching low.
My confidence falters. Worried he’ll go limp at the sight of the ugly flesh wrapped around his flawless one, my gaze skips between the corners of his eyes and his sex without cease.
Not only does he show no signs of disgust, but he also doesn’t soften.
Still, I call his attention back to my face by capturing his mouth with a kiss. The guttural rumble agitating his chest transforms into fractured gasps as I carry him closer to that wondrous precipice he’s plunged me into countless times tonight.
He pulls away with a sharp inhale. I think he’s about to come when his head swivels toward his front door and he growls out an annoyed, “Fuck.”
“What?”
“My mother. She’s on her way over here.”