Chapter 33
“How’d that go?” Ambrose said the moment Lila stepped through the small cabin door. He lounged in the small bed, back propped against the wall.
She shrugged as she untied the makeshift belt, dropping it to the floor. “As expected, I think. There was just . . . so much to talk about.”
He watched as she let the loose pants fall to the floor, then padded to the tiny bed and crawled on top of him. “And his feelings toward Bek?”
She sighed and dropped her cheek against his chest. “Not the best, not the worst. I don’t think it’ll cause us any problems going to the Morada with her, but it might make things awkward. There”s a lot of pain for him to get past. And because I know Bek, I know she harbors a ton of guilt, but he hasn’t seen that yet. Hasn’t seen her. So . . . it’ll just take time.”
Ambrose ran his hand over her back, then unbraided her ocean-waved hair as he spoke, “You should talk to her tomorrow. Let her know the situation.”
Lila nodded. “I will. Anything from the other lords?”
“I’ve only spoken to Kaz. Darius and Nostro retreated to their own quarters, as did Bek and Constance.”
“What did Kaz say?”
“The ship will take four days to arrive at the shores of the Viper Morada. Hope you’re not prone to seasickness, love.”
“I guess we’ll find out,” her voice was beginning to slur together. “I feel fine now, though. Just very, very tired.”
Ambrose lifted the scratchy green blanket over them, then returned to smoothing her hair. “Then sleep, love. I could use it too.” Apparently, Ambrose didn’t have to tell her twice. Lila’s breath was deep and steady, and each exhale warmed his chest. He huffed a laugh, then settled back and closed his eyes. “Good night, love. Sweet dreams.”
The ship rocked Ambrose awake. He wasn’t sure how long he’d slept, only that his head swam with dreams, his body sore from remaining in the same position for too long.
Lila was gone, her clothes that’d been on the floor were also gone, and the scratchy blanket came up to his neck. He was . . . tucked into bed.
That woman, he smirked. Ambrose rose from the bed, stretching his arms and shoulders, rotating them till each muscle felt right once more. The boat swayed back and forth, up and down, but other than the sounds of the wood creaking and the waves crashing, everything was . . . silent.
Tying his hair back, Ambrose padded out of the room and down the small dark hallway, climbed the steps that lead to the deck, and peered out of the crack between the hatch doors. The sun was out, shining brightly, and it stung Ambrose’s dark eyes, as he hastily stepped back.
“Fuck,” he cursed to himself. It was daytime. Morning maybe? Had he really slept so little?
Lila?His voice slipped through the Concord, reaching, searching. He waited, patiently, watching the beam of sunlight peeking through the crack he’d just looked out from.
You’re finally up?
Immediately, he loosened a breath. All of his muscles calmed, his very bones relaxed. The sound of her voice was like a tonic, a drug, something that could ease every chaotic thought, could soothe every anxious move.
Come up, I’ll keep you safe. And just like that, his heart melted. He was so utterly, foolishly enamored by this woman, he would melt at her feet if gravity would only allow it. Ambrose could hear the teasing smile in Lila’s voice, and as he pushed the hatch doors to the deck, as the sea breeze blew the few loose strands of hair around his face, he turned to the smile.
That smile which lit up his entire world brighter even than the sun.
Lila stood at the edge of the port side, her elbow resting on the banister as though she’d just been looking out into the ocean. The sun was rising—or maybe setting—behind her, silhouetting her body in the loose white shirt, her lilac hair blowing everywhere in the sea-bound breeze, the salt of the air curling it to be a wild, untamed mess. Her pale skin was practically glowing, and those warm brown eyes were summer encapsulated. She looked like a tempest, like a goddess, like a being not of this world, nor the next. She looked . . .
Free, was the word that came to Ambrose’s mind. She looked free.
He met her on the ship’s edge, leaning over it as she turned back to the ocean. They stood next to one another, their upper arms pressed against each other as they both watched the bob and sway of the water.
“It is very blue,” she said. And when Ambrose raised an eyebrow, she pointed her chin out to the horizon. “The ocean. It isn’t black at all. It’s the truest blue I’ve ever seen. Is it all like this?”
Ambrose nodded. “Mostly. Sometimes it’s green, or a combination of the two.” He turned to her then, watched her watching the ocean. Her eyes were dazzling, as though a thousand tiny stars sparkled in her irises.
“I want to see it. All of it.”
The corner of his lips lifted, and he took her hand, entwining their fingers. “Then I will show it to you.”
She smiled, and it’s like every fear, every worry or concern, even the lust he’d been feeling for her very blood and the guilt that came hand in hand—it all disappeared. The only thing that existed, in that moment, was Lila and her gorgeous, perfect smile.
He stared at her, and realized, she was his sunset—sunrise, whatever it was—she was the painting he could never look at for long enough, the view he would always find mesmerizing. And as he felt the sunlight, the real sun, warm his skin for the first time in hundreds of years, he realized he could go an eternity without, so long as he had her warmth.
