Chapter Fourteen
Lulu
Maybe if I pressed myself against him I could trick myself that we were just hugging. Yes, hugging. Interworld travel, hugging. Same things, right? There was no reason to feel this wave of anxiety that threatened at the corners of my mind.
Zaldi wouldn’t do anything to put me in danger. I knew that; trusted that with my entire mind and body.
But, what if he didn’t know how to move a boring little human through the space between worlds to a world filled with incorporeal souls. I mean, it’s not like he’d done this before. Right?
“You know what you’re doing right?”
Zaldi’s laugh rumbled from within his chest, making me look up into that beautiful, inhuman face. “What?”
“You think I just lied to your grandfather?” Zaldi leaned in, “That man is terrifying, and therefore, I will be strictly abiding by everything I’ve promised him.” He lowered his head, forehead bumping mine and making me smile. “Is that clear?”
“Crystal.” I sighed into his chest, feeling my nerves slowly settle the longer he held me. “Do I need to, you know, do something while we go?”
His soft laugh warmed every part of me. “Just be here, Lu.”
And then the ground was falling away, or maybe we were falling through it, it was as if he’d simply squeezed me hard enough that I’d ceased to exist already.
I could feel him move, his legs shifting against mine as it felt like he was walking us one direction.
My eyes clamped shut against the swirl of darkness and shadow and I was almost ready to open my mouth and complain when suddenly, it all stopped.
The ground under me, the male against me, all snapping into perfect focus once more.
My eyes popped open, staring first into Zaldi’s face before jerking so that I could step back and stare around us.
Grass tickled my ankle as I moved. My jaw dropped as I stared around at what would only be explained as a country hillside, the lush grasses moving slightly as if we’d created a breeze by landing here.
Against the background, there was a vivid, dark line of trees, their leaves still so dark that from here, they appeared like a void below the sharp line of frosted grey mountains.
I was immediately struck by the harsh beauty.
And by complete stillness that settled over us as the grass at my feet steadied.
“It’s…so beautiful.” I hadn’t wanted to confess the truth, that I’d picture some kind of barren wasteland, maybe that we’d be greeted by ghostlike shapes just milling around.
But, this looked like something from a hiking magazine, or maybe a photoshoot for that backpack company all my college friends had loved.
Zaldi ran a hand over my shoulder, his touch instantly leaving a trail of comfort…and heat. I blinked, looking down at the bare skin of my arm he’d touched. It was such a powerful pull just now, I half-expected there to be a visible mark there. But only goosebumps marked the place he’d touched.
Still, I ran my own fingers there, “Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” He asked, his brows lowering.
“No, I just…it felt different,” I raised my eyes, the fizzling pleasure of his touch continuing as I met his stare. “Good different.”
Zaldi hummed softly, slowly raising his hand to brush his fingers across my jaw so he could tilt my head back. His eyes glowed bright then, no traces of the warmth and humor that his human eyes had. These are his, truly his and they are just as beautiful.
“Are you scared?”
I considered him, the tingling effect his touch was having on me, the knowledge of what his kiss might do to me and then realized I didn’t care.
Zaldi must’ve read my face, because the next moment, I was dangling mid-air, his mouth on mine, the heat rushing through me from every place we touched making my heart stutter in my chest. We kissed until I couldn’t breathe, until I broke away, gasping.
Zaldi’s tongue traced a line up my neck, moaning into my skin as his hands roughly held me against his hips.
His body was so solid, so hard. And I couldn’t stop the squirm against him, the delicious friction between us making me whisper pleas into the Underworld air.
And while somewhere in the back of my mind I recognized that this reaction to being in the Underworld with him was so drastic, the entire rest of me didn’t care.
I was here, with Zaldi and I wanted him.
“Zaldi,” I whispered, my fingers finding his thick knot of hair and releasing it around his horns. “Zaldi, please.”
His growl was so deep that I could actually feel it vibrate through my form. “Lulu, you are making it hard to be…a gentleman.”
I whimpered, “You know why I always liked you so much, why I want you so bad now.” He froze where he was nuzzling into my throat.
“Why?”
“Because,” I said, turning my head to capture the lobe of his ear in my teeth, “because you’re not a fucking gentleman.”
I thought my words would’ve snapped him out of whatever was holding him back.
I’d expected him to react somehow. But, nothing could’ve prepared me for that change that came over him now.
The demon against me straightened, burning eyes meeting mine, the fingers on my waist, sharpened, nails lengthening as his mouth parted in a snarl.
“No,” his voice rattled, “I’m not. I’m a demon, Lulu.
A sex demon.” His head cocked, making my thighs clench as he lazily ran a dark tongue over his lower lip.
“Everything about me is designed to seduce, to mesmerize and to pleasure. But, you?” His eyes rolled back in his head for a minute, “Everything, and I do mean everything, will be even sweeter. The way you smell, the way you taste. Everything about you is meant to drive me fucking wild. To drive me to the point where there’s no way we can’t turn into complete animals. ”
I whined again, my lower belly quaking at his words. He leaned in, huffing in a breath against my hair. “Because once I’m inside you, Lulu, I won’t stop. I won’t be able to. I won’t want to, not until you’re screaming my name, drenched in my cum. Mine in every sense, as I will be yours.”
“Zaldi…”
“Unless you’re ready to take every inch of me, I suggest you stop looking at me like you can.”
For a moment, I wondered if I had a kink for being scolded. Because this big male, who was usually so kind and giving, turning into this dominant, demanding form of himself was making my body actually bow towards him. And while in the back of my mind, I knew it was a warning, I couldn’t stop now.
“What if…I just–.”
His eyes were glowing now, the air around us shifting as if the power of the moment was pulling air towards us.
A moment later, I realized it was. For all that Zaldi claimed he wasn’t a dream walker, he still knew how to feed into the power of arousal.
