Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
brIGID
Ihad never heard that weak, pleading sound from a man before, almost a whine, a laugh of relief, and then Torion was gasping, moaning, shuddering as his cock jerked and heated in my hand.
I wanted to look down, to watch him spurt.
Would it splash up to his belly or into the water?
Some hit my hand, scorching and dribbling down to my wrist, but I couldn't tear my eyes from his, the beautiful transformation of surprise, relief, gratitude, and something like fear.
"That's it," I said, still stroking him, the mess sticky and slick, coating my palm and his thick length. "That's good."
"Brigid," he rasped, crackling with awe.
Heat shivered through me, pooling in my chest and in my core.
His eyes fluttered shut, and he forced them open, as if he knew I needed to see him falling apart.
He moaned, and it was almost pained, another little gush of release escaping him.
He leaned into me as if he couldn't support his own weight, as if he needed me to hold him up as I milked him dry.
"Better?" I asked, softening my touch to more of a pet, enjoying the way he jerked and trembled.
I wanted his answer, but instead he fell on me with a strangled sound, his mouth covering mine for a messy, deep kiss.
He bent, and it pulled him free of my hand.
I needed to wipe myself clean and then him, but Torion's arms had me surrounded now, almost hugging me as he kissed me hard, over and over again, more and more weight from his body falling into mine.
Before I could warn him I was about to fall backwards, a wet slap hit my skirt, soaking through immediately, and then I was falling backwards, with him following, never stopping kissing me.
"Torion!"
"Brigid," he said, growling out my name, crawling over me, soaking wet and huge. My back hit the floor, but one of his hands cupped my head. The other was rucking up my skirt. "Are you wet?"
"I am now," I bit out.
Torion pulled away, rearing back, and I finally got a good look at his cock.
It had felt huge in my hand and I'd been right, but it was beautiful too, dark and dusty, a purply red at the tip.
Then the damp fabric of my dress was raised between us, hiding him from view, shoved up my legs.
I had a brief moment of confusion—he'd just come; what was he doing raising my skirts?
Except he hadn't looked like he was softening just now, and he was an alpha, so perhaps…
And then the confusion returned, doubly strong, my mouth hanging open as Torion scooted back on his knees, upper half lowering until his face hovered just above my thighs.
He breathed deeply and then let out a long, satisfied groan, a proud sound.
It was the kind of sound Malcolm had made at his finish, not that beautiful crumbling cry I'd just heard.
"You're soaked," Torion said, the words somehow both reverent and triumphant.
I squeaked as he bent even lower, trying to brace my feet on the floor without absolutely exposing myself. "Wh-what are you doing?"
"Having my turn, witch," he said, and then his hands scooped beneath my thighs, lifting my hips from the floor, my dress sliding down toward my chest, unveiling my sex.
I opened my mouth to ask what he meant by that, what he was doing down there, when his own mouth opened, releasing a hungry sound. I gasped as he drew me to his lips like I was some kind of wild game to feast on, but even as he did so, I never imagined he would—
I shouted, a garbled sound of shock and the hot, giddy pleasure of lips and tongue between my legs, and then slapped my hand over my mouth. What was he doing? Why? What purpose did it serve?!
Torion's eyes glared at me, even as the warm, wet tip of his tongue dipped inside of me, killing all my frantic thoughts with the divine sensation, tender and gentle and explicit. I whimpered as he pulled away, his brow furrowing.
Had he not meant to do that after all? Could I persuade him to try it again?
"Don't keep your sounds from me, omega. I didn't hide mine from you," he said.
And then he returned, licking a line up my slit with that wicked tongue.
Shuddering relief lasted a moment before it was layered with tense need as Torion focused on the little bud between my lips.
I made another sound, but he was right and I didn't want him to stop again, so I moved my hand from my mouth to cover my eyes, the view of his handsome face between the V of my legs too beautiful to stand staring at another second longer.
Was this…was this something only alphas did?
No, even I knew that was too silly. A sharp spark of spite and anger with Malcolm rose up in me, but Torion smothered it just as he did my core, with a drugging, heady pleasure. It was better that I'd never known this existed. I might've forgiven too much.
Torion grunted, shifting, and then I was lifted higher, my toes barely brushing against the soft fur below us.
