Chapter 12 #2
“Fiona, I’m blowing this up and hanging it on the wall over our bed.” He chuckled darkly.
When I couldn’t reach his phone because he held it so far away, I resorted to splashing him with some of the water.
A wicked smirk pulled at his mouth as he moved back.
He placed his phone on the sink. I wondered why until he unsnapped his jeans.
And then, within three blinks, he was naked and had returned to me.
His cock was hardening before my eyes. I wanted to taste him.
I was about to do it when he stepped into the tub.
He squeezed himself in behind me. For us both to fit, I had to sit on his lap.
It left the seam of my cheeks, making the perfect spot for his growing cock to burrow.
I gasped as he held me down on him and rubbed his cock into my slightly tender but not too tender for that, pussy.
“Is this too much?” he whispered.
“No. I love the feeling of you,” I confessed.
“And I love the feeling of you. But know that if you’re ever sore, not feeling it, I’m doing something too rough, or that you don’t want whatever I’m doing, tell me. I only want you to experience pleasure with me, Piscín. I’ll work not to lose control.”
I turned slightly so I could see his face. He was serious. His frown showed he was.
“Keir, I won’t ever suffer through something. And if I’m in pain, I’ll tell you. What you did earlier got a little wild. And I loved it. I wouldn’t change a thing about how you claimed me. In fact, I can’t stop thinking about it.”
As I confessed my inner longing, I rubbed my bottom back and forth, causing his now fully hard cock to slip through the cleft formed by my lips down there. I moaned when the head of his cock nudged my clit. I was wet, and it wasn’t from the water.
Keir said nothing for a couple of beats as he stared into my eyes, then I was lifted and somehow, he twisted my body until I was straddling him, placing us face-to-face.
My hands grabbed his shoulders. Water sloshed onto the tiled bathroom floor, which had a drain conveniently near the tub.
As if the owners knew things might get messy in here—no worries about it damaging the flooring.
Keir leaned forward to capture my mouth.
I gave it to him gladly. The kiss was intense, but it was mutual.
I gave as good as I got. I moaned when his hands got involved.
They kneaded, stroked, and tweaked my breasts and nipples.
I couldn’t remain still. Instead, I slid my hips back and forth on his erection and made circles on it, too. His groan was proof that he enjoyed it.
Each nudge of my clit or the slick slide along my folds wound the tension inside of me tighter. Suddenly, one of his hands let go of my breast and found its way between my legs. He rubbed a circle over my clit. I hissed, breaking the kiss. I let my head fall backward.
“That’s it. Feel. Let yourself go,” he whispered.
I did. His wicked fingers worked me into an orgasm in about a minute. My hips bucked, and water churned as I climaxed. I cried out his name, “Keir!”
He kept touching me, but in a less aggressive way. He was easing me down from the high. Just as the last of the inner tension was about to leave me, Keir gave me an order.
“Lift up.”
His voice was slightly hoarse. I did as he demanded.
There was more movement of his hand between our legs, but when I felt his cock move from horizontal to vertical, and the head pressed to my opening, I knew what he wanted.
It was what I was dying to have. But before I could impale myself, he spoke.
“If it hurts too much, we’ll stop. Tell me.”
That was his last demand before he pressed the tip inside. When it was there, he brought both of his hands to my hips, gripped them, and yanked me down, burying his steely length into me. I groaned loudly, but it wasn’t in denial or pain. It felt wonderful despite the slight sting and burn.
Not waiting for him to ask if I was okay, I placed my hands on his shoulders and lifted myself, until just the head remained inside of my pussy.
I held his gaze as I dropped back down on him.
With a little help from Keir, I found and kept a rhythm that was perfect for both of us.
And because I wanted to maximize his bliss, like I knew he would mine, I circled my hips.
Then I consciously squeezed my inner muscles, as if I were doing Kegel exercises.
A guttural groan was ripped out of him. His eyes burned.
“You’re amazing, Fiona. So goddamn amazing. And I’m the bastard lucky enough to claim you. You’re so tight, hot, and you fit my cock like a glove. You were made for me. Ride my cock, Piscín. Let me make you scream and fill you with my cum,” he demanded, but there was an edge of plea to it.
His words caused something to tease the back of my mind, but I forgot about it as I sped up. I varied the speed, threw in hip circles, and squeezed. I explored his upper chest and peppered kisses on his mouth and anywhere else I could reach without requiring me to stop my ride.
More water sloshed out. Our breathing grew louder and more ragged. And the tension was twisting tighter inside me. I prayed he was experiencing the same. After another couple of minutes, I knew there was no going back. I was almost there.
“Come with me. I’m ready,” I pleaded desperately.
Keir growled, then he helped me ride him harder. That was all it took. I jumped off the cliff into a mind-altering orgasm. As I screamed out my joy and orgasmed, he grunted and then growled as he came. His warmth bathed my insides. My fingernails clawed his shoulders and upper back.
When I was done coming, I slumped onto his chest. We breathed as if we ran a marathon. His hands ran soothingly up and down my back. Kisses were scattered over my face. When we could breathe normally again, Keir broke the silence.
“You did it again. Made me have an out-of-body experience. Lord, woman. And your claw marks feel good.”
That’s what made me recall what I did. I moved so I could see the damage. I winced. I’d drawn blood, and it was from my regular nails, not my hand transforming into Danu’s. I kissed them.
“I’m sorry. I got carried away.”
“Don’t be. I love having your marks on me. Evidence that you’re mine. They’ll heal, unless you want to lick them and make them permanent.”
His tone said he wouldn’t mind. I shook my head.
Our saliva not only helps wounds heal and stop the bleeding, but it can also make whatever we lick permanent.
As shifters, we tended to heal without scarring.
So if you want something to stay, like his claiming bite, you had to apply shifter saliva to it.
Keir had done this to my claiming bite after I passed out.
“I won’t mark you with those, but I’ll do it another way. You’ll have to wait and see,” I teased. He groaned.
“Damn, now I’ll obsess over what and when. Not that I don’t obsess about you all the time anyway. Thank you, Fiona.” He had gone serious.
“Thank you for what?” I asked.
“For giving me this chance. For agreeing to be my mate despite not knowing me well yet, and for my stupid move with my comments. You’re the bravest person I've ever met. I’m fucking blessed.”
“Funny, I feel the same way, only it’s you being my blessing.” As I finished admitting that, I sealed my mouth to his and let that magic consume us. At this rate, we might never get out of the tub.