Chapter 47 #2
“A fighter who knows when to lose. A survivor who knows when to laugh and when to cry.”
Her fingers return to their tantalizing position, slipping past my creasing and pressing lightly on the tight ring of muscle.
“A leader who knows when to step down. A thief who knows when to turn and run.”
I hiss out a breath when she slips a finger inside. Easing her way into me, gently curling the tip of her finger until she finds the good spot.
“Do you know what I see, Devil?” Her breath is hot in my ear, her finger deep in my ass, “I see a man who knows what’s worth fighting for. A light that shines too brightly for this town. That precious soul you keep locked away in this beautiful body of yours.”
The burning sensation starts to fade as she lets me adjust. Adjust and brace myself for the next finger to push inside.
“I see you, Christopher. And what a fucking sight it is to see.”
My heart slams against my ribcage as her words meld with the steady pace of her hand. The grip of her nails digging into my hips, her eyes locked on the bare piece of skin above my heart.
“Darling.”
“I know, baby.” Hushing me gently, she pulls her fingers out and spits down the crack of my ass, “You’re going to be so full in just a minute.”
A squeeze to my balls has a whimper escaping me.
“You’re such a good boy. Just waiting to be fucked like this.” Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, “We’ll start nice and slow, okay?”
It’s the words she doesn’t say that ring the loudest. The words that stay trapped in her chest but shine so brightly through her eyes I’d have to be blind not to see them.
I’ll take care of you.
“Okay.”
A cap pops open and Calista pours a generous amount of lube over everything. Her dildo, my ass, the fingers spreading my cheeks all get covered in gooey liquid before she eases forward.
Pressing the tip of her dick against my asshole.
“Holy fuck.”
I can feel my body tightening, fighting to resist the intrusion. Calista eases the tip in, triggering the pressure to go off like a fucking grenade.
“You’re doing so well, baby.”
Her purr fills my ear, lust dripping from every syllable. I can feel her nails scraping the inside of my thighs, tickling and squeezing my balls before she grips my shaft and gives it a few good strokes.
I groan and push back without thinking, the tight clench of her hand blurring foreign discomfort with pleasure.
“Such a good boy. Always so eager.”
Her praise bleeds with a thrust, shoving the fucking thing all the way in.
“Darling.” I’m panting, pinching the tip of my cock to keep from exploding, “You need to do something.”
“Look at us, Devil. Look at what a pretty picture we make.”
The mirrors in her room really don’t do it justice.
Hips flush together, skin woven into skin, there’s nothing about our portrait that screams normal. A wolf and a dragon intertwined, our claws sinking into each other until there’s nothing but broken flesh sewn back together again.
I stare at the reflection in the mirror, searching for the divide that will always keep us apart. The hatred that stems from Calista’s past that will always stain the basis of my sex.
Instead, all I see is a couple of lovers sharing the same space. An equal partnership that promises to lead no matter how the other person follows.
Not man versus woman. Not woman versus society.
It’s us.
Us against the world.
“Looks like something I’d hang on my wall.”
Another moment with Calista that gets locked away forever. A blink and a heartbeat that changes everything I thought I knew about myself and makes one thing abundantly clear.
The inkless patch on my chest belongs to my crew.
But everything else belongs to Calista.
“So fucking beautiful.” Echoing the words from the other night, she shifts her hips and rocks forward, “I could spend a lifetime looking at you.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere, Miss Drache.” A breathless laugh turns into a groan when she hits that one spot, “But don’t fucking stop.”
“Oh, baby. I have no plans on stopping.”
Gripping my hips, she pulls back and thrusts forward. Fucking me in earnest while I do everything I can to hold on to this moment for just a bit longer.
Cum drips along the sides of the dildo, Calista’s arousal slathering itself along my ass. Erotic doesn’t begin to describe the sensation of her wet pussy grinding and bucking against my stretched hole, every push I make in return forcing her to go a little deeper.
“Darling, I’m going to come.”
One hand is fisting the sheets while the other is fisting my cock that’s about to fucking burst. Pre-cum hasn’t stopped oozing from the tip and I’m not even going to talk about the state of my balls.
“Paint my sheets white, Devil.” Sweat beads along her forehead as she grins at me in the mirror, “And maybe I’ll let you fall asleep beside me tonight.”
Laughter rattles through my chest, the moment so fucking perfect I’m not even surprised the orgasm of a lifetime explodes out of me. Calista fucks me through it all, hard and fast and just the way we like it.
Cum sprays along her queen-sized mattress and coats every inch like the good fucking boy I am. We collapse in a pile of sweaty bodies together, both of us too spent to do anymore talking.
I pass out with Calista Drache wrapped in my arms, both of us covered in memories that will linger until the day I die. My lips curve into a smile as sleep pulls me under because after ten long years I can finally say the words.
She chose me.