Chapter 4
Corvus
I’m well-acquainted with danger, pain, terror, but I’ve never been one to invite it.
Until tonight.
Dalton’s weight knocks the breath out of me, and as I lie on the mattress I dragged to my office for the very purpose of letting him fuck me, the dull thud in my ears reminds me that I stopped trying to bed men for a reason.
It was too complicated, too… dangerous for me to indulge in, but can I really not steal this one night and let myself feel something?
He’s going to die tomorrow—that’s nearly certain—and he’ll take my secret to his grave.
Who’s going to bring in his head as a trophy?
Once that happens, will I be regretful or relieved that he won’t ever tell anyone what I let him do?
For now though, he is very much alive, I can feel it in the heat exuded by his strong form.
I should say something. Make a dismissive comment, or give him a command, but he is so breathtaking, I find myself unable to produce a single sound. My legs are soft, as if I’m standing at the edge of a cliff, admiring its majesty despite knowing how easily it could take my life.
Even the way he nudges my thighs apart to make room for him makes my dick rock-hard.
He may be a piece-of-shit human, but damn is he a majestic animal.
I stiffen when he grabs my head, because those massive hands could probably crush my skull if he wanted to, he just leans down for a kiss as if I owe him one.
His lips meet mine, then he coaxes my mouth open with his tongue, and I give in so fast it’s embarrassing.
I don’t know what to focus on. His thumbs massaging my temples, his cock rubbing against me as if he wants to show me what’s ahead, or his hot tongue toying with mine as if we’re in no hurry.
As if we have all the time in the world and could do this all over again once we wake up.
I don’t know what to do with my hands, so they rest at my sides, twitching when Dalton rolls his hips between my thighs, rubbing that long, thick cock over my stomach.
My own is now trapped between our bodies, and I arch off the mattress every time the beast on top of me moves, rubbing his musky sweat into my flesh.
He’s a storm, and I’m drowning in his fresh warmth.
He could charge now. Enter me and use his last day on this earth to humiliate me, but instead I feel his tongue slow dancing with mine while his thick, calloused palms trace the contours of my body, as if he wants to commit them to memory.
I don’t want to overthink this, because this night is only about the things I require, but when he pulls back and I see desire glowing in his gaze like two pieces of coal, my toes curl, and I stretch, wanting to see that he craves me too.
He makes a happy murmur inside my mouth, tongue vibrating against my palate when his hands glide over my hips and to my thighs.
The tremor it creates travels all the way down my spine and to my ass.
It’s the position that does this to me, the way he spread my legs with the confidence of a king about to consume a new union.
“You’ve got a body to be worshipped,” Dalton whispers against my lips, but I don’t get to answer because he dives right back in for another kiss.
This one is hungrier, in line with the way he grips my ass.
My breath hitches when he grabs my wrist, and I inhale everything he is—from his strength to the torment of the past few days.
This is it. He will break my hand with that massive paw, crack my head open, then look for the keys, because he thinks he can outsmart—
Dalton gently pulls my hand to the flank of his body, and oh… He’s so big, so meaty, so hot to the touch, and I utter the most embarrassing moan as I flatten my palm against his flesh and push it up, until I’m cupping the side of his pec, as if it’s a juicy steak I’m about to sink my teeth into.
My other hand is suddenly clawing at Dalton’s back, and I bring my hips up, rocking against him.
“Fuck…” I mutter as my throat tightens, but I can’t control the rush inside my head. How can I think when he smells of that stupid sea breeze soap, and sweat? It’s so far removed from the kind of person I should want as my partner I’m starting to forget why we aren’t in my comfortable bed upstairs.
“Touch all you want,” he says as if I need his permission. As if I don’t own him right now.
I let myself explore when he’s back to making out with me like we’re two teens about to come from dry humping.
I run my hand over his spine, all the way to his nape, then into his short wet hair.
With every passing second, I’m more at ease with his weight, no longer imagining he’s about to snap my neck.
No, he is here to mount me. To pump into me until I can’t walk straight.
When his lips trail to my jaw, and then down to my neck, I lean into it.
If this is the one time I let myself do this, I might as well end up with some hickeys.