"You taste so good," Torion mumbled against me, licking at me for a few moments. "Do you like this?"
I wanted to lie, because telling him how good this was felt like handing him a weapon. But Torion had been cautious with me before. If he believed I didn't like it, he might stop, and that would be a tragedy.
"Yes," I whispered, finding his hand on my hip and covering it with my own.
"Good. I want to always have a taste of you on my tongue," Torion said, stealing my breath from my lungs and then returning more enthusiastically to his work. I went hot at the sound of a slurp, wondering if I could die of shame when I was feeling so wonderful. I hoped not.
Slowly, tentatively, I lifted one foot from the floor, peeking through my fingers as I rested it onto Torion's shoulder.
He purred into me, and I shuddered as the sound echoed into my core.
Shyness was impossible in the moment, and my body loosened, the foot touching his back helping me brace, rocking my sex into his mouth.
Torion groaned, his eyes meeting mine as I flung an arm behind me. He nodded, sucking at me.
In that moment, Torion wasn't a stranger. He'd shown me something of myself I'd never learned, offered me something I could never have discovered on my own.
"Alpha," I breathed, whining at his answering purr. He narrowed his tongue, curling it up to flick over my clit once more, and I gave in. "Yes, yes, that's so good. Oh, I'm so close. Please, T-Torion."
Torion's fingers tightened on my hips, lips pursing around my bud, and I started to shake, to make new sounds, broken little shards of sweetness cutting through my vision.
If I spoke, it was nonsense, and Torion never tore himself from me, just a few stray licks as if to make sure he didn't waste a drop of me before going back to suckling at the same perfect spot.
I came with a sob of his name, with hot tremors racing through my bones and a spiraling shiver in my blood. Torion slipped one hand from my hip, stroking two fingers into my core and rubbing in and out, giving me something to clench on, teasing new tracing pleasures out with his touch.
"Beautiful."
I heard the word but blocked it out easily, rocking into his fingers, his gentling kisses.
"So good. Mmm, yes, just a little more," Torion whispered, lapping at me, circling his tongue around his own fingers. "I don't care what else we do until the rut. You just have to give me a taste of you every day."
A soft laugh slipped out of me as I sagged.
I opened my eyes just in time to watch Torion pull his fingers out of me, rising back up onto his knees and rubbing my release onto his rigid length.
My legs lay limp and parted wide as he scooted closer, staring down at me.
He'd just wrung me out, and now he was kneeling above me, stroking himself with my wetness, looking like a starving man.
"Give me just a moment, and I'll do that again in bed," he rasped, jerking his hand over himself quickly, his cock pointed at my belly. "Can I finish on you?"
A faint voice at the back of my mind balked at the suggestion, but it was quickly drowned beneath the roaring rush of something entirely new—a mix of lust and pride and…
dark victory. I gripped at the hem of my dress, arching off the rug to pull it over my head, a smug heat joining the blush on my cheeks as Torion groaned and stared down at me, panting as he worked himself.
"Yes, alpha," I murmured.
I pushed Torion's hand away from my sex, his laugh vibrating from his chest where my head was resting.
"Sorry. I just like the way you feel," he said.
Damn you, be quiet, I wanted to cry out, irrationally angry at him for saying something so…pleasing.
"I feel numb," I bit out. "I can't take anymore tonight."
Torion had kept to his word, finishing himself off with an almost charming swiftness before hauling me and the mess he'd made on my stomach into his large bed, where he'd proceeded to feast on me through two more ecstatic releases.
I wasn't actually numb, but I was oversensitive, a sharpish sensation warning my body that I couldn't take another round.
"Mm, sore?" Torion said, kissing the top of my head and rubbing up and down my back.
I wanted to push away from him, stomp my way out of the room, maybe slap him on the way out. But for what? Being wonderful?
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "No, not really. I wasn't expecting the rut to hit so soon, though. Were you?"
Torion barked out a laugh, rolling us in the bed. His curls were a riotous tangle, combed and snarled by my frantic clutching, but they tickled softly at my cheeks and throat as he leaned over me, one leg settling heavily between my own.
"This isn't the start of the rut, Brigid," Torion said, grinning.