Chapter 3 #2
“Fuck,” Caedmon snarled and surged forward, literally diving into the moment, one hand tangling into my hair.
The taste of his minty breath against mine had chills breaking over my skin and my nipples hardening against the loose shirt I wore.
I had no idea when I’d changed, but I was more than thankful that so few layers separated Caedmon and me.
As he deepened the kiss, I greedily ran my hands over his chest and tried to push the shirt off of his shoulders…
which landed me with both of my hands held against the wall above my head.
“Your touch drives me crazy, Effie. I have to be careful or else I’m going to end up taking you on the floor like a fucking animal. ”
A shiver of desire rolled over me as he groaned and dropped to his knees in front of me, pushing the long shirt up to my hips.
I whimpered as he inhaled my scent before looking up at me, a nearly feral look in his eyes.
I could feel how needy I was, how wet I was getting, as he tugged my panties down and tossed them to the side, leaving me bare to him.
“I’ve wanted to taste you again for way too fucking long,” he said, tugging one of my ankles up and over his shoulder before burying his face between my legs.
A whimper of relief left my lips as I whispered his name, my fingers tangling in his hair.
The way he held me was so possessive, as if he was worried someone would steal me from his arms, but the way he explored me was slower, as if he were savoring the moment.
In what felt like seconds, I was so close to coming on his lips, chills and a flush spreading over my skin as my head fell back and my eyes closed.
“Eyes on me, mon ange,” Caedmon demanded. I looked back down right as he sucked on my clit, causing me to absolutely detonate. My entire body melted, and then the world around me shifted and I was suddenly flat on my back on the bed.
Caedmon loomed over me, his shadow protective and possessive.
I let my legs fall open so that there was no ambiguity in what I wanted, hoping to dispel any hesitancy as I pulled him down for a hard kiss.
At some point he’d shed his shirt, and I shivered as his hard length slid against my slit, realizing that he’d freed his cock as well.
“Effie.” He nipped my lip, the sharp sensation causing me to nearly come again, his voice gravelly as he said, “I need you to be sure. I need you to promise me that if I go too fast, or too hard, or too rough—”
“Caedmon,” I said, breathless. “I need you—please.”
Apparently the please was enough because Caedmon slid home in a hard thrust, his thick, rigid cock pushing into me in one pump.
I arched off the bed with a moan, my walls squeezing around him as my legs wrapped around his hips.
A deep guttural sound left his throat as he sank further into me, making me realize he was even bigger than I thought.
A string of curses left his lips as he pressed his forehead against mine, pausing to give me time to adjust.
“Damnit, you feel like heaven,” he groaned, pulling back to look down at the place where we were connected, another growl vibrating his chest. The sight of us like that seemed to light something inside of him because all at once he was determined to meld us together.
A whimper left my throat as he began to pump into me, his hands pushing off my shirt before grasping my wrists, not allowing them back down.
When his head dipped and he tugged one of my nipples between his lips, I cried out and shuddered around him, a small climax collapsing over me as my magic expanded through the room, fueled by the pleasure rocketing through me. Which is how I realized—
“You’re holding back,” I complained as he continued to stroke deep and hard, the darkness in his eyes telling me that I was absolutely right.
“I won’t hurt you,” he growled, his voice taking on an almost inhuman quality.
“I want all of you.” My voice sparked with a demand that had never been there before. “I need it. I need to have all of you.”
Caedmon froze, his length pulsing inside of me as he searched my face for a long moment.
“Then you’re going to get all of me, mon ange.”
That was when the snap happened. All at once I was flipped onto my stomach and my hips were tugged back, just like in the cave when he had kidnapped me. But this time, he slid into me immediately, hard and deep, without reserve. And Caedmon gave me absolutely everything.
Screaming into the sheets, I realized just how much power he’d been hiding.
An orgasm ripped into me as he hit a white hot point of pleasure and continued to stroke it, his hands on my waist hard and unyielding, almost bruising.
And when his fingers shifted into claws, biting into my skin, I spread my legs wider to take him deeper.
Turning my head against the sheet as I moaned his name, I felt him swell inside me even larger and realized he was partly shifting.
I whimpered at the stretching sensation as a euphoric pleasure took over everything, making me dizzy.
Any pain that could have been there was absent, and instead I basked in the victory of having all of him at once—
His elongated teeth sliced into my shoulder, pain hitting me for a long second before my world imploded.
I came hard around him as a primal noise vibrated from his chest, which pressed against me as he pinned me down while spilling inside of me.
So much. I cried out his name as pressure built in my abdomen from how much he was giving me—
Our bond snapped into place
A wave of pure bliss washed over me, and I melted against the bed, loving the feeling of him buried inside of me both ways. This was exactly how we were meant to be.
Caedmon pulled out of me slowly, and I felt his claws turn back into hands as he turned me in his arms, protectively pulling me against his bare chest. Letting out a murmur of his name, my eyes grew heavy as I gave into the sensation.
Hot water against my skin was the next thing I felt.
Caedmon’s hands were gentle on my skin as he carefully cleaned his bite mark, his much larger frame wrapped around me possessively.
I turned my head, only able to see the edge of it on the soft part of my shoulder.
Caedmon had been worried about marking me, but the mark was big enough that I would always see it. Everyone would see it.
I loved that.
“Effie.” The sound of my name pulled me from my foggy thoughts as I realized he had asked me several times how I was doing.
“I feel amazing,” I whispered. He let out a breath of relief and kissed me gently before continuing to clean off my skin. I knew he was concerned because of how hard he took me, but he really didn’t need to worry about that—I felt better than I had when I first woke up. My magic felt replenished.
I could also tell from our bond that the thoughts from earlier were still weighing on him, and while the hum and buzz of our mating rang strong, there was other stuff we needed to talk about. Caedmon was far too trapped in his head right now; I just didn’t know if I should push him to tell me or—
“My father contacted me.”
I froze, but Caedmon continued massaging soap over my skin, his gaze far away.
“How?” I asked carefully.
“My new phone. I replaced all of ours when we touched back down in the US, but it appears he was able to get my number once again.” Caedmon’s brow dipped. “The bastard is everywhere. Always has been.”
“After we handle Hastain.” I swallowed, not fully knowing how to deal with what I was about to imply. “Then we will handle your father. I promise.”
Caedmon’s gaze darkened. “I want to kill him, Effie. I want to kill him with my own hands.”
My chest seized at the thought, worried that it would end up as just one more thing weighing on his conscience…but maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe it would do the exact opposite.
Running my fingers through his hair and pressing a kiss to his lips, I gave him permission that I think he needed. “Then we’ll make sure you do.”
Because if anyone deserved to die, it was the man who’d convinced my mate that he didn’t have worth—that he couldn’t be loved.