Especially mine. The heat from his touch was sinking in, the pinpricks of delicious pain stemming from his hold on my waist. And then, at my throat, a trail of heat seemed to ignite.
The place his tongue had traced. Fuck, because I remembered that tongue.
I remembered the things he’d done and I…
my knees quivered and I knew he could smell how wet I was.
Why was that even hotter?
“Zaldi,” I reached for his shoulders. “I know it’s big, but…”
His chuckle was pure male satisfaction, “It is…”
“I meant,” I swallowed hard, wishing I was in a place where I could rebuke his comment, but I wasn’t.
Zaldi was making any conversation nearly impossible as he slowly raised one of his hands to his face, sniffing at the claws there.
The same ones that had pricked my skin. “I meant, oh God, I meant…I want you, however I can get by without–.”
His tongue slipped out, impossibly long as it licked up the tiny droplet of blood at the edge of his claw. “You want me to get you ready?”
I nodded, my legs moving restlessly.
“Good girl,” that impossible tongue darted out again, leaning the other dark claw. “Now…get on your knees. Let me show you what it’s like to feel true need.”
My heart leaped in my chest, but before I could even doubt myself, I was doing it, folding to the ground, my hands splayed on my own thighs as I stared up at him.
From this angle, he might as well have been a vengeful god, his ruby-toned skin glowing, stretched tight over muscles and veins that were popped and straining.
His cock was swollen, pressing against the fly of his pants. My hands were there in an instant, tracing the thick line of him. My mouth watered.
“Is this what you want? Me, right here, looking up at you, begging for you.?”
He looked down at me, his hair, swirling wildly on his face, and whatever wind this moment was creating. “You look beautiful like that,“ he said to me with a smirk. “But, that’s not exactly what I meant. “
In a flash, I was moving my knees pivoting in the warm summer grasses as I found myself on my hands and knees facing away from him now. I gasped my body automatically bowing under the pressure of his hands as he pressed my shoulders, low, low, low to the ground.
“This,” he said with rasp, “this is what I meant.”
I moaned into the grass, feeling the spike and slice of those blades as I curled my fingers into them, feeling the Earth under my hands, and the strange air swirling around us.
And then, there was pressure, tugging his fingers at my waistband, and then below, pulling the fabric from me as if he was well practiced at the maneuver.
“I have been dreaming about this since the night we first met. Since I knew who you were, and since I knew who you would be.“
“Z,“ I whimpered against the grass again, my hips, moving rhythmically against his grip on them, loving the pen pricks of his claws as he held me in place.
“Behave yourself,” he said, with a growl, his hand tracing up the line of my spine, taking my shirt with it and exposing me inch by inch rib by rib until I knew he was watching the way my breathing fluttered and out of my body under his hands.
“Behave,” he repeated himself, “or else I’ll be forced to punish you.”
My entire body lit up with the sensation of his claws loosening and tracing patterns into my thighs.
Then his grip changed, lifting me, tilting me, posing me to his heart's content and then his teeth were there; biting first into one cheek, and then the other.
I was exposed completely to the light of this world and the exploration of his tongue.
“Punish me?”
“What do you think it would take?” Z breathed into the heat of me where I could feel myself wet and dripping for him. “Such a little brat.”
“I am not,“ I said back to him, trying to move my hips, so I could swing around to glare at him.
Instead, there was a sting across one side of my hips, the cheek that just had his teeth in it now burned with a delightful tingle. This time I really did gasp. “Did you just spank me?”
But Zaldi only held me more firmly, repositioning me until his tongue could dance across that burning handprint. A moment after, the magic in his saliva hit my bloodstream with a whip of pleasure making my head roll forward.
“I am yours, Lulu. Yours to command. Yours to rule, and occasionally, when needed, yours to submit to.”
I didn’t stop the roll of my hips as his clawed fingers traced a circle around my clit. Each word carefully articulated with a roll over the painfully sensitive nub. My hips were moving, pressing back against him before I knew what I was doing.
“Give me one,” Zaldi said with a huff, “And then, we’ll start working you up to taking this one.” In response to his words, he pressed his still clothed cock against my ass, the fabric rough against my sensitive skin.
“One?” I asked, my mouth hanging open as he again began to circle my clit with one hand, the other carefully massaging my ass with the other.
He chuckled, “You thought being with an incubus would mean only one orgasm? I am built for your pleasure, Lulu. Not only will I want to do this to you every night, all night. But, if you manage to take me and want me again and again? I will never fail to get hard for you.”
“Holy sh–”
“So, when I say I’m going to make you come hard enough to see stars,” Zaldi murmured over my back, “I mean it.”
Everything was building, pulling deep. My shoulders moved, my hips pressing back, feeling that pulsing drive of his fingers over my clit. I was so close, the need making me frantic as I mumbled my pleas for release into the ground under me. “So close, Z. Please. I just need.”
Zaldi pulled away for a moment, and I nearly cried at the loss. And then, he was back, something long, thick, solid pressing against the most intimate part of me. I cried out, Zaldi’s cock rubbing over my clit once, twice, three times as his claws found my hips once more.
“I thought I could do it, but fuck, I can’t not give you anything you ask for. I won’t put it in yet, but I want to feel you soak me, pretty mate. Come all over your male’s cock.”
And then, he was thrusting hard, his hands pushed my thighs together so he was fucking right up against me. The thick, hot length of him pulsed against my clit, the slick precum that he’d made for me lit me up and threw me off the ledge of my orgasm.
Just as he said, I was seeing stars long before he retracted that glorious cock, coming all over my ass as I gasped, falling onto my elbows as Zaldi carefully held on to me through the aftershocks and ripples.
And when I collapsed to the ground, it was Zaldi’s arms that carefully held me together.