Chapter 47
CHRISTOPHER
I shouldn’t be here.
I shouldn’t have done a lot of things today, starting with following Calista to the Malik Palace on the other side of town.
And watching her disappear into a bedroom for hours on end.
“It’s not like we’re fucking dating.”
A growl that has Ronan perking up from his bed in the corner. Staring at me with judgmental eyes, his ears tilt towards the door as if he knows an argument is on the horizon.
And the blood-thirsty bastard would be right.
The bedroom door opens and Calista walks through. Her ponytail is damp and matted from her walk in the rain, the dew clinging to her skin like a fucking portrait that deserves to be painted.
“You’re not supposed to be here.”
A sentiment I echoed earlier but it feels a hell of a lot worse coming from the woman who patched me up last night. The same woman who had my mind running in circles, panicking and screaming at the thought of her crawling into a bed with anyone but me.
“Did you fuck her?”
The question explodes from my mouth before I can stop it.
Anger and agitation swirl around my gut, putting a twitch in my fucking step and a tremble in my hands. I feel like a live wire, a walking hazard that’s waiting to ignite.
“No.”
Calista stares at me from the doorway, her emerald eyes so bright I could cry.
“I went there to break things off.”
My chest feels too tight to remember how to breathe, so I don’t bother. I just stand there, light-headed, looking at the vixen who completely derailed my plans.
“Why?”
“You know why.”
She doesn’t break eye contact and I wouldn’t have been able to even if I tried.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Her skin was too soft.” Calista steps into the room, “Smooth and perfect in every way.” Another step and suddenly the gap between us doesn’t look so wide, “I could run my hands from her head to her toes and not find a single groove.”
She comes to a stop in front of me, tilting her head back even though it’s not necessary.
“I didn’t fuck her because I couldn’t stomach the thought of running my hands over a body that hasn’t been ripped apart and stitched back together again.”
Whatever air I thought I had dissolves, leaving me fucking breathless as I stare back at her.
“And I broke things off because I found myself craving the company of someone else.” A ghost of a smile brushes her lips, “I found myself wanting to choose you.”
I used to imagine a day when my mum would say those words. When Cruella would wake up and realize I was always there for her, and wouldn’t it be nice if someone was there for me.
My dreams were always black and white. White and black, bleached of any colour.
Probably because all the colour was waiting for me here in Wolf Hollow.
“You drive me fucking insane.”
It’s what I tell her instead of the truth. A truth neither one of us are ready to admit just yet.
“Don’t tell me you’re starting to catch feelings, Devil.”
It's a joke, a tease to lighten the tension flooding the space between us.
Too fucking late for that.
“Get on your knees, Miss Drache. And I’ll show you exactly how I’m feeling.”
A grenade gets thrown into the fire, sending heat spiraling in every direction. Flames lick the outer parts of my skin, scorching and burning until there’s nothing but an empty ache.
A hole carved in the shape of Calista Drache.
“Don’t make me ask again, darling.”
Her canines pop out when her smile widens, the pink bud of her tongue slipping past her lips. I watch the queen of Wolf Hollow sink to her knees and stare up at me with that playful grin I thought she’d given to someone else today.
“Am I being punished?”
Eyelashes bat towards me, her eyes skittering over the gruesome state of my neck like it’s just another part of me. An extension that doesn’t deserve a second glance, a wound that doesn’t call for any sort of pity.
She just looks at me.
And chooses not to look away.
“Tongue out.”
Calista obeys, her mouth opening slightly as her tongue sneaks out to greet me.
Digging my fingers into the soft planes of her jaw, I tilt her head back and spit onto the waiting piece of flesh. Watch my saliva run down the sides of her tongue until she pulls it back in her mouth and looks up for more.
“Go on, darling. My cock isn’t going to free itself.”
Long, sharp fingernails grip the hard ridge of my zipper and tug it down. Calista purrs, soft and low, as the sparkly end of my cock springs up to meet her.
“Such a pretty boy, Devil.”
Nudging her cheek against my cock, she strokes me lazily, running her nails up and down the sides. I watch her nuzzle my cock and bite the barbell at the end, the tug of her teeth releasing a guttural groan from my throat.
“So reactive to my touch, aren’t you?”
Another coo, except this time I’m not entirely sure who she’s talking to.
“You know what to do, Miss Drache.” Thrusting forward, I press the tip against the seam of her mouth “That lipstick better be smeared off by the time you’re done.”
