25. Blessed Relief
Kais
T his was sick, probably. I growled and lunged for Deyva who jumped to her feet and ran from me, turning to taunt me as she jogged backwards onto a different mat as I rose up from the floor, stalking her.
It wasn’t how I’d imagined seducing Deyva, not the firelight and flowers approach I’d been thinking of.
Then again, maybe that was more Stav and Zach’s speed.
Right now, with Deyva’s eyes glinting under the fluorescents, her hands skimming teasingly over her chest until she reached the hem of her shirt, pulling it up over her head… Yeah. This felt more like us.
I was also hard as a fucking rock at the sight of those perfect breasts bouncing in anticipation, her smile softening as she tossed her shirt aside.
“You give up?” she asked, smirking.
I let out another one of those growls that always seemed to come up when Deyva was around, grinned at the way her nipples tightened in answer, and then charged.
Just like she had with Jason, Deyva waited for me to slam into her, but instead of resisting me she simply took us down to our knees, her thighs wrapping around my hips.
Our bodies collided with a force that was almost painful, my hips rising into hers, her body immediately rocking over mine.
Those ripe tits were right in my face. I wrapped my hands over Deyva’s slender shoulder blades and pulled her to my mouth, biting roughly on her flesh, savoring her gasps at the scratch of my teeth, laving at the goosebumps that rose in answer.
Her own hands grappled at my back, tugging and twisting on my shirt.
“Kai, Kais, take your fucking shirt off,” she breathed, riding my lap like we were already fitted together, my cock screaming at me, warning me that I either needed to get inside this woman or I was gonna rocket off in my pants like a teenager.
I ignored both of them in favor of pulling Deyva’s nipple into my mouth and sucking so hard it made her whine.
There was a tear and then cool air hit my bare back, my chuckle rough as Deyva ripped away my tank, her nails leaving a scorching hot trail over my muscles.
Her hands slid to my shoulders and then she slammed me back to the mat, the rubber stinging against her scratches.
“Two,” she panted, one breast shining from my mouth. She grinned down at me and then began to ride my lap with a deliberate slowness, all of the sensation dulled and muffled from our clothing, but still horribly, temptingly dense and sweet. “One more chance,” she said.
And then she was up.
I was faster this time. She hadn’t even made it to her feet when I was up on my knees, one hand grabbing for her hip, the other her horn.
Deyva let out a wild howl as I gripped the solid, golden horn in my fist, forcing her down on her hands and knees. I didn’t think. I didn’t ask. I was pure adrenaline and instinct, only caring about one fucking thing in the entire world. That I wasn’t already inside of this woman.
I yanked her legging down to her knees, and then my own sweatpants and boxers. Deyva moaned as the head of my cock tapped against her hot, dripping entrance, and then she screamed as I slammed into her with one stroke.
The room flashed, and sizzling pleasure ran up my spine as I sank in to the hilt, Deyva’s ass cushioning my hips as I snapped into place.
Jesus Christ, what the fuck is wrong with you ?
“Oh God, Kais, yes !” Deyva cried.
I huffed, looking down to where my hand was clenched around Deyva’s ass, my cock buried in her, stretching the swollen pink lips of her sex.
I pulled out slowly, gaping at the glisten of arousal now coating my length, eyes slowly rising to catch the quick rise and fall of her long back, the drape of dark hair over her shoulders, the lean of her head into the grip I had around her horn.
“Please,” she whined. “Please, Kais, don’t stop.”
“Not on your fucking life,” I said, laughing a little. I released her ass to grab her other horn, pulling her into a deep arch that let my cock sink in even deeper and made Deyva go into a full body shiver.
I snapped my hips, sinking back into her with a sharp thrust, a heavy groan rising out of my chest as I arched into the heavy electric sensation. Deyva tilted her hips, already driving for more friction.
“Spread your legs,” I rasped.
She did, as much as the leggings around her knees allowed her.
I held tighter to her horns, noting the gentle give of them under my grip.
There was obviously sensation there and Deyva made soft, needy whimpers as I squeezed.
I drove into her, our skin slapping noisily, voices pleading and moaning with every retreat, every buck.
Deyva met me eagerly, her hands lifting from the floor to rise to her breasts, playing with them as roughly as I had.
I fucked her with all the worry, all the need, all the desperate desire I’d been trying to ignore for weeks.
She was theirs, Stavros and Zach’s.
She was mine too, and I wanted her to feel it in her cunt for days, in the bruises I’d leave on her ass from the way I rammed into her.
She was right, she could fucking take it.
Based on the squeeze and flutter around my cock, her body already trying to milk my finish out of me, she fucking liked it.
My balls were pulling up, threatening to end this wild moment, one I never wanted to end. Reality would return, surely? Even if it was a little sweeter after this. I wanted to put that off for as long as I could.
I pulled roughly on Deyva’s horns, grinning at her garbled moan, lifting her onto my lap, holding her still to stave off my release. She squirmed, trying to get the friction back, and I bit down on her shoulder, releasing one horn to reach around and pinch roughly on her clit.
“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!” Deyva yelped, squirming and then moaning and shuddering against me, her cunt sucking and gushing on my cock as she came, nearly taking me with her.
