Chapter 27
Ambrose waited for Lila. It wasn’t too long, but long enough he grew concerned Nostro decided to throw another party, or suddenly play a very elongated game of chess, or maybe even force her into a slumber party. Who knew what that crazy old man would be up to.
But then she delicately pushed the door open, as if he were asleep. Like he’d sleep without her there in his arms. Lila crept in, and as she saw him awake, leaning against the edge of the coffin, she smiled.
“You waited for me.”
“Darling, I’ve waited four hundred years for you. An hour is nothing.”
She smiled at that, and fuck was it heart-stopping. Each jolt of emotion he had for her made him want to run up to her and engulf her in his arms, to kiss every part of her, to squeeze her and hold her and feel her.
But he had to be the cool, collected one.
“What did you and Nostro talk about?”
“Not much. But . . . I’ve had a suspicion about my power, and he helped me prove it.”
“Oh?”
She just grinned again. “I’ll show you tomorrow. Now, I just need to take this dress off.”
“Is that an invitation?”
Lila quirked an eyebrow. “Maybe. But I’ll make you work for it.”
“Tempting,” Ambrose huffed a breath.
Lila spun, moving her long gorgeous hair to the side, “Since you’re offering, can you help?”
Damned Little Crow, Ambrose chuckled. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled her back toward him. Beginning with the bottom lace, he started the arduous work of untying her corset. He loved doing this, loved seeing the skin of her back slowly unveil itself to him, loved undressing her—not for the purposes of more sex, but the closeness of the action.
She sighed when the corset loosened from her ribs, and soon the dress was untied completely. Ambrose pulled it down her body, letting the skirt and bodysuit drop to the floor. Then he threw his arms around her bare waist, and hugged her close. His hand drifted between her breasts and settled over her heart, feeling each thump under his palm, as she leaned back into him.
“My favorite sound,” he mused. “Other than those sweet little moans, and your screams when I’m making you come, of course.”
She hummed. “You’re ravenous.”
“For you? Always.” He kissed up the side of her neck, and lifted her in his arms. “Tell me, love, can you handle me once more?” He placed her on the mattress of the coffin. It was flat and sitting on a tall stone table. Ambrose leaned his arms over the edge, his fingers trailing over her thigh as he looked down on her. “Or is that sweet little pussy too sore from earlier?”
Her cheeks immediately flushed and he saw as she ever so slightly pressed her thighs together. His heart jumped into overdrive, as he caught the first scent of her sex.
“I . . . I’m sore,” she breathed.
He lifted an eyebrow. She was playing hard to get, so he could play the tease.
“Are you now? I thought your warmth would heal that. Shall I help you?” He traced his finger up her thigh, slowly, delicately. “Maybe targeted affection will force your power to give it the much-needed attention your pussy needs.” He let his hand pause just before her core. “What do you think?”
Lords, he loved seeing her squirm. Especially as she lay below him, nude. It was absolutely maddening, he’d never have enough of her. He thought of their month-long hideaway they spoke of while she was in the Morada, and wished they had the time for that.
But now they were at war, and tomorrow he’d ask Nostro to join him. Then, they’d fly south, to the Arachnid Estate, rejoin the others, and solidify their plan to take back their home and bring Drusilla and Hektor to their knees.
“We can try,” Lila squeaked, a bashful grin spreading over her lips.
The war could wait till nightfall.
For now, Ambrose planned to spend every moment cherishing and worshiping the woman he loved. He tore off his clothes and snuggled in beside her, spooning her and he pressed his cock against her ass.
“Remember my fingers inside of you, love?” he whispered in her ear. “In the Arachnid Estate, when I first touched you?”
She huffed a laugh as he cupped her breast. “How could I forget?”
“Well, I plan to do that again—but this time, I will give you anything you ask, for as long you ask.” He thrust his middle two fingers into her. “And I will have you coming on my fingers till your perfect little pussy is nice and healed.”
Lila bit back a moan.
“No, Lila. I want to hear it all.” He plunged his fingers into her, and the room echoed with the sound of his name on her lips.
She’d been so warm, he didn’t even need a blanket, but the soft furs on their bodies made the coffin even more comfortable.