“I love it when you’re bossy.” Another purr that follows the scrape of her teeth, “Grab my hair and fuck my face like you mean it, baby.”
This fucking woman.
Blonde curls get crushed within my grip as I yank her head back and shove my cock down her throat. She gags slightly but holds steady as I pull out, letting the barbell slide along her tongue before thrusting forward again.
“Fuck, Calista.”
Pumping my hips, I hold her head in place, watching a string of saliva trickle down her chin.
“You feel so fucking good.”
Her throat constricts around me, a low hum that vibrates along my shaft. I shudder at the sensation, feeling the sting of her nails hit the back of my thighs.
“It’s not your turn yet, darling.”
Pleasure dances across Calista’s face as the promise escapes my chest. She lets me fuck her face without complaint, swallowing me down to the hilt before bobbing her head back up again.
Molding and massaging my ass, I feel her fingers start to tease my hole. Apply a little bit of pressure and ease off, just circling the rim without any sort of intrusion.
But so help me God, I want the fucking intrusion.
As if my dick wasn’t hard enough, the sensation of almost being fingered has it thickening, straining against the captivity of Calista’s mouth. I feel like a madman tittering on the edge of a cliff, just waiting for someone to shove me off.
“More.”
A demand that comes off as a plea, I’m stuck in a trap between Calista’s wicked tongue and her equally vicious fingers.
Her mouth comes off my cock with a pop, “But you said it wasn’t my turn.”
“I don’t care whose fucking turn it is. I need you to stick your fingers up my ass.”
Swollen, smeared lips curve into a wicked grin.
“Just my fingers?” Flames flicker in her eyes as she leans back and flicks the spit off my dick, “I think we can do better than that.”
The queen kneeling at my feet stares at me with a challenge glinting in her eyes. An unspoken test, a silent trial that I have no intention of ever backing down from.
Because when it comes to Calista Drache, there are no such things as broken promises.
Not where I’m fucking concerned.
“Take what’s yours, darling.”
Surprise shutters past her features before desire washes it all away. A tidal wave of pleasure that brightens her every feature and knocks any sense of insecurity out the window.
“You are a rare find, Devil.”
Something dangerously close to respect oozes through her voice as Calista climbs to her knees and promptly sheds the rest of her clothes. Tiny lingerie falls to the blade of her heels, heels which stay on as she walks over to the nightstand and pulls out the biggest dildo I have ever seen.
“Holy shit.” My jaw goes slack, “You didn’t want to buy a smaller one?”
Laughter in its ugliest form rakes itself through the bedroom. Calista’s cackle rings out, demons and vicious memories escaping into the open air until it lightens the weight on my chest.
“Feeling threatened, are you?”
“I wasn’t until you pulled that thing out.”
My mouth goes dry as Calista steps into a harness and shimmies it up her legs. Tightens it in place and carefully adds the monstrous dildo to the front of it.
“Imagine if I got a piercing just like yours.”
“Let’s not even talk about that.”
Stroking my own dick cautiously, I’m almost ashamed to say it’s rock solid. Aching, throbbing just as bad as it was before Calista decided to bring her own sword to the party.
“I don’t think it’s going to fit.”
“Oh, it will fit.” A grin that can only be described as malicious takes over her gorgeous face, “And you’re going to take it like a good boy for me.”
A groan rumbles through my chest as I watch her stroke the dildo. It feels wrong that this moment feels so natural, the sight of Calista’s cock hanging between her legs fuelling the rhythm of my strokes.
It should be emasculating, watching her hold out her palms for me to spit into. Watching her rub my saliva all over the dick that’s going up my ass like it’s a fucking porn show.
By societal standards, I don’t know what this means for my sexuality. What sort of judgement would follow me around on the street for taking such a submissive position in the bedroom.
And yet, I find myself unwilling to care.
Because right now it’s just me and Calista.
Her pleasure and my pleasure tied together in the messiest of knots, a tangled web of broken minds and scarred bodies that somehow fit together seamlessly.
“On your hands and knees, baby.”
I crawl onto the bed, an obedient pet waiting for its owner. My eyes are glued to her in the mirror, the soft silk of her hair sliding down her back as she saddles up behind me.
“Do you see what I see?”
Pressing her tits into my bare back, I can only watch from my prone position as Calista leaves lipstick prints on each and every vertebrae. Kisses the ridge of my stepfather’s initials like the brand belongs to her and no one else.
“Loyal. Brave. Bold.”
Her nails dig into my spine, marking me with every word.