Chapter 14
Gaelfr began his tending with only his hand, at first. Taking his time with Raye’s exposed lower body, stroking and caressing over her belly, her hips, her thighs.
It flared out shimmering warmth beneath his fingers, and she couldn’t hide her rising gasps and shivers, or the way she arched and pressed closer into his touch.
While Gaelfr watched it all through hooded eyes, his gaze prickling on her bare skin as his hand eased closer and deeper between her thighs, and guided them apart.
Raye trembled as she obliged, opening up far too easily — and Gaelfr let out a soft, satisfied grunt as his fingers brushed against her crease.
Touching gently at first, slipping up and down, opening her wider — but then, settling closer.
Stronger. Until those fingers were fully playing with her, stroking and prodding against her slick spasming heat, the sounds loud and obscene in the air.
“Good,” he murmured, hot in her ear, as two of those thick fingers broke from the rest, and began sliding up inside her with slow, familiar ease. “You are learning, stubborn woman.”
Raye twitched all over, and tilted her head to glare at him.
Gods, she’d almost forgotten how awful he could be — and how damned close he was, too.
And how she was caught, looking at his glittering eyes, his arched brow, his indulgent quirking mouth.
At how he was watching her, waiting for her reaction, as his invading fingers sank all the way inside her, his knuckles grinding hard into her open crease below.
A hoarse, broken groan escaped Raye’s mouth, her body spasming helpless and sustained back against him — but Gaelfr liked that, Gaelfr wanted that.
And she could feel that distinct oversized bulge in his trousers, flexing against her thigh, while his fingers curled and stroked inside her, and his mouth drew into a smug, satisfied smirk.
“Already so soft and ripe for me,” he said coolly, as he settled a third finger close, and began nudging it in, too. “You have been longing for me all this day.”
Raye scoffed at him, but it was thoroughly undermined by her choked gasp as that third finger breached her with the other two, sinking slow and proprietary inside.
“I absolutely have not,” she belatedly replied, between heavy breaths.
“I still can’t stand you. You’re obnoxious, and arrogant, and domineering, and dangerous, and —”
Those three fingers sank all the way, grinding hard inside her, while she brazenly shuddered and spasmed back against them. And Gaelfr huffed a low, satisfied laugh as he kept circling and stroking inside her, filling her, playing with her as though he owned her. As though she really was… his mate.
“Ungrateful woman,” he breathed back. “Do not make me stopper up your mouth thus, also.”
Raye scoffed again, but couldn’t help a swift glance downwards. To where Gaelfr’s big hand was indeed barely visible between her thighs, because it was… stoppering her. And he wouldn’t dare do that to her mouth… would he? And how could he feel so damned good, why couldn’t she look away?
Gaelfr was looking now too, making a show of slowly sliding his slick fingers out, so he could shift himself downwards on the bed to kneel between her legs, spreading them even further apart. Opening her up wide for him, exposing all her most secret places to his greedy eyes.
“Good,” he murmured, his gaze angling up to meet hers, as he shamelessly slid a single finger in and out. “You are now ready for my tongue.”
Ready for his tongue. As if he’d been preparing her, all that time. And Raye should have countered that, or dredged up some paltry insult, but she was breathing too hard, tingling all over, waiting, until…
Gaelfr lowered his face, and kissed her. There.
The sensation soared and shuddered, flaring out from the heat of his breath, the softness of his lips, the slippery slick wonder of his tongue. A tongue that was already lapping, stroking, tasting.
“Fuck!” Raye gasped, as her body arched and juddered, her hands in fists at her sides. “You — you absolute unfair —”
Gaelfr’s growl vibrated between her legs, but his hooded eyes flickered with something like warmth, or amusement. And in a fluid movement, his big hand reached up over her, and clamped warm and heavy over her mouth.
“I said, do not make me stopper you at both ends, woman,” he murmured, with a meaningful glance toward Svein’s closed door. “You will take the tending I grant you, and be grateful.”
It was enough to make Raye hesitate, because — did he really just want her to stay quiet? Was he only trying to make sure she didn’t wake Svein up, either with her gasps, or her insults?
Gaelfr didn’t give her time to consider it, because he settled closer against her, and Raye again felt his mouth.
His hot, glorious mouth, and with it, oh hell, came his tongue.
Long, slippery, wonderful, stroking and tasting her, licking up and down her crease, seeking and exploring with shocking, dizzying purpose.
