Chapter 30 Lemon
Lemon
“I can’t believe you got a tattoo of my face.” I run my fingers over the iridescent silver lines as Furyon’s muscles pop.
He grits his jaw as the edges of his lips curl upward. “I’m yours. Seemed fitting.”
I slide my hand through his elbow and grab his thigh. The muscle moves smoothly beneath his jeans. When I slide my hand up higher, moving it to the bulge between his legs, he growls.
Damn, I’m gonna soak his front seat if he keeps that up.
I can tell he’s mad about what Father said to me earlier.
And I know we’re likely to discuss it more, but he seems pretty damn determined to take my mind off it.
And I’m just as anxious to forget all the fuck about my godsdamned father and my stupidhead brother.
Furyon growls again. “Baby, you keep thinkin’ about them, and I’m gonna Hulk out and start smashing something.
Godsdamn, I didn’t expect to feel you this deep, Lemon.
” He pats the tattoo carefully, like he wants to rub it but knows he can’t.
He’s a dark elf… He’ll heal fast. But I wonder if it’s tender.
I lean over and sink my fangs into his exposed shoulder, careful not to push venom into the bite.
Even so, his hips buck, and he lets out a deep, needy groan, swerving off the road.
Red dust clouds rise up around the truck as I slide halfway into his lap, careful to avoid touching his pectoral muscle and the fresh tattoo there.
There’s something about knowing he chose me, that he put me on his skin, that has me ready to go wild.
Furyon swerves off the road again as I bite my way up his shoulder to his neck, sucking blood to the surface of his beautiful dark skin. He grunts, tightening an arm around my waist as I grind along his thigh. The friction sends heat swelling through me in anticipation of what’s coming.
I’m not even looking at the road, so thank fuck Furyon has a hold on me because I’m not ready when he slams the truck to a stop. He throws it in park then shoves his mouth onto mine with a heady snarl.
His mouth is everywhere. He’s biting at my lower lip and sliding his tongue along mine, sucking my tongue into his mouth with such force, I’m lost under his onslaught. I’m practically limp in his arms as Furyon takes every inch of my mouth.
Pulling away from him, I reach down and shove his jeans open. His cock springs up, bobbing obscenely toward me. Gods, I want it. I bend down, sucking the tip into my mouth and laving it softly.
Furyon moans when I slide my tongue around his crown, admiring how thick and hard he is.
I’ve always loved giving head, but doing this with him might be my new favorite thing.
The way Furyon moans and hisses? Perfection.
And when he grips the door handle, claws digging into the leather?
I could almost come just from the sight of him losing control.
Almost.
Humming around the tip, I sink further down until my nose nestles in the thick black pubic hair around his base. Gods, I love a man who keeps things tidy but still has hair. There’s something so obscenely masculine about it.
“I’m about to embarrass myself,” he growls, gripping the back of my neck and pulling me slightly off his dick.
With an answering growl, I surge forward and take him to the base again, sucking my way rhythmically back off him.
“Godsdamn it, woman,” he hisses, gripping his cock as he thrusts up into my mouth. “If you’re determined to make me make a mess of this truck, keep goin’.”
“I’m determined.” I look up with a smile. “Splatter your seed everywhere, Furyon. On my face, on my tits. All over the steering wheel. I want to taste it.”
“You’re speakin’ my language.” He groans, curling his fingers through my hair as he cocks his knee to one side.
Angling his body, he slides his other hand into my locks and begins guiding me on and off his rigid length.
The gentle press of his fingers in my hair is demanding but not forceful, his hips moving steadily in time with my mouth.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he croons, mouth dropped open as a dark gray flush takes over his high cheekbones. “Keep goin’, Lemon. Don’t stop. I’m about to explode.”
Loving how vocal he is, I focus on keeping up a steady swirling pattern with my tongue, tracing thick veins that run up the underside of his cock. His contraceptive ring is still in place. Illogical as it is, I think about ripping it off so I can see every single bit of him.
“Fuck,” he grunts out. “I’m seconds from—” A choked roar tells me exactly where his words trailed off as he curls over, fingers fisting tighter in my hair.
He bellows my name, fangs gnashing as he fills my mouth with sweet, creamy cum.
It hits the back of my throat and drips down, his thrusts going fast and shallow as he pants and roars a second time.
Relaxing my throat, I swallow him deeper, loving the scent of his pheromones as pleasure overtakes him. It has my entire body tense and achy, heat swirling between my thighs and slick wetting my pussy. I need him deep inside me, coming again until I’m boneless and sated.
His breathing slows, and he slumps against the car door, releasing his hold on my hair. Pale eyes follow me as I clean him up, sucking up warm seed as it spills slowly down his cock.
“Damn, Lemon, that’s a sight I’ll never get tired of.” His voice sounds roughshod, like he just screamed for a solid thirty seconds. It was gravelly to start with, but there’s something so sexy about the way his satisfied little growls rumble at a lower octave right now.
He chuckles and pulls his cock out of my mouth, dragging the tip along my lower lip. “That’s enough, baby girl. Your turn.”
Laughing, I move forward and nip playfully at his fingers.
His nostrils flare. “That’s enough, Lemon. You gonna challenge me, mate?”
When I tease again, he surges forward and flips me in one smooth move, coming behind me and bringing his teeth beneath my ear.
His breath is warm, his lips rough as he bites and nibbles his way down to my shoulder. “I said it’s your turn. Hands on the door, baby.”
A full body shudder racks me as I bring both hands to the doorframe and arch against him. The heat of his body and the intensity of his scent in the truck has me hot and needy.