Lila, against him, tucked herself into a little ball against his side. He didn’t want to move her, didn’t want her to wake just yet, but he knew their day should begin—especially if he was going to train her before going to chat with Nostro.
He planted kisses all along her cheek, her arm, the curve of her side, and the roundness of her hips.
“Lila, love—”
She groaned and turned away from him, pulling the blanket over her shoulder. He huffed a laugh, and scootched closer, climbing over her. But she stayed hidden under the heap of blanket, so Ambrose decided a better way to wake her up.
Remembering their first morning together in a coffin, when she sucked him off so fucking well, he often found himself fantasizing of her lips on his cock in idle moments.
And rousing her from sleep by devouring her sweet pussy seemed like the perfect way to waken her.
He inched down her body and pushed the blanket around her waist, shifting her leg so it rested bent over his shoulder. She wasn’t wet yet, but he’d soon change that.
He took a lazy lick up her center, coating her in his tongue. She breathed and shifted a bit, but barely stirred, so he did it again, flicking his tongue against her clit.
A small gasp escaped her lips, and he smiled against her as he fully took her. He sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it, until she was moaning in her sleep. Her pussy dripped for him, and he let nothing go to waste as he lapped it up.
Suddenly, her hand shot into his hair.
“Good evening,” she mumbled, pressing him against her sex.
He chuckled. “Needy Little Crow, you like my wakeup call?”
She lazily nodded, eyes still closed as she turned on her back and spread her legs for him. “More.”
Ambrose drove his tongue into her entrance, sending her back arching against him.
“Grind your pussy on my tongue, darling.”
“Ah—this fucking tongue,” she hissed, but she did as she was told, like the good girl she was.
“Lords, you taste divine. Always.” He withdrew his tongue, focusing again on her clit, flicking it back and forth with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth, nibbling on her till she moaned. “Watch me devour you, love.”
Lila peeked her eyes open, and those gorgeous golden-brown orbs watched him, heat filling her everywhere as he felt it radiate off of her, radiate from inside of her.
“Magic pussy,” he chuckled, dragging his tongue from her entrance to her clit.
“Magic tongue,” she moaned. And he loved how much she loved it. He would feast on her for every meal if he could.
A knock rang on the door, and before Ambrose could yell at them to disappear, Lila screamed, “Go away!” and moaned, throwing her head back and bucking her hips into him.
As he said—needy little thing.
He pulled his tongue away, letting her have a moment of respite, and lifted a hand. “For being such a good girl, I’ll give you a reward.” Lila lifted her eyebrows. “Tell me what you want, love.”
Lila grinned, and leaped up, turning so her ass was in his face again and her hands and knees were on the coffin mattress. She looked at him over her shoulder.
“Anything?”
He grinned and nodded.
“Just one thing?”
Ambrose tapped his chin, knowing full well he didn’t even need to contemplate his answer.
“That depends on how nicely you ask for the others.”
She grinned at him, and if Ambrose hadn’t known her heart, he would think it was a smile of the wicked. “Spank me. Hard. Spank my pussy, leave your mark, and then make it feel better with your tongue.”
Ambrose blinked, long and slow, and then he felt the corner of his lips tilt into a smile that he could only imagine matched Lila’s.
“Yes, my love.”
He rubbed his hand on her ass, and spanked it hard, leaving a red print pulsing. She moaned at the impact, and he saw her pussy clench as more dripped from her.
“Again,” she breathed.
His hand landed a little lower this time, slapping the lips between her thighs. She moaned so loud, Ambrose thought she may wake the entire tower.
“Again!” she moaned, shaking her ass.
“Isn’t spanking—” the plump lips were stained red “a form of punishment?” he asked.
Between moans, she huffed, “Not when—you do it—so good.” He spanked her pussy again, and she nearly convulsed, it rocked her so hard.
“Are you going to come already, love? I thought there was more you want—”
The knocking picked up again.
Lila whimpered, “Not now.” She let her front half fall to the mattress, just sticking her pink ass in the air.
Ambrose could tell she was so close to coming, the look in her eyes, the pink to her cheeks. Crack. He spanked her again, and just as she moaned, the knocking picked up louder and faster. But Ambrose only caressed the spot he’d just smacked, as Lila pushed into his touch.