Ambrose didn’t think for another moment. He stepped toward his Little Crow, driving his hands to the nape of her neck, grabbing fistfuls of her wild lilac hair. Her eyes met his, brown and golden and brilliant, with a questioning tilt of her eyebrows, a parting in those perfect lips. He ran his thumb over her cheek, caressing her skin and the simple shutter of her breath drove him mad.
He kissed her, pressing himself to her, as her small hands found their way over his chest. She clutched at his heart, breathing him in, and opened her mouth for him, taking his tongue in a way that showed Ambrose that Lila was equally as hungry for him as he was for her. He took her tongue into his mouth, sucking on it. Her lips were so devastatingly soft, and he desperately wished he could feel them around his cock at that moment.
Oh? Lila hummed through the Concord.
Ambrose was so caught up in their kiss, caught up in her, he hadn’t realized he said that through the Concord, hadn’t realized he’d asked, but now she was pulling away, a smirk on her lips, and dropping herself to her knees. Ambrose wanted her, wanted her lips on him, his tongue in her mouth. He tried to stop her descent, but she only sank farther. And then she untied his pants and grabbed the waistband.
What if someone comes on deck? It’s nearly night, isn’t it?
She giggled. Ambrose, it’s morning. You slept for an entire day and night. No one, but the human crew who are also sleeping or too busy with the ship, is here. We’re alone. And without hesitation, she pulled his hardening cock free. So eager for me, she teased. And Ambrose had the flittering thought of how sweet her wet pussy smelled on the salt air, thought about shoving his cock into her, just to show her how much he wants her.
Lila took his cock in her hand, and angled her lips just at his head. He grabbed the banister behind him, but Lila smirked, and scurried on the deck, putting her back against the ship’s wall.
“What are you doing, love?” he asked as he turned to her, his cock still in her face. But she didn’t answer. Instead, Lila took him in one, deep bob of her head. Her tongue languidly licked up his entire length, as her lips came together to suck on his head.
He cursed and slammed his hands once more on the railings, caging Lila under him completely.
With a pop, she freed him from her perfect lips. “I want you to feel the sun on your skin as you come in my mouth. I want you to watch the sunrise, love.”
Ambrose couldn’t contain the emotion he felt. He drove his hand behind her scalp, fisting her hair once more, and fucked her pretty little mouth, again and again. Fuck, she is so perfect, he thought, as she held onto his hips, her nails digging into his skin.
“Lords, you’re sucking me off so fucking well, love. Just like that,” he cooed, petting her head with one hand as he gripped the railing with the other. “Are you wet from sucking my cock, Little Crow?”
Lila nodded, bobbing his cock against her plump lips.
“I want to fuck your perfect cunt.” He pushed into her mouth deeper, feeling how far she would take him. He knew she might gag but he just couldn’t help himself with her. He wanted everything.
Lila took the base of his cock in her hand, and pumped, her lips meeting her fist as though she were hungry for more. Ambrose rocked his hips in time with her movement as the wood splintered under his grip. Fuck, she was so good.
She sucked him deeper, deeper than he thought she’d be able to, and it nearly had him coming apart at the seams. He threw his head back, tempering his desire, and instead took a step forward, knocking her back into the ship’s wall. He thrust his hips as the hand buried in her hair yanked her head back, forcing that pretty throat to slide him just that much deeper. He reached his thumb around, massaging the back of her jaw to help her relax, to take more of him.
“Do you like the taste of my cock, love?”
More than anything, she replied through the Concord.
“Such a good fucking girl. I know you can take me deeper, Little Crow. I want to feel the back of your throat.”
He looked down at her, watching those beautiful brown eyes beaming up at him. Her plump lips wrapped around him. He pushed deeper and Lila’s eyes rolled back, tears prickling her eyes. Fuck, yes. Like that.
Ambrose thrust harder, faster, and the sounds of the ocean were diminished by the sounds of her mouth on his cock, her lips sucking at his skin, the wood splintering under his palm.
Lords, her perfect mouth sucking him in was enough to shatter his mind, and he hadn’t even gotten to his favorite part yet. He was going to fuck her. Right here, on the deck of this ship.
Lila moaned around his cock, as her head lightly backed into the wood behind her. Feeling her throaty, needy noises around him were enough to send him over, he was going to come.
“Don’t you dare fucking swallow one single drop. Keep my cum on your tongue,” he bit out, and with another hard thrust into her throat, he pulled his cock to the flat of her tongue and came.
Electric current felt like it was shorting his system as he erupted, his legs shaking. The banister snapped under his iron grip.
Ambrose breathed heavily, taking a long moment before he looked down at the love of his life, her lips still wrapped around him.
In a breathy voice, nearly a whisper, he asked, “Do you want me to fuck you, Lila? In the sunlight?”
She nodded feverishly, and Ambrose didn’t wait a singular moment. He pulled himself from her mouth and lifted her onto the railing, his hands holding her thighs so she wouldn’t fall into the ocean on the other side.
With his long nails, he tore the crotch of her pants, and tore the underwear underneath, revealing her dripping pussy. It glistened under the morning light, and he desperately wanted a taste. But he could devour her later, could spend the rest of their time on the ship eating her pussy as though he was starved for her—because he was starved for her.