In one quick move, he yanks my skirt down and moves so I can’t feel him at all. “Look at that pretty pussy,” he croons, his voice slightly farther away.
Glancing under my arm, I see he’s lounging against his door like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Letting out a soft, needy growl, I demand what he just teased me with—he said it was my turn, after all.
“I didn’t say it was gonna be fast, Lemon,” he says with a lift of one dark brow. “Unless you’re too needy to play around.” He glances out the windshield. “But there ain’t nobody anywhere to be seen. We can take our time, if you want.”
A second snarl from me tells him just what I think about that idea.
Shifting forward, he runs his hands up the backs of my thighs as I stretch to show him everything I want him to touch.
“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” he says softly. “I love that, Lemon. I haven’t done this in decades, but, godsdamn, it’s fun doin’ it with you.”
His praise has me preening, my pussy clenching on nothing as I waggle my ass at him. I might as well be a shifter female ready to go into heat. I want him on top of me, beneath me, inside me…for fucking days if I can get it.
It still shocks me when he moves forward and slips two fingers into me, curling them.
He brings his mouth to my back pucker and swirls his tongue over it, the dual sensations knocking my sanity sideways.
I moan when he does it again, grinding a finger slowly over my clit until I grunt and groan.
It’s too much, he’s everywhere, and in all of ten seconds, I’m so hot I could burst.
“You ain’t gonna last two minutes like this.” He chuckles and bites my ass cheek, fangs sinking in. Orgasm builds like a hurricane, and I start rocking back to meet the steady movement of his talented fingers.
He releases the bite and picks another spot, and the painful prick of his teeth is what sends me over the edge into oblivion.
His tongue laps at the sensitive skin between my pussy and my ass, a swirling pattern that blots out rational thought, replacing it with a wave of pleasure so fierce and hard, all I can do is wail and hang on to the door frame as I spurt cum onto him.
He grunts and moves his fingers faster, the sound tense and demanding as my cum drips down my thighs and onto the leather bench seat. Furyon pulls back just enough to lay a slap on my ass cheek with his free hand.
“Another, Lemon.”
The demand prolongs my orgasm until I’m wailing and coming and barely breathing. It drags long, stars bursting behind my eyelids as he pulls, no—demands—my body give him what he wants.
Is it hours later before I stop coming? I don’t even know. All I know is it takes a minute for my hearing and vision to return, and when I flip over onto my back, Furyon’s covered in my slick, licking it off his fingers with a pleased expression.
“You taste good, city girl.” He sucks his middle finger, swirling his pink tongue around the digit. Thick veins run up his forearms and wrists, disappearing into the back of his hand. How can veins be that fucking sexy?!
For a moment, he watches me. Then he leans over top of me and brings his mouth to mine, breathing the same air for just a moment.
“I’m crazy about you,” he whispers. “And I think Echo might just be right, and you’ve got me all twisted up. Because I need way, way more of this, Lemon. All over my house. On every surface of my truck. Maybe in my office.”
My heart rate rises. What he’s saying is meaningful, important. And it feels so good to be wanted like this.
“I like taking care of you.” He brushes his mouth over mine.
Just then, my stomach helpfully rumbles.
Furyon laughs and bends further down, kissing a path along my breasts to my belly button. “I think right now that means you need to be fed and I did promise food and fuckery. Let’s go to town and grab you something, alright?”
He sits upright and tucks his dick back into his pants. I pull my skirt back up, still trying to catch my breath.
“I think you need a burger, woman.” He puts the truck in drive and does a circle to head back to town.
When we pass the Keeper’s mansion, she waves her gates open and shut in greeting.
“Furyon, look at that!” I hiss, pointing out the window. “I think she’s telling us we can come back to hang. Maybe when I’m not sobbing.”
He stares at the mansion in wonder. “I do believe you’re right, baby. You need to find a time to go make friends, I guess.”
I’m still considering that twenty minutes later when Bluebell snorts as she slaps a menu on the bartop in front of me.
“Lawd, Lemon, you look a hot mess. Not to mention Oz told me he saw you earlier in the tunnels. Girl, what are we about to learn about you and Furyon’s relationship?
It seems like karaoke is your love language. ”
I chuckle and wave as he picks through the crowd. “Nothin’ from me, girl. He told me it’s his turn to go. So I guess we’re gonna see what he’s made of.”
She rests on both forearms, staring as Furyon grabs the mike and punches a series of buttons on the karaoke machine. “Damn, Lemon. You’ve got that man all tied up. In the entire time I’ve known Furyon, he’s never done karaoke. Not once.”
He’s doing it for me. I know that.
The first notes of Tim McGraw’s “She’s My Kind of Rain” bring tears back to my eyes. I beam as he belts out the notes.
“Gods, he’s really fuckin’ good,” Bluebell murmurs. She bats her lashes playfully at me. “And he’s singin’ you a really romantic song too. Guess you’re keeping him, huh?”
I smile as realization courses fully through me. “Yeah,” I say softly. “I’m definitely keeping him. Or maybe he’s keeping me but, yeah, Bluebell.”
She claps her hands together with a big, mischievous smile. “Does that mean you’re sticking around, Lem? ‘Cause me and Oz would love that so much.”
The bar roof beams creak happily, and the counter top ripples, sending two shots down toward us. Bluebell bursts into laughter, blue brows rising.
“Guess you can’t leave anyhow, Lemon. ‘Cause PG is keepin’ you, too. And you know she don’t hardly keep nobody.”
I haven’t even told her about my burgeoning friendship with the Keeper’s mansion.
Bluebell laughs so joyfully at the simple idea of my presence. And in that moment, I know I’m not leaving Pine Gulch.