“Master Draven! Miss Bran! You are needed.” The voice called. “We were instructed to bring you no matter what, even if we have to bust down the door and take you as you are.”
Lila whimpered again, and Ambrose cursed, seeing red. But he ignored it and spanked her again. At Lila’s answering moan, he pressed his face into her sex, licking and kissing her red, swollen lips. His nose pressed into her ass cheek, and the moment his tongue was on her, she melted.
Fuck, she was delicious. Perfect. He wanted more, more, more. Ambrose reached for those lilac strands, fisting her hair between her knuckles and pulling her back. She moaned again, a guttural sound, with her neck pulled taut.
His mouth moved, his tongue circling that tight, puckered hole as he spread her cheeks as far as they’d go. Lila stiffened and made a noise he’d never heard her make before—throbbing his desperate cock, already impossibly thick—just as she pressed her hips back, begging for more.
His tongue toyed with her ass, pressing into her as he smacked her again. She moaned so loud, it was all he heard. He wanted to own this ass, to shove his cock inside of it till she came. It was so round and perfect—so biteable and so fuckable.
Ambrose! Lila yelped through the Concord as another moan slipped from her lips. We have a viewer again, just so you know.
Mine, mine, mine.
Immediately, his tongue stopped in their tracks. Turning to the open doorway, he roared, “What the fuck?!” and shifted into the large monster from anger alone. “What?” he hissed.
Someone was watching, and he hadn’t even realized. He hadn’t heard the door open or felt another presence. It was only Lila and her sweet moans, Lila and her sweet ass, Lila, Lila,Lila, Lila, Lila, Lila, Lila, Lila, Lila.
A small man stood just inside the doorway, eyes focused on his feet, and though Ambrose could’ve easily doubled him in size, the man didn’t even flinch. He wore the billowing dark gray and black of the Maggot Mansion and his features were schooled into utter indifference—even as Ambrose growled before him, a savage monster completely nude.
“Master Nostro wishes for your audience on the grand floor.” And without waiting for a response, the man turned, took a few steps down the hall, and called over his shoulder, “Now.”
Ambrose bit his tongue from cursing the man out, and instead slammed the door, shaking the walls around him. He felt his body shake, the anger rising over their ruined moment.
“I guess we’ll have to continue later,” Lila sighed. But her voice sounded . . . fine. Not upset at all, maybe a little disappointed. But no anger. So why was he? Why was he so easily angered now?
He pressed his lips together and rolled his shoulders, shifting back into his humanoid form before turning to her as she crawled down from their coffin. Her ass and pussy were bright red. Almost welting. Not completely unlike the lashes on her back from Drusilla’s whip.
Ambrose clenched his fists, knuckles white.
She tilted her head. “What’s wrong?”
He wanted to scream.
“Nothing. You weren’t bothered he saw?”
She shrugged. “We had viewers yesterday, so . . . not really. I’m more upset we had to stop. I liked that, by the way . . . a lot.”
“A gentleman would have asked for permission before doing something like that,” he grunted. But Ambrose was glad she enjoyed it. He fucking loved it. Maybe too much.
Lila smirked. “And what would I do with a gentleman?”
Ambrose turned back to her, and faked a smile. A part of him wondered if she could see through it, but instead of addressing it, he walked to the leathers he’d worked with Nostro to get. “I don’t know what Nostro has planned. Better go prepared in case.”
Lila grabbed his arm, forcing him to turn back. “You’ve been . . . on edge. Or . . . I don’t know.” She looked up at him, tilting her head. “Did something . . . change?”
Ambrose paused.
He was so incredibly happy. He’d made love to the woman he wanted to spend his immortal life with, proposing and promising to love her forever.
But fear and anger and a dirty, filthy kind of hunger had been spreading over his bones. He wanted to ravage her. To bite into her again as he fucked her like an animal. Not a single drop of him cared for her safety at that moment. He could have broken her and not even noticed.
But instead of saying any of that, he swallowed it all down his throat. Ambrose gently kissed her on the forehead, smiling that same, fake grin, and said, “It’s nothing. Let’s talk later.” And without letting her pry more, Ambrose handed her a pair of black leather pants.