Chapter 23
Katie
Anger douses any arousal that was simmering beneath the surface after being pressed against his body, his giant cock flush against my stomach. Now, seeing it front on for the first time, that thing could be used as a weapon.
I drop my cum-stained jacket and spin on my heel, careful not to slip, and storm out of the bathing cave and back toward Asterion’s hut.
I can’t believe he used my jacket as some sort of cum rag!
I can hear Asterion scrambling in the cave to chase after me, scooping me up as I head back toward his hut.
“Put me down, you—you beast!” I screech, hammering my fists on his slick back, and get an eyeful of a very tight ass as we make it back inside. He sets me back on the floor, along with the sack of things he took with us and our now clean, wet clothes.
I stand in the middle of Asterion’s home in nothing but this wrap of fabric, and I’m finding it hard to maintain my dignity without any fucking clothes on.
I haven’t needed my knife, nor have I had any pockets to keep it in, so I’ve kept it tucked away between the furs. Close enough for me to reach it at night, when I might need it the most. I search for it now, flinging a fur to the side.
“What are you looking for?”
I shoot a glare at him, throwing a fur back down, and turn to him.
“Where is my knife?”
He pushes off from the counter, his cock erect and weeping from the tip, and steps toward me. He likes this game of cat and mouse, and I try desperately not to look.
“This knife?” With a flick of his hand, the blade is between his fingers, the handle pointed in my direction. “It really is not safe to sleep with a blade.”
I growl, attempting to snatch it back from him, but he only lifts it out of my reach.
“Give it to me.” So I can stab you with it, I almost say.
He leans into my face. “How bad do you want it, little viper?”
Arousal angrily flares to life, ignited by his sultry gravel tone. I begin to feel wet despite being pissed at him for violating my jacket.
He steps into my space, causing me to back up or be nose to nose with him.
The backs of my legs hit the raised platform where the furs make up his bed. I squeak as I tip backwards into the little nest I’ve made. He climbs in after me, his dick bobbing, and I shuffle backwards until I can’t go any further.
He cages me in with his arms. My heart beats rapidly in my chest like a rat caught in a snake’s nest. Predator and prey, and I don’t think I’m the viper in this situation.
Having his body this close to mine sends my hormones into a frenzy, already wound tight from our closeness in the hot spring.
The mate bond has it so I can’t tell if I want to fight him or fuck him.
“How bad do you want it, little viper?” he repeats, rubbing his snout in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply.
I want it so bad.
The knife, I mean.
“If you can take it, you can have it back,” he whispers in my ear, bringing the handle of the knife to my skin, tracing it down the side of my neck and over the fabric wrapped around me. Goose pimples erupt along my skin from his touch.
His pupils are blown, and I know the mate bond is driving him just as mad. Each day, it gets worse. I feel like I am feverish and wet all the time, and all the little innuendos and the dirty way he says such innocent things have me wanting to hold onto his horns while I ride his face.
He reaches the bottom of the fabric and looks down at me, and then to where he holds the blade, the handle of the knife teasing along my thigh in place of his fingers.
I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, at war with myself.
I so desperately want his touch just a little higher, but I’m also not sure this is something we should be doing.
Fuck it.
If life has taught me anything, it’s that we only get to live it once. I’ve got my second chance at freedom, so why should I hold myself back anymore? The thought is as exhilarating as it is freeing.
My lips part with soft pants in anticipation, and my legs fall open.
Maintaining eye contact, he leans into me, pressing his nose into the fabric over my groin, and inhales.
My hips buck slightly, rubbing myself against his muzzle, eager for more.
More pressure, more anything. He grins as he pulls back, and my tongue darts out to wet my lips.
He copies me, pressing his tongue into the fabric, soaking it with his saliva until there’s a wet patch where my pussy is. Teasing me by not even touching me.
He takes the handle of my pocketknife and traces it over the wet patch. I whimper as he presses it between my legs and against my sensitive clit.
“Do you still want your knife, little viper?”
A thin sheen of sweat has broken out across my forehead, my bottom lip between my teeth as I nod.
“Are you going to take it from me?” He quirks his head with a smirk.
This fucking—
I roll us, which is no small feat, until I am sitting astride him, my legs spread wide across his broad body, his hard dick flush against his stomach, weeping pre-cum into his fur.
From this angle, I can see rungs of gold metal lining the underside of his cock, and my mouth pops open.
The column of his dick is pierced. That is a problem for another day, because right now is just for me.
He’s still holding the blade of the knife, the sharp edge awfully close to his dick.
The handle is now wedged between us, right against my sensitive nub.
I give an involuntary buck against it, seeking the friction I crave.
It feels so wrong to use it like this, but I also can’t find it in me to care. All I care about right now is coming.
I grind against it again, the blade biting into the skin of his hand, a thin line of red welting. The fabric rides up my hips, exposing the dark curls between my legs, and he groans as he watches me move.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask between pants as I roll my hips.
“Do not dare stop. I want you to use me, little viper. I want you to come all over me.”
I can feel my wetness coating the insides of my thighs as I grind against the handle of the knife, but it’s not enough.
“I need more,” I whine.
“Fates,” he curses, shifting me so that his cock is between my folds instead, the balls of his piercings rolling against my skin as I grind against him, coating him in my wetness.
“Mm, better.” I sigh, setting the pace, working myself against his cock.
“Lean forward,” he grunts, and I cock an eyebrow at him. “Do you trust me?”
Not that long ago, I would’ve said no. But now it’s different.
He has made it impossible for me not to trust him.
I nod, leaning forward and resting my head on his chest. I feel something firm press at my entrance and realize what he’s doing.
He rolls his hips beneath me, sliding his cock between my folds, able to hit my clit better at this angle with his piercings.
The handle of the knife edges inside me with each thrust, working in place of a finger.
My breathing wobbles as he slides between my thighs and works the handle in and out of me, covering it in my juices.
“What was your plan for this knife, little viper?” he growls, the vibration adding to the abundance of sensations. “Were you going to stab me with it? Again?”
I lift my head, nodding as I moan while he works me faster.
“Even after I saved your life?”
I moan my release, my walls pulsing around the handle of the pocketknife as I come undone.
Asterion gently eases it out of me before licking it clean and flipping me onto my back. He buries his nose at my core and licks every inch of me clean until I’m gasping.
He smirks, snicking the blade shut and dropping the small knife at my side in the furs.
“Since you took it so well.”