“Spit my come on my cock, and let me fuck it back into you.”
A blush crept to Lila’s cheeks, and like the good girl she was, she did as she was told.
Ambrose nearly buckled as he watched his own hot ecstasy drip from her tongue, her lips. He watched as it slowly descended, landing on his skin that was still so covered in her saliva. His cock was hard, still hard, still wanting more. He met her sun-kissed eyes, and plunged himself into her. Lords, she was so fucking hot and wet, and with his come on his cock, it made his sheath inside of her so blissfully smooth.
She bit her lips around a moan, and something in Ambrose’s mind broke. His anger bristled, and his need to hear her moan—to hear her scream—snapped every part of him. Every part, but the predator’s.
He thrust into her, hard and fast, as he grabbed her jaw.
“Scream for me, right fucking now.”
Lila raised an eyebrow.
Make me, she said.
Oh. She wanted to play? He could play.
Ambrose slipped his cock from her sopping cunt, and stepped back as he lowered her feet to the deck.
“Ambrose? Are you—”
He needed her. He needed her so bad, it hurt.
Ambrose stepped forward, and spun Lila around, facing the sun and the open ocean, before he tore her shirt open. He pulled her back flush with his chest, and cupped her breasts as his favorite shade of pink warmed in the direct sunlight.
“Fuck yes. I’m more than okay, Lila.” He toyed with her, pulling and pinching as she stifled a moan, still biting her lip, refusing to scream for him. All Ambrose could see was the impression her teeth were making on her perfect, fucking lips. He wanted it to be his teeth. Wanted to bite down on those perfect plump lips, and taste blood as he sucked them between his teeth.
“Keep doing that, love, and I’ll have to find a new way to make you scream,” he said hoarsely, not recognizing the words slipping from his silver tongue. “I want everyone to hear, you are mine.”
Ambrose took his hand from her nipple, and guided her chin to turn back and look at him. Then, he took those lips so obviously begging for him, and made them his.
His tongue stole into her mouth, hot and desperate. Dominating.
Stop biting these pretty little lips, he ordered. I’ve told you before, it makes me feral. At the final word, he nipped her with his front teeth, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. She whimpered, finally making a noise for him.
But now, he wanted to make her pay for making him wait. He wanted more than a whimper. He wanted a scream. More, more. He nipped again, but this time, it drew blood.
Ambrose licked Lila’s bottom lip, slowly, eyes open, watching her.
Lila batted those two suns open, her long lashes making his cock jerk against her ass, and met his gaze. Your eyes . . . she squeaked into his mind, they look . . .
Fuck it. He bent her over the boat’s railing, her hands rushed to catch herself at the banister—even though Ambrose would never let her fall. He ripped her pants open farther, and when her gorgeous, perfect ass was just before his cock, he used her slick arousal from her dripping core and his come, and dipped his cock into the puckered tight hole.
A sharp inhale escaped Lila’s nose, but she still didn’t moan. Not as he felt every twitch, every resistance around his invasion.
“Have you ever had anything in this hole other than my thumb?” He thrusted deeper, pushing himself just inside. Lila shook her head, lips still clamped together. Good. Something else just for him. Lords, she was perfect and his.
Ambrose snarled, as he rocked back and then dove in once more. It felt like he was splinting her in half, and her muffled cry seemed to say the same thing. A swell of pleasure went straight to his cock at her cry. She must be liking this even more than when he took her pussy, he thought, because her cry nearly sounded animalistic, and he thrust deeper.
“Scream for me, Little Crow,” he begged, pushing her back farther down into the wood. “Tell me how good it feels.”
It—
Her voice was faint, and though the Concord was always there, it felt as though he were slipping further and further away from it. Which only made him feel like he needed to get closer to her.
Ambrose thrust into her again, his cock being milked by every pull of her ass. “You like pain though, don’t you Little Mouse, only from me?” He knew she did. Not only that, she loved it.
Lila’s ass tightened, her back straightened. But Ambrose kept fucking her. He went harder, harder, faster, faster.
A—Ambrose.
Fuck, she was so tight, and felt so good. And her smell, lords, he could smell a sharp, metallic tang he loved, her wet pussy, her salty skin. The only thing that’d make it better was if he could actually hear her moans, her pleads, her little begs he loved so much. Her screams.
Sun—
Her faint sound through the Concord was barely audible, but he knew what she wanted. He lifted her hips, and with both hands braced at her waist, he pulled her down his cock, and off again.
Absently, he felt his skin begin to prickle, a burn he shrugged off as an itch.
He threw his head back, groaning into the evening sky. The sun on his chest, igniting the crow tattooed there, and the divine heat swelling around his cock, swallowing him whole, drove him further and further into lustful madness as he drove further into his sunlight, again and again. Ambrose was thrusting so hard into her, he lost his footing under him, scrambling to keep up, scrambling to just be inside of her. He smacked her ass, grabbing her waist, and pulling her down to meet his hips at each hungry thrust.
It was euphoric, it was bliss.
He moaned, “Ah, scream for me, love.”
“Sunflower!” Lila shrieked, and with the sound of her voice, everything around him completely shattered.