Chapter Twenty-Seven #2
His eyes were pleading, like he was contemplating the fate of the world. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run toward him and beg him to fuck me.
I watched as droplets of sweat dripped down his abdomen, over his corded muscles. Some pooled on the hair gathered between his legs.
I wanted to lick the sweat off him. I wanted to lick him everywhere.
What was happening to me?
Everything hurt. My skin was crawling now.
Hael was trembling, and I didn’t have to look down to know I was too.
He ran his hands through his hair again. “Okay, Nollie. I need you to listen to me very carefully.”
I nodded, biting my cheek until I tasted blood in my mouth.
“Lay back on the bed.” When I didn’t move, he lowered his voice. “Do it, and I’ll give you what you want.”
I sank onto the mattress almost immediately. “Good. Now open your legs.” I didn’t hesitate before spreading my knees. I’d do anything he said if it meant he’d touch me again. I needed the pain to melt to pleasure. I wanted his lips on me—
“Touch yourself.”
My eyes nearly popped out of my head at the command.
“Do it, Nollie.”
I went to move, my fingers itching to ease the pain consuming me, but I hesitated. “I… I don’t know how.”
His jaw ticked and so many expressions flashed across his face, but I couldn’t read any of them. “Do not move a fucking muscle.” He started walking toward me, slowly, painfully. I couldn’t focus. “Nollie, I need you to promise me you won’t move.”
I whimpered, but forced myself to nod.
“I think our drinks were laced with Ahthimil.”
It wasn’t until my eyes snapped to his that I realized I’d been gawking at his cock. It was so much larger than I imagined. But then again, everything about him was huge. I wanted to taste it. I wanted him to put it in—
“Nollie.”
I shook my head, trying to focus, realizing I was staring again.
“I’m going to help you come. It will all go away after you do.” My legs spread wider without meaning to. All I heard was that he was going to touch me again.
Hael’s knees slammed against the hard floor, the sound was so jarring, as he sank between my legs again. I propped myself onto my elbows, wanting to see him better, my back hunching over. He grabbed my hand, dragging my fingers over my stomach and moving them between my legs.
“Take these two fingers.” His voice was strained. “Move them like this.” He guided my hand in a circular motion and my body instantly cooled. All the pain leaving me as I narrowly focused on the sensation spiraling inside me.
“Does this feel good?”
I nodded, then threw my head back the moment he pressed my hand harder against me. The pressure was everything but not nearly enough. I wanted him. I tried to squirm, to reposition myself so that it was his hand I was feeling and not my own.
“Do not fucking move. Please—”
I didn’t listen. I wasn’t sure what he was about to do, but I didn’t wait to see. My hands ripped out and grabbed onto his hair, trying to drag his face between my legs again.
He froze for one heartbeat and I swore he was going to give in. But then he was gone, and I was burning up all over again. Heat was consuming me.
“Nollie.” My gaze snapped to his. He’d taken multiple steps back and was standing too far away. “Touch yourself. Just like I showed you. You need to come.”
My hand found my clit again and my fingers started moving mindlessly, not processing what his words meant and why I needed to.
“Yes. Just like that. Good. Don’t stop. Keep moving—”
My gaze was shifting between his cock and face, watching as he mindlessly pumped himself, before cursing and breathing heavily out of his mouth. His breaths were just as ragged as my own. Sweat was dripping down the muscles of his abdomen… His eyes shifting from lust to strain as he watched me.
My hand didn’t feel the same as his, but the pain faded and blissfulness was taking over. I ground my hips against myself, moving them in a circle, wanting more, while simultaneously enjoying every fucking second of it.
I couldn’t process any of it, couldn’t think about what it meant, except for the fact that it felt good. Everything was a blur of pleasure and euphoria. The fire melted and I started shaking for an entirely different reason.
I might have called him a god. I might have begged him to have sex with me over and over again as he talked me through how to touch myself.
All my thoughts dissipated until it was only him. I was staring at him, imagining it was his hand instead, letting his voice coax me through it. Losing myself to his scent. The touch. The feeling.
It was everything but not nearly enough. The pressure kept building and building the more I worked my fingers, and I didn’t know how to handle it. My hips bucked as he told me to put a finger inside…
“Hael,” I breathed.
“Don’t stop. Keep going. Just like that…”
It was overpowering, overwhelming, too much—
My core tightened, my legs started shaking as I screamed his name again and again and my head flung backwards.
Right as I was about to come, he stepped toward me.
I briefly felt pressure against my hand as he sank between my legs again.
His hand was overtop mine, moving my own beneath it as I came undone.
I couldn’t stop trembling. My heart was beating erratically against my chest and my breathing felt like it had when I first adjusted to the altitude, but I was no longer burning.
Hael stared at me from between my legs.
Long seconds passed as I slowly came back to myself. My legs widened a fraction as my hand fell to the bed.
“I. Want. More.” I breathed. I needed it to be him touching me. I tried to pull at his arms to drag him on top of me…
“Shit,” he swore, his breathing was ragged. He jumped up from the floor so fast it looked unnatural.
I had no idea what was wrong.
His dark brown curls were wholly black. I watched a bead of sweat drip down his temple as he swiped his hand across his face, and I realized he was shaking more than me.
“Don’t move.” He ground out and this time I listened, not that I even trusted myself to stand right now.
He turned away from me and walked over to a dresser and started rummaging through the top drawer. I sat up onto my elbows to watch him and realized we weren’t in my room like I originally thought.
It looked similar, maybe slightly larger. There were more windows, all open and facing the Drakin Mountains.
“Drink this,” Hael said, refocusing my attention back to him as he held out a glass. It was clear. No bubbles. No pink fluid. And I realized I was thirsty. My throat was so dry it felt like I had swallowed sand.
I took a long sip, nearly finishing it in one gulp before drowsiness immediately took over. “What did you give me?” I slurred as I pulled the glass away from my mouth, but it was too late. My vision blurred. My breathing turned shallow as my heartbeat was finally slowing.
“You can sleep here. Everything will pass when you wake up.”
I blinked again, trying to keep my eyes open. Hael was still shirtless, but he had grabbed another pair of pants and pulled them on before my vision went black.
“Just sleep, Nollie.”
I felt my body being lifted before my head found a pillow and a blanket was pulled to my chest.
The last thing I remembered was Hael cursing as he walked toward the door.