Chapter 14
Carter
Ann “lingering” was far from innocent. But, could I blame her for not trusting me? Not really. Did I still want her to fucking leave so I could be alone with Lola? Yes.
I couldn’t blame my sudden cravings for her on the voices or her pheromones anymore.
No, that was exclusively on me. Maybe it had always been the case.
Maybe I’ve been fooling myself the whole time.
Not that the voices weren’t bringing me to the edges of insanity, but maybe my desire for her had been what had spurred them on.
No matter who was to blame, it still left me to pieces. Craving not only her blood, but her body. Her missing soul. Her sinful mind.
She had called me depraved. Maybe as a joke, maybe she was serious.
But damn, did it feel good to be.
“What are you looking for?” I asked, sliding just behind her as she skimmed through the pages of a hand-bound book, a frown on her face. I glanced over her shoulder, reading a few lines. A list of anti-Immortal activity in the state of Arizona since the beginning of the war. Fuck.
Well, I was doing a shit job at distracting her.
“Trying to figure out what the prison is used for,” she mused, turning a page.
I slid my hand on her hip, pulling her closer to me. She tensed, but, for some reason, didn’t try to push me away. Progress.
“It’s a prison,” I said against her temple. “I’m guessing it’s to keep people as prisoners.”
She turned her face to the side, giving me a narrowed side-glare. “Well, thank you for your insights, Captain Obvious. Don’t you have better things to do than saying stupid shit?”
Fucking brat.
I forced my expression to remain neutral, burying her comment in the back of my head.
She was worried and hurt by her mates’ absence.
I couldn’t let her know how bad Dimitri’s situation had become.
Not now. Not until I knew more and formed a plan to go get him back.
To go and get answers from Arc and his Warlock—who was, conveniently, also Lola’s mate.
“Not really,” I answered, brushing the tip of my nose against her cheekbone. “I did everything I had to do.” And that damn ghost wasn’t budging, not giving me access to any other Astral’s related books. I’d have to go and finish reading that Journal at some point.
“Go home if you’re done. I’m staying a little longer before I go back to the apartment.” Her tone was final.
And yet, I grinned, eyes dipping to her mouth as my hand reached out to her chin to lift her face higher toward mine. Her gaze widened, drifting from my eyes to my lips.
“Stop that,” she said, her voice wavering.
I froze. “What?”
“Smiling. It freaks me out.”
Oh.
After a second of shock, I burst out laughing. “Stop it!” she repeated.
“You’ll have to get used to it, you know?”
Her frown deepened. She still didn’t try to escape my proximity. “Why?”
“Because as much of an ass I’ve been to you before, the voices are gone. Maybe only temporarily, yes, but you make my mind quiet. It feels good. I feel good, for the first time since I can even remember.”
Would feel even better if that damn Damocles sword wasn’t hanging over our heads. I didn’t know what Arc was up to, but if he could refrain from being some sort of evil monster trying to kill off one of us and let me find my new dynamic with Lola in peace, that’d be great.
Get more information by potentially invading Arc’s mind a couple more times. Get them all back here. Fix it. That was my to-do list.
“Now I want to make it up to you,” I said when she didn’t answer anything, eyes searching mine.
“You don’t owe me anything, it’s—”
“Fine?” I cut her off, inching my face closer to hers to whisper against her parted lips. “It’s not. It’ll never be. You want to be friends? Fine. I’ll grovel.”
Her cheeks flushed and her eyes grew even wider.
How adorable. Was it a normal reaction for my heart and cock to swell at the mere sight of her? Damn, now I knew why lust was the most dangerous of sins. Why over fifty percent of the Fallen fell for it.
Jeremiah was one of them. I’d have to talk to him about this.
“Carter,” Lola whispered as I still hovered distractedly over her luscious mouth.
“Hm?”
“Friends aren’t supposed to kiss.”
Our lips grazed and she shuddered. “They’re not?” She shook her head slowly. “I guess we can’t ever be friends, then.”
