Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
ARABELLA
My reaction to Cy decapitating an extremely aggressive nightmare right in front of me should have been something other than desire.
Anything but desire. Instead, my body had decided that the savage act was one we not only approved of but wanted to reward.
Heat lit up my entire being, from the center of my body and out to the tips of my fingers.
I swallowed, feeling a heightened sense of his proximity to me as I looked up at him.
Cy’s face was seemingly void of emotion, but I knew the truth. I could see it right under the surface, the fury that radiated off of him at the idea that this nightmare had tried to touch me—specifically a nightmare that he already disliked.
“You killed him,” I whispered, my eyes wide as I processed what he’d just done.
Killing wasn’t anything new for my men, but I didn’t usually see Cy kill, especially when it wasn’t during a fight or mission.
Something about his action was so barbaric and primal that I could feel myself grow wet, my nipples turning into hard peaks against the cotton of my bra.
When we had first arrived here, I had not only been given a place to shower, but Kalinda had offered me a pack of clothes that they kept for stray nightmares.
I’d been thrilled to finally have a pair of panties on, but right now?
I wanted nothing more than to have all my clothes off, especially with the level of heat Cy was regarding me with.
The lethal man approached me, cupping my jaw.
I leaned into it, unable to deny his touch, even with a corpse on the ground near us.
One that was still actively bleeding, for the record.
“I did.” His voice was raspy. “I killed him for you.”
And that did all types of things to my body.
“Cy,” I whispered, my voice breathy as he backed me up further against the table.
When my butt hit the edge, his lips met mine in a slowly toxic kiss that had my skin breaking out into chills.
When he pulled back and I met his gaze, I realized his eyes were hypnotically swirling again, like in the forest. My legs opened almost automatically so he could step between them, his large hands sliding up my thighs as he brushed our lips together again.
It was slow and hesitant as if giving me a moment to pull back, to stop what was growing between us.
I couldn’t though.
Surging forward, my fingers strung through his hair as I seared my lips against his.
That was all it took for Cy to snap, and I was flat on my back before I had a chance to blink, his large frame bent over mine as he pinned me to the table.
I whimpered as he intertwined our fingers, holding them hostage against the flat surface while devouring my mouth.
I could feel how hard he was against me, his length pulsing against my covered center.
I sent a wish into the universe that my clothes would spontaneously disappear or combust. It wouldn’t surprise me with how my skin felt like it was burning.
Cy gripped my face, speaking in a low, dark tone. “Pixie, I don’t have enough control for this. Not after wanting you for so long. If this isn’t something you want—”
“I want you. I want this,” I whispered, my mind flashing over the conversation we had earlier and the risk we were taking. It didn’t quell my desire, though—if anything, it fucking enhanced it.
Cy didn’t hesitate, his fingers moving to my collar before ripping my shirt down the center.
I inhaled sharply as he groaned, looking over my breasts covered in simple cotton.
It didn’t feel simple, though. Not right now.
No, right now it felt like I was wearing the sexiest thing on earth.
I let out a moan of his name as he tugged the material to the side and pulled one of the hardened peaks into his mouth.
That alone would be enough to cause me to climax, but the scrape of his fangs against my skin and the way his tongue wrapped around my sensitive flesh had me jolting as that warmth that came only from his mouth began to travel across my skin, causing me to feel both needy and like I was floating in a pool of pure pleasure at the same time.
I squirmed, opening my legs wider as he ground against me.
My fingers tightened in his hair as I hissed out in frustration, wanting to feel more of him.
“Fuck, I can smell how wet you are,” he growled softly. “I want to taste you, pixie. Tell me I can. Tell me I can taste all of you.”
The demand went right to my clit. “Yes, please, Cy—”
The nightmare buried his venomous fangs on the swell of my breast, and a climax slammed into me so hard I cried out his name, the sound echoing through the dining hall.
I could feel his venom enter me, and instead of making me feel just pure euphoria, which was totally happening as well, an inferno of need exploded in my center, so extreme that I nearly felt in pain.
I whimpered as I pushed my hips up, trying to arch against him, wanting more of his touch.