I have enough high collars and scarves to hide the evidence of my transgression.
But when he drags his teeth and stubble over my flesh, I’m not just accepting that it’s happening.
I twitch in his grip, all but begging for more as the flat of his tongue rolls up the side of my throat.
He’s so heavy. A dangerous beast I need so much I’m ready to put my life on the line this one time. I worried he would be crushing me, and keeping me from breathing, but instead his weight feels like an embrace.
He wants me.
Oh, he wants me, I can sense it in every kiss, every nip on my sensitive neck.
I glance down at him when his kisses trail to my collarbones. His tattoos are a jumbled mess of stuff I can’t begin to comprehend, but even that is damn hot. He’s exactly the kind of brainless bad boy who would catch my eye at the gym and become a lifelong regret.
He’s a brute that smells of violence and regret.
A jackass.
He’s the muscle.
Not someone to share intellectual pursuits with.
Unfortunately, that type of man is who makes my cock hard, and when Dalton sinks his fingers into the flesh of my thighs, massaging them hard enough to bruise, I’m ready to be taken.
This can’t be normal.
People’s assholes don’t twitch with need, surely, but I can’t help myself. All I want is for him to brace himself over me and sink inside under his own body weight, until I feel the cushion of his pubes against my ass.
There’s always been something wrong with me, but I’m too aroused to feel shame, and when my breeding bull pulls up my hips, all I can do is stutter out a moan.
He sits back on his heels, and for a moment, I’m stretched out for his viewing pleasure.
When I realize he wants to fuck me like this, face-to-face, I hesitate, unsure how I feel about him seeing my face in such a vulnerable moment, but he…
pulls up my legs, dragging me over the mattress as if I weigh nothing.
Dalton hooks my legs over his shoulders, holds my hips steady, and I’m so confused when blood rushes down to my head. The bastard winks at me right before swallowing half my dick in one go.
I can barely breathe as I brace my feet against his back, because my cock is in his warm mouth, and I wish I could reach his hair.
Does he think I’m secretly filming this for future reference?
Is that where this acrobatic position came from?
I can’t do anything like this, with just my head and shoulders still on the mattress while he towers over me, lifting most of my body weight with those freakishly muscular arms. But his mouth is warm, wet, inviting, and as the tongue drawing patterns over my cockhead loosens my thoughts, I find myself stroking my own chest, one hand squeezing my neck while the other circles my stomach.
His eyes widen, and he doesn’t even blink as he sucks me harder. It’s been years since I’ve let anyone blow me, and as wariness leaves my body, a delightful sensation floods all the dark spots inside my soul.
Pleasure starts mounting when Dalton hollows his cheeks, staring at me as if he plans to eat my cock for dessert, and I cover my face with a soft grunt.
“Stop… it’s too much… I will…”
He slowly pulls his lips off my dick, but at the same time, squeezes its base to stifle my arousal. “No, you won’t. Not until I’m deep between those ass cheeks.”
The cold shower it brings is so shocking I gasp, unsure what to do with myself. I want to protest, order him to suck me off right now, but his words are too enticing. It’s true. I don’t want to come until that monster of a dick is throbbing inside me.
His other hand slides between my ass cheeks, and he slips a finger in.
I’m gonna fucking lose it. I buck my hips, helplessly chasing the need rushing through me like a storm.
I have fingered myself, and fucked myself with dildos, but no one has touched me there before, and the sensation makes me curl my toes as desire stabs me somewhere deep inside.
It’s not enough. That one digit, no matter how long and thick, can’t satisfy me, so I tap Dalton with my heels, trying to ride his finger.
My brain must be muddled by the head rush from being stuck upside down, because right now all I want is for him to push his entire length inside. It would hurt, despite the earlier preparation, but I almost want it to. I want to really feel him and still be sore by the time he dies tomorrow.
“More,” I demand and claw at his forearms.
Dalton smirks as he slides me back to the mattress as if I’m a boneless mess of muscle, and he doesn’t even pull his finger out of me.
He’s so strong and in charge it’s overwhelming to comprehend.
Deep down I know I’m the master of this whole night, but when he manhandles me like this, my cock is back to stiff and needy in a second.