Lola melted against me when I finally pressed our mouths together in a searing kiss. I breathed in the relieved sigh leaving her throat like it was my lifeline, teeth nibbling and tongue swirling against hers.
She fully turned to grab at my T-shirt, lifting it over my head before falling to her knees in front of me.
No, that wasn’t what I was aiming for—
She slapped my hand as I tried to lift her back up before ripping my jeans open.
“Lola—”
“You think you’re ready for more, but you’re not,” she breathed out, pushing my jeans and underwear down, my cock falling free between us.
Oh, I fucking was.
“No you’re not,” she said, her tongue sliding from the base to the underside of my tip, ripping a groan out of me.
“Fuck.”
She lifted her gaze as she dropped open mouth kisses along the crown. She was daring me to contradict her.
Wait…
“Did you—”
“Hear your thoughts?” Her tongue swirled around the head and my hips shifted. I needed more. “I can hear your thoughts and feel your emotions when the energy transfer starts, Carter. You’re still freaking out.”
And then my knees buckled as she took all of it into her mouth, pushing me farther, the tip deep in her throat as her nose touched my lower stomach.
Was I still freaking out? I was terrified of not doing what she needed me to do to get her off, yes.
But fuck, I wanted this. Her mouth felt good.
What about other things? Could I bring her to the same edge she kept pushing me off?
How would it feel to be buried deep inside her and bite her as Dimitri did?
Fucking lucky bastard.
She moaned around my cock, sending vibrations that almost made me burst right here and there.
I wanted her bad. The pace wasn’t going to be enough, I wanted to—
I cursed, repressing the depraved thoughts invading my mind. The desire to hold onto her head and thrust inside her mouth, her throat, until I filled it and watched her swallow it all.
She pulled back then, sliding her tongue once again along my length.
Damn that bratty look on her face as she took both my hands to place them on her head.
Shit. Her hearing what was going on in my mind was not a good thing.
I forced myself to focus on what her eyes were telling me and not the obvious subject that would send her into a spiraling fear.
“Lola—” I growled in warning, understanding what she wanted me to do.
“You want to prove that you’re ready?” she asked, her hand cupping my balls as she sucked on the tip of my cock. Oh fuck, that feels good. “Listen to your desires instead of your stupid conscience.”
Was this where I went wrong in this whole sex thing? Was I supposed to not think about it? But what if I did something she didn’t—
My mind blanked as she pushed me down her throat again, done with the conversation.
What were we even talking about? Oh. Right.
That she somehow wanted me to fuck her mouth.
Holding onto her head, my hips shifted backward and forward, the obscene sound coming out of her throat echoing in the room around us. My thrusts were slow, exploring. So good.
I picked up the pace, holding her tight as I stopped listening to my damn mind. As I followed my desires for one of the first times since I fucking fell and fucked her face like my life depended on it.
Her moans nearly tipped me over the edge a couple of times, but I held back. I didn’t want to finish now. I wanted to keep going. I needed to lose myself in this feeling a little longer. The feeling that me using her like this felt as good for her as it did for me.
She kept rocking her hips, clenching her thighs. Letting out desperate sounds every time I moaned or groaned in pleasure. Her skin glowed, her scent became sweeter and she—
“Oh, fuck.”
That was it. Her nails raked along my abs and her tongue—shit. My balls tightened, and pleasure zapped at the bottom of my spine as my legs trembled and I came hard inside her mouth, my head falling back and hitting the bookshelf I’d been leaning on.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed everything down and she pulled back, releasing me, before lifting her bratty gaze to me.
“What the fuck was that?” I panted, pulling her to a standing position.
“What?” she asked. But she knew what I meant.
“That—tongue thing.”
She shrugged, letting me pull her closer, my hands finding a really comfortable place on her ass. “Not sure what you mean…You’ve done most of the work.”
I kissed her, nibbling at her lips and pressing her against me, rocking her softly.
More. I want more.
