Chapter 6
Chapter Six
ARABELLA
I could feel something was different between the two of us, and I stepped back out of his arms, offering him a curious look as he let out a low rumble from the back of his throat.
I never knew exactly how to handle Blackwell, and there was a power that radiated off him that left me in a stupor. I swallowed nervously as he stepped forward, his power seeping out to make the room literally hotter.
“What?” I said, feeling like I was being cornered like prey and absolutely loving it. I didn’t even feel bad about that. I wouldn’t say I had a kink, but being hunted by sexy monsters who sometimes had totally primal behaviors… Yeah, that would be somewhere up there for sure.
And here I had thought I was just changing my clothes—Surprise!
I squeaked as my butt hit my desk and he appeared in front of me, sliding his hands forward so that I was caged in and overshadowed by his large frame. My pulse picked up as he tilted his head and brushed his nose against mine, causing my breath to catch at how he was acting.
“You know what.” He smoothed his fingers down to my hips, his hands tightening there as I felt a warmth pool in my center. A hazy satisfaction rolled over my skin at how hard he was against me. His touch as always felt burning, and it had me wanting him to incinerate the clothes off my body.
“No, tell me,” I teased breathlessly. I knew what. I totally knew what.
“Tell me that Saint isn’t bullshitting. Tell me that you can survive this between us and that you want me.
Want us.” His words were a growling demand, but I could hear the plea behind them.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Arabella. Fuck, that is the last thing I would ever want, but I want you so goddamn bad that it’s hard to be around you sometimes without stripping you bare and claiming you fully. ”
“I would one hundred percent be fine with that.” I whimpered as his grip tightened on me and he turned us sharply, lifting me up so I was wrapped around his frame as he walked us towards the bed, his lips brushing against mine in a teasing and dangerous touch.
There were a lot of things I loved about Blackwell, but his ability to take command of a situation was for sure up there. He didn’t mess around. If he wanted something, he just took it… just like he had taken me.
“Tell me, I need to hear the words.” Blackwell sat on the bed, leaning back so that I was over him, his fingers running over my waist to my ass, which he squeezed, his eyes turning gold with heat.
I couldn’t help the teasing smile that came onto my face as I rocked against him, loving the way his jaw clenched and breathing roughened.
I could feel how much Blackwell wanted me, and it didn’t matter that I was slightly sore from Saint—maybe more than slightly—because already my body was responding to his need.
“I will completely survive anything we do,” I explained in a rush as a growl came from his lips and he rolled us so that I was trapped underneath him.
Blackwell’s lips met mine in a kiss that was so demanding and devouring that the breath practically rushed out of me, the room seeming to heat into an inferno that had my skin prickling with a heated flush.
I let out a small cry of surprise at the nip he left on my bottom lip, drawing blood. He swiped his tongue across the blood, making my lips feel like they were burning with a toxic sensation. I swear, the man had some weird control over my body and turned everything into a molten state.
“I know I don’t have enough time to enjoy you,” he growled in frustration, “but I have to taste you again.”
“We have time,” I whispered, my voice needy, as he sat back quick enough to give me whiplash and ran his fingers along the pants I was wearing.
My mouth dropped open as the material literally dissolved into gold ash under his touch, leaving me in just my panties, his eyes heating with humor as he watched my expression.
The man was literally hot enough to melt my pants off.
“How the hell—”
I didn’t get a chance to talk because he was back on me and clasping my jaw, demanding my mouth completely, to such an extent that I began to lose track of my own name.
What I didn’t lose track of? How hard he was and how my legs barely wrapped around his hips because of how massive his frame was.
I tried to tighten my legs, but when he pulled back they easily loosened, and I watched as he pushed up my sweater and eased it over my head, his eyes moving over every inch of my body.
“Little love,” he groaned as he looked over me, “you are fucking perfection.”
I was wearing a matching set of black lace lingerie, so I did have to thank forethought for that one.
I felt my toes curl as he moved down on the bed, my legs widening to accommodate him, as he tugged down one of the cups to my lace bra.
