Chapter 22 #2
I bit his lower lip, keeping it between my teeth, and felt the hot rush of his sharp exhale. I felt his body shake, felt what I could only describe as electricity through our joined magic, zipping down my spine. He pressed his hips into me more firmly, and I felt the shocking hardness of his cock.
I didn’t know who stepped over the invisible line we were both about to cross first.
Maybe it was the way I’d dragged my hands down the firm, solid wall of his chest, the edge of my little finger skimming over his cock, making him hiss.
Or maybe it was him, devouring my lips in a deeper kiss, his tongue sweeping against mine, a tantalizing tease that only made me mew in frustration in the back of my throat. His knee pressed to the throbbing place between my thighs harder, the movement making a spark of pleasure rise.
Being connected to his magic, however, only added to the sensation. I could feel it caressing my sensitive skin, skimming across my taut nipples, weaving its way up the column of my throat, making my pulse jump.
My clothes began to feel too scratchy, too much.
“Get them off,” I gasped before I dragged his mouth back toward me. He tasted divine. He smelled like the blue smoke that had risen from the little tray on his bedside table, earthy and addictive.
And if he stopped touching me, kissing me, I thought I might wither away, consumed by the uncontrollable pressure of my own heartstone magic. Killed by the very thing I’d been taught to fear.
He growled, the only warning I got, low and rumbling in the back of his throat, before I was up in his arms.
The table was closer than the bed. And that was where I found myself being placed. I arched up when he left me, and I wanted to scream at the flood of sensation that rose. He’d been keeping my magic at bay. Without him, it felt like I was being torn apart.
Alaryk looked feral, a darkness gleaming in his crystalline-blue eyes, like he wanted to hunt for his meal before he savored it.
“Does it ache?” came his voice, smoky and husky. “Do you need me to ease it, mariss?”
I didn’t have shame. Not when I felt like this.
“Yes,” I hissed, arching my back, thrusting my nipples up toward him. My hands flew to my tunic, the material too scratchy against my skin. I tore it off, dropping it down onto the floor as his eyes flashed, narrowing in on my breasts. “Come here.”
I was pulsing between my thighs. Wet and aching. Needing something.
“Touch me,” I pleaded. “Gods, Alaryk, please!”
His hands were rough when they tugged at the laces of my trews, the only sound in the dwelling my rapid breaths and the strong thud of my heartbeat. With one firm yank, Alaryk had me naked, spread out on his own personal dining table, like a willing feast.
I didn’t even have the good sense to be embarrassed. How easily I’d folded. How desperately I would beg.
I’d done this to prove that he didn’t control me. That I could still have power over him. The flicker of that realization made me reach up and grab the back of his neck. I pulled him down until his head was at my breast.
The only thing that brought me some semblance of comfort in the tumultuous maelstrom was that Alaryk was panting hard, that his cock was so thick and pulsing that the laces of his pants had begun to come undone of their own accord. I thought he might split the leather.
When his mouth latched onto my breast, I cried out, stars exploding behind my closed lids. My nipples had always been sensitive, and the heat and silky rasp of his tongue made me tremble.
“Fuck, I feel you,” he breathed against the taut bud, pressing a little kiss to it. “I feel how much you like this.”
My brows furrowed.
A stray, fearful thought filtered into my mind, even as I arched into his mouth. Had he done this to me? Had he used his power on me, when it had been all I’d asked him not to do? Had he…twisted me into this? This ball of need and pleasure and flesh, where nothing else mattered but relief?
“What did you do to me?” I asked, feeling the spark of my anger intertwine with the heat. “Did you do this?”
A scoff of disbelief whispered over my breast. The bright blue of his eyes met mine, the glare hot. His hand skimmed to my other nipple, his gaze never leaving mine as he gently plucked it, making me stifle a moan.
“You think I’m a liar? That I would break my promise to you?” he asked, his tone like a purr, but I heard the cutting barb to the words.
His head dipped, but his eyes awaited my answer as the flash of his teeth gently teased my nipple. Back and forth. Back and forth, making my gut tighten more and more, a flood of wetness bathing my thighs.
I was too far gone. I didn’t even think it mattered. If he admitted to me right then that he had, would I have the strength to stop this? Or was I too frightened of what would greet me if he left me to the hunger of my own magic?
I thought he saw the flash of surrender in my eyes because he chuckled, low and taunting, making me grit my teeth.