I pulled her off of me and tossed her onto the mat, wrestling her leggings off as she panted and stared at me with a wide-eyed, dizzy expression. She bent her knees, spreading her thighs for me and I paused, briefly transfixed by the sight of her silky, slippery pussy still open and begging for me.
I crawled over her, kicking my own sweatpants off and balancing with already weak arms over her body.
“Three.”
Deyva blinked at me, then grinned and giggled, a sound I quickly turned into a moan as I sank back into her.
I had no patience this time, I was too close, too on edge. I was going to crash so fucking hard after this and part of me was terrified of what would come next. But the rest of me was just relieved at the prospect of my brain shutting down a bit.
Deyva’s hands stroked gently over my back, her chin lifting for my kiss, teasing my lips with her tongue.
“Fuck me, honey,” she breathed.
It was clumsy and animal, desperate. Our skin squeaked against the rubber mat, our rhythm uneven as the end chased my heels.
Deyva’s legs clasped around me, her mouth sucking my jaw as I moaned and pinned her beneath me, driving into her over and over, the aftershocks of her orgasm kissing and coaxing my cock.
Little licks and nibbles of lighting ran up my spine, squeezing around my throat, making me lose my focus.
Deyva flipped me, and I was helpless, already in the throes as she rode me determinedly to the end, her head tossed back and throat flexing with a long moan as I came, my fingers digging into her hips as I arched and let the heat take me under.
The priest house was quiet. Az was taking the first shift of the night on patrol, along with a few of our flock. I expected Stavros and Zach to be waiting like eager puppies for Deyva’s return, but they were missing.
Her hand was in mine. Our sides brushed and bumped into one another.
“You ate dinner, right?” Deyva asked, frowning at the bottom of the stairs and glancing to the kitchen.
Why did I feel so fucking shy all of the sudden? I’d been balls deep in this woman. I’d literally used her horns as sex handles and she’d been moaning for it.
“Uh yeah. You?” I was weary, but not more than I expected to be given the lethargy that came after that kind of fucking—something I’d barely ever experienced in life before.
Deyva smiled at me, stepping closer, and I sighed as she lifted her face for my kiss. I cupped her cheek, taking softer, sweeter sips from her lips, glad I could have this too. The wild brutal rush between us and this careful tenderness.
“I’m good,” Deyva said and then she giggled. “My legs still feel weak.”
I grinned at that and then released her hand to stroke and cup at her ass, just because I could. I could, couldn’t I?
“I—do you—you should, um, go up to them right?” I asked. Can I have you tonight?
Deyva sighed and my heart sank. “I should.”
I nodded and then stepped back, gesturing for her to go up ahead of me, following her up with an ache that grew worse with every step.
“Kais.”
“I’m good. Gonna crash like I haven’t in...well, you know. Thanks, Deyva.”
We stood at the top of the stairs and her eyebrow arched with an uncanny awareness. “Oh, sure, honey. No problem,” she said tartly.
I grimaced and hurried to my own room, ignoring the annoyed huff of her breath behind me, the creak of Stavros' bedroom door.
My room was cold. I mean, partly it was cold because I’d left a window open. But also I was suddenly wishing that I’d just stayed on that mat, sweating and panting with Deyva collapsed against my chest. Fuck if anyone showed up early for training. They could just deal.
I stripped out of my sweatpants, debating on a shower and then discarding the idea quickly.
I smelled like Deyva, all dry and sweet and spiced.
My sheets were cold, my back still ached from all the work of the day and the drag of Deyva’s nails.
Exhaustion was lingering at the edges, but it came with a sour aftertaste.
I would wake up by myself. Whatever had just happened in the gym—they call that fucking, I reminded myself—might’ve just been a momentary thing?
I squeezed my eyes shut, suddenly eager for sleep to swallow me up for once, at least giving me relief from my spinning thoughts.
And then my door opened.
“You stupid, restrained, bastard,” Deyva said fondly, walking over to my bed and flipping my sheets back. She was wearing Stavros’ shirt and nothing else and she landed heavily at my side as I gaped at her. “You really thought I was gonna wrestle-fuck you and peace out?”
“But Stav and—”
“I mean, they’re my boyfriends,” Deyva said, eyes wide and innocent as she nestled closer and set her head down on the pillow next to me. “I have to keep them in the loop, right? But they know how I feel about you, and they can entertain themselves for the night.”
I laughed at the waggle of her eyebrows, rolling to face her, reaching under the covers to pull her closer.
“Oh now you wanna cuddle, huh? Mr. ‘Thanks-for-the-Fuck.’”
“Hey, you deserved that thanks,” I said, fighting my grin. “You did real good.”
“Fuck all the way off. Right off the other side. I’m serious,” Deyva said, wiggling and pushing at my chest as I wrapped her up in my arms until I had her as close as I could hold her.
She sighed and settled, kissing my throat.
“I’ll sort out the sleeping arrangements, but you can just get your ass used to me, alright? ”
I nestled down into the top of her head, her horns framing my temples, hair ruffling with my breath. Already I could feel the drowsy weight of pleasure returning, loosening all the tension I’d been carrying around for who knows how long.
“I have nightmares,” I warned her.
“Mm. Then I’ll eat them,” she said.
I fell asleep with a goofy smile on my face.