“What now?” I rasped. “And don’t you fucking dare talk to me about being friends again.”
“Carter…”
“Nope. No, no, no. You made me fuck your gorgeous face even though there’s no way it felt good for you, and—”
She nipped at my bottom lip as she pulled my hand under her dress, bringing my fingers between her thighs and I gasped.
Her underwear was soaked. She moaned as she pressed my fingers at her core, moving my hand in slow circles.
She arched a brow at my confused look.
“Don’t you know anything about sex? Like—at all?”
I blushed, but didn’t stop moving my hand when she removed hers. The expression shifting on her face as my fingers found their slow rhythm was mesmerising.
“I’m not completely ignorant,” I mumbled.
I knew that was where my cock was supposed to go, and—Yeah, that was pretty much where my knowledge of sex ended. Fuck my stupid life. I clearly should’ve paid more attention everytime I was stuck in Arc’s head while he was fucking some girls’ brains out. In my defense, I never thought I’d need it.
“Wet means aroused,” she breathed out against my lips.
“Oh.” Oh.
My heart missed a few beats as I pushed her underwear to the side, only for my fingers to meet warm, smooth, slippery skin.
“Oh, shit,” she panted, hands clasping at my shoulders. Heat bloomed in my stomach at the sound. “Just a little higher—yes, right there.”
And, I was hard again.
Who would have thought that I’d become a sex maniac? Certainly not me.
I needed to lay her naked on any available surface and watch her expression shift with every inch I touched.
“Carter.” Her voice was like a plea. Her legs shook under her. “Please don’t stop. Fuck, I’m gonna come, Carter—”
Now was probably not the right time to try and do something my mind has been trying to convince me to do since I touched between her legs. To push my fingers inside the spot that was warmer and wetter.
But I did. Pushing two fingers inside as I watched her expression shift and eyes roll in the back of her head.
She liked that. I started thrusting in and out slowly, pushing deeper each time, watching her at the brink of falling apart in my arms. There was a small spot that felt different on her inner walls and her voice pitched higher every time the pads of my fingers grazed it.
What if—
Yeah. That was it.
She nearly fell but I held her tighter against me with my free arm.
“Good?” I asked, pressing harder against the sensitive spot. I was desperate to feel her fall apart. To watch her shatter in my arms, my fingers deep inside her tight heat.
She nodded, the motion sharp, frantic. But, to my surprise, she reached for my hand. Not to pull it out, thank god, but to bring my thumb to the place I was rubbing before deciding to follow my desires and fuck her with my fingers..
Oh.
It took less than three seconds before I felt her walls clenching and pulsing around me, her knees buckling once again, eyes rolling in the back of her head and mouth open in a partly silent cry.
But I didn’t want her to be silent. I wanted her to scream at the top of her lungs. To beg me to stop because it was too much. I wanted her cheeks flushed and wet with tears of pleasure.
I thrusted harder, forcing against the waves of her orgasm, against the way her muscles constricted around my fingers.
My thumb rubbed her flesh in tighter and quicker circles until she was a limp, convulsing mess on the floor under me.
Next time, I’d take it into a lying position sooner, it was easier to focus exclusively on her pleasure if I didn’t have to ensure she wasn’t falling.
My inexperience made it so that I wasn’t sure if her orgasm had lasted a full five minutes or if she had many following each other.
Both were good enough options.
“What now?” She was the one to ask this time, voice raw, cheeks pink, eyes glassy.
I brought my fingers to my mouth and moaned at the sweet taste. “Now, we’re going to the house. Together. And resume what we just started without risking getting interrupted by an annoyed ghost who probably won’t ever look at us the same.”
She gulped, but nodded. Even accepted my hand to help her get back on her feet.
“And we don’t mention the ridiculous idea that you and I could ever be friends,” I added, pulling the hair at the back of her head to tilt her face upward.
“You and I both know that going straight from enemies to lovers was what awaited us. Friends were never in the cards. It’s all or nothing, my depraved little mate. ”