As if he truly wanted to taste her, to drink and feast upon her, as if he might…
Sink it inside. Inside, just like that, delving up into her, slithery and eager and impossibly alive.
And impossibly thick, too, the further it went, opening her, stretching her wide around it.
And Raye could only shudder and writhe upon it, her impaled body helplessly kissing back against his own sucking slurping lips.
“Oh,” she moaned, muffled, into the press of his warm hand still over her mouth. “Fuck!”
Gaelfr’s chuckle rumbled against her, inside her, but then, damn him, that spectacular tongue drew out.
Away. Leaving her soaked and quivering and empty, her breaths heaving, while Gaelfr raised his head from between her legs.
Showing her his glinting eyes, his quirk of a smile, his long black tongue curling against his shining lips and chin.
“I told you, woman,” he breathed, firing more heat through Raye’s body. “If you do not keep quiet, I shall need to stopper you. Is this what you need?”
He drew his hand from her mouth, and arched a brow toward her, as if truly wanting her answer. And as she blinked back at him, gulping for air, she found that she couldn’t refuse. She just needed more, needed it so desperately she was dizzy with it…
“Ach, woman?” he drawled. “Shall I block your stubborn mouth, whilst I tend you?”
Raye stared at him, dragging for breath, drinking him in, as a jolting new compulsion pierced through her awareness. Maybe… maybe he could. Maybe he should. Maybe she again wanted him to barge through her door, to take what was his…
And yes, Gaelfr saw that. He knew that. His eyes flashed with something like approval, like possession, like triumph — and in a sudden, jerky movement, he shifted himself up again.
Not lying back down beside her, like she’d perhaps expected, but instead shoving up over her, and — around.
Backwards. Upside-down. So his big powerful body was crouched above her, with his knees bracketing her head, and his own head still facing downwards, hovering over her sprawled legs. As if…
“Ach?” he demanded, and Raye could only shudder and stare up at him, at the utter audacity of what he was proposing, what he was doing. At his huge body looming so close over her, his legs spread, his trousers hovering directly over her face.
But Raye still didn’t resist. Didn’t refuse. Only kept watching, shivering at the sight of his big hand slipping down his front, fumbling at his trousers. Pulling them apart, releasing…
That. His thick, impossibly huge cock. Falling heavy and hungry from his trousers, down toward Raye’s face. And with it, a pair of bulging, hairy, equally massive bollocks, hanging ponderously over her blinking eyes.
“Fuck,” she whispered, as that thick length bobbed again, and a pulse of white fluid oozed from its blunt glossy crown, and dangled down toward her. “Fuck.”
But it was a push, a taunt, and maybe it was awe, too.
The impossible sight of it, the smell of it, the musk and heat and strength of it.
The whispering awareness that yes, Gaelfr was barging in again, and this time it was with his — his male reproductive organs — exposed and hanging and hovering over her face.
Asking, demanding, in the most shockingly brazen way possible, and Raye was still staring, licking at her too-dry mouth. Saying… yes.
Yes.
She found herself nodding, meeting Gaelfr’s upside-down eyes — earning in return a low groan from above her, a sway of the huge leaking cock over her eyes.
And then his hand, thrusting down between them, gripping his shaft, aiming that glossy crown downwards, stringing its dangling white onto her parted lips. And —
He pushed it into Raye’s mouth.
Raye moaned and trembled, flooded all over with the shock of it, the truth of it, the —
The taste of it. The rich, impossibly stunning sweetness, swarming her with craving, quaking her all over. While reeling visions of Kalfr charged behind her eyes, Kalfr kneeling over her just like this, sliding himself smoothly into her mouth as he arched and gasped.
Raye’s mouth began sucking, all on its own, attempting to draw more of that huge rounded head between her already-stretched lips. While above her, Gaelfr’s body shuddered, jerking that swollen flesh harder against her mouth, spurting out more slick sweetness onto her tongue.
“Mine,” he breathed, and she could feel the word, shivering against her. “Suck me, saeta.”
It shouldn’t have made Raye tremble like that, moaning around his invading head, flicking her tongue into his oozing, spasming slit.
But now he was moaning too, sputtering out more of that hot seed, rocking against her, jostling himself ever deeper between her stretched-out lips.
While his head bent downwards, his strong hands gripping beneath her thighs, tilting them upwards toward him, and then —