When he pulled back, his fangs dripped with my blood, and I made a needy sound that had him meeting my gaze as he moved down my body, leaving bloody kisses on my skin.
In the haze of my euphoria, I realized his tongue had shifted, the end of it forked as it slid against my body in a way I’d never experienced before. I moaned as he reached the edge of my pants and tugged them down, his jaw clenching as he inhaled and met my gaze again, his eyes turning into slits.
Fucking hell.
“I need you,” I begged. “Please, Cy. I feel like I’m burning up.”
“It’s the venom.” His voice was raspy and layered with magic, enough that it caused the room around me to feel like it was vibrating.
Being with Cy was a transcendent experience.
I’d never been high before, but I was nearly positive this was exactly like that—like the strongest drug in the world causing me to feel both relief and overwhelming need.
“The heat won’t go away until I come inside of you, pixie. Until I fill you up completely.”
Fuck, that was so goddamn hot.
When my panties were suddenly tugged down, Cy spread my thighs so I was laid out for him on the table like a feast, my body tingling.
His hands held me tightly so I couldn’t move, and when his tongue ran over the slick heat of my pussy, he let out a feral sound that rattled his chest. I moaned out his name as his tongue began to explore my folds, the sensation helping the mounting frustration but never quelling it.
Even when his tongue wrapped around my clit in a way I didn’t know was possible before thrusting inside me.
As if preparing me, the venom from his mouth began to heat my pussy even more, turning me impossibly wet and making it so my muscles completely relaxed.
I finally let out a cry of frustration, unable to hold it in.
A dark chuckle left his lips, his large body back over mine as he kissed me hard.
The demanding nature of it left me breathless, and I moaned as he easily pulled his shirt over his head.
Cy’s torso and arms were covered in tattoos, and embedded in his skin were mint green scales that shifted with a black shimmer.
My eyes moved down to where he was unbuckling his pants, his large hands moving slowly as if teasing me.
I nearly pouted, but was fully distracted as he pushed down his pants.
My mouth dropped open.
“Cy,” I gasped. “Holy hell.”
I had never seen Cy’s cock before, and I was starting to realize what a horrible travesty that was, because holy shit was it something amazing.
His smile was dark, showcasing his fangs, as he wrapped a hand around his length, the thickness of it easily rivaling a soda can.
I noticed a set of ridges along the back that seemed to be shifting with his movement.
Before I could ask what they were, he ran the tip of his cock between my folds, and my eyes flared as I tried to spread my thighs as much as possible.
“Arabella,” he hissed, looking down at me. “Fuck, I don’t want to hurt you—”
I didn’t give him a chance to overthink it, needing him more than my next breath.
I locked my legs around him, arching forward enough that he slid in at least two inches.
A growl left his throat as his hand slid up to grip my neck, and I offered him a coy smile, my breathing uneven as he closed his eyes as if trying to steady himself.
“I should punish you for that,” he nearly choked.
“By fucking me hard?”
His eyes flashed black as he came to a decision.
“Fuck it.”
Fuck me.
That’s what he meant when he slammed into me so hard that when I cried out his name, my voice broke.
His length had me nearly blacking out, the thickness causing me to feel filled in every way possible.
I gasped, losing my breath as I felt the ridges on the underneath of his cock move back and forth as he slid further into me, causing every nerve ending to feel continuously stimulated.
“What are those?” I gasped. “They feel amazing.”
“Just fucking wait, pixie,” he growled, leaning forward and nipping my lip before hitting what felt like my freakin’ cervix.
He probably wasn’t all the way in, but I was not brave enough to look.
I moaned, seeing stars, seriously wondering if I was going to pass out.
The breathing from his chest was ragged, and I felt him pull back, only to push forward again.
When he leaned back, my eyes widened to realize that I could practically see his cock against my abdomen, his slow movements allowing me to grow more wet around him so he could slowly work his way to an even faster pace. I gripped the table as he rolled his hips and let out a feral sound.
“I won’t be able to keep it this slow, Arabella. I’m trying though.”
“I don’t want slow,” I promised. He slammed forward, and I saw a bulge in my abdomen that had my clit pulsing.