A moan of his name came from my lips as he drew my nipple into his mouth and he teased it with his teeth and tongue.
My entire body locked up, and I let out a sound of frustration at the way his other hand reached down to tease my pussy through my sheer lace underwear. I knew he could feel how turned on I was, because the feral sound that echoed through his room was completely his nightmare side.
“I want to touch you.” I tugged at his button-down shirt and he let out a possessive sound, frustrated to pull away from my body as I fumbled with his buttons.
A whimper of need came from my lips as he pushed the shirt away to reveal his olive-toned chest that was covered in black markings intertwined with a vibrant, almost metallic gold…
like the ones on my hips. I wanted to explore every inch of him, but I didn’t get a chance because he was back kissing down my skin as my fingers dove into his normally neatly styled hair.
I could see a shifting of his magic under his skin as he reached my panties and slipped them off of me, before offering me a heated look and pushing my thighs open. When he drew his tongue up my slit, my back arched as my eyes closed, relishing in the sensation of his mouth against my center.
My legs tried to close, but he just used his massive hands to pry them open again as he began to devour my center. When I looked back down at him, my breath caught to see his nightmare form starting to peeking out.
His normally olive skin was turning harder, almost into an onyx armor that had cracks in it, highlighting flashes of fire that seemed to radiate from the center of his being.
Blackwell grew in size as well, his nearly 6’9’’ form gaining space and making me seriously wonder if it was going to be possible for me to handle him.
That thought was quickly removed from my mind, though, as his searing hot tongue began to tease my clit, causing every nerve ending in my body to light up.
I let out a cry as my climax surged up and tried to topple over me.
Then the bastard pulled back and gently blew on my clit right as I was about to feel some relief.
A near growl of frustration escaped from my throat that had him snapping his head up.
Immediately, I could see that he was well aware of how close I’d been.
My entire body melted at how hot he looked like this, his normally sculpted, beautiful face accented now by that armor-like skin, his gold eyes like burning embers that seemed to absorb every element of heat and lust that I knew I was reflecting.
Crap. Did I mention how huge he was like this?
I didn’t have a chance to breathe, let alone be nervous, as he went back to devouring me, his hands tightening on my thighs as I felt my entire body jump at the feeling of them marking my skin.
I had no idea if it would be long lasting, but I had a feeling that my price to pay for loving Blackwell like this would include a few burns. Burns I happily took.
I was really hoping Saint wasn’t bullshitting about that extra durability, because there was literally nothing soft about Blackwell like this.
When he teased my clit between his teeth, the climax slammed into me and my fingers tightened in what used to be his hair but was now made of an onyx crown that circled two massive horns.
I didn’t even mind the sharpness of the spikes that now crowded his head, puncturing my hand slightly, the pain just fueling the satisfaction of the way the climax seemed to rocket his energy in intensity.
It was so fucking hot and terrifying.
As he stood up, standing over me, I reached up to him as he caged me back against the bed. “No. Don’t stop.”
“Arabella,” he growled, his dark lips teasing me as I gripped his body further, drawing him back down for a kiss. His kiss was bruising now, and I absolutely loved it.
“No,” I begged, feeling an insane need roll over me. I felt almost frenzied. “Please, Blackwell, I need you. You know how much I need you. You feel this.”
“Of course I fucking feel it,” he got out, his voice almost indistinguishable from usual.
“Then why won’t you let this happen?” I whimpered. “Why won’t you give into what we both want?”
I could see the indecision in his eyes as I drew back slightly and offered him a small almost pout, knowing what would push the man. I couldn’t help myself from pushing him, especially since I knew he was only saying no to try to protect me.
“Do you not want me?”
I was flipped over so fast that a surprised squeak left my throat as my hips were tugged backwards and his hand came across my ass.
His low growl against my neck had hair standing up on my skin as he brought his lips against my ear, his hard body brushing against my much softer one. “What did you just say?”
“I asked if you didn’t want me,” I sassed.