“You did this, Amaia,” he accused. “You spun us both up so tight, we can’t escape it now.”
His words made a shiver race down my spine.
His mouth returned, clamping down over my breast, sucking hard like he was ravenous for me, making me cry out.
The scratch of his vest, the silver catches lining the front, abraded my soft belly, likely leaving marks in their wake.
And even still, my hands dove into his thick, silver hair, holding him there.
The heat of his tongue dragged through the valley of my breasts as Alaryk slowly rose.
He licked up my collarbones, up my throat.
There wasn’t much space between us, but I felt the urgent pulse throbbing through my veins, likely shared between us.
He tugged roughly at the laces of his pants, shoving them down, and bodily dragged my hips to the end of the table.
When my gaze dropped to his cock, my lips parted.
The rumors are true, came the delirious thought.
Silver metal piercings were lining the bottom of his cock. I thought I counted eight…nine? I couldn’t be certain. Like a ladder, the piercings were straight metal, capped with a small metal ball at each end.
It wasn’t only the piercings that gave me pause.
He was massive. Much, much larger than my previous two lovers.
Pre-come was dripping from the slit, a silver sheen to it, making the swollen head slick and glistening.
His dakke, the protruding, pleasurable bump at the base of his shaft was firm and perfectly positioned to hit my clit when he was deep inside.
My core clenched in shocking want. A flood of wetness dripped from my pussy, pooling down onto the table underneath me. Alaryk’s nostrils flared when he saw it, running a hand down his mouth and jaw, his teeth seemingly clenched.
Briefly, he stooped, as if unable to resist. Between my legs, I watched with parted lips as he licked up the wetness, tasting me, his hot tongue flattening and running up my pussy slowly as I held my breath.
The drag of it made me buck, made me see stars as pleasure coiled tighter.
Once more, he licked me slowly, and my thighs shook around his face.
He murmured something, perhaps in Hartan, under his breath before that gaze flashed up to mine. I nearly gasped at the intensity there. So visible I almost mistook it for anger. But it was desire. And then he was shooting up, leaving me shaking.
I gasped when he laid his heavy, hot cock against my pussy. My eyes widened when I registered the cold gleam of the piercings against my delicate flesh. And when he gave a few small, teasing thrusts of his hips, letting the metal glide over my clit?
I nearly came outside of my skin, pleasure racing through my veins, tightening in my core.
Alaryk laughed. He had the audacity to fucking laugh, like it amused him how much control he had over me. When I looked into his eyes, I was assuaged when I saw his own burning need.
“If I pushed you away right now, what would you do?” I couldn’t help but ask, narrowing my eyes on his even as I took his hands in my mine, bringing them to my breasts.
He cracked his neck as he tugged and teased my nipples, rolling them between those calloused, rough fingertips, as he continued to give short little thrusts of his hips, making me see stars.
Then, all at once, he pulled away. His hands left me, his cock too, and I felt the flood of my desperate magic swarm. “No!” I cried out in protest.
“You are spoiled,” he declared with a maddening smirk. “Maybe I should leave you like this. To teach you—”
I reared up and grabbed his cock, making a harsh groan release from his throat.
“Like you could,” I hissed. Loudly, he groaned as I ran my hand down his shaft.
It felt so foreign, so strange with the metal, but I was emboldened when I heard his ragged inhale and saw a fresh flood of pre-come at his tip.
The piercings pulled when I ran my fingers over them.
I pinched one of the metal balls, tugging, and he growled low.
I pulled him closer by his cock and used the tip of his slick head to tease against my clit. He let out a rough exhale when he looked between us, at his pre-come dripping against my sex.
“You’re so fucking needy,” he rasped.
“And you want me so much, you can’t help yourself,” I shot back. “Look at how much you’re dripping.”
I heard his hard swallow, unable to deny the words. He kissed me again, the kiss rough, meant as a punishment for my mouth.
“I thought about how much I don’t like you all day,” I found myself whispering against him, even as I gripped his vest with my free hand.
“No one said you had to like me to want this,” he growled, pushing me away. He pressed me back onto the table. “Enough. I need to be inside you. I feel how much you need it, but what you don’t feel is how much I need it too.”
Was his magic his own curse? I wondered.
His hand joined mine on his cock, and he circled the head at the entrance of my pussy.