Chapter 22 #2
A knock sounded at the door. Cian turned to stare at it for a moment before pushing himself up and pressing a quick kiss to my forehead.
Like he hadn’t just altered my world for the dozenth time this week.
I stared at the ceiling, my mind spinning, while Cian opened the door and murmured a few words to the hotel staff.
He wheeled in an entire cart full of silver-domed dishes and parked it beside the bed.
I didn’t even know what he’d ordered, but the room filled with delicious smells as my stomach growled.
“Sit up,” he said.
He handed me a glass of ice water, and I chugged the entire thing before crunching on an ice cube.
Cian sat down on the edge of the bed, between me and the cart full of food.
He started removing the lids, and I was immediately overwhelmed by all the choices.
Steak with potatoes and steamed broccoli.
Grilled chicken and salad. An overflowing plate of French fries.
Some type of pasta. And a massive slice of vanilla cake heaped with frosting and a side of whipped cream.
I wasn’t even sure what I was hungry for or where to start.
Cian interrupted my thoughts when he grabbed two pillows and dropped them on the floor between his spread feet. He gave me a look I couldn’t decipher before pointing at them. “Kneel here.”
Two words. One command. And I just… did it. I slid to the floor bonelessly and knelt on the pillows with my ass on my heels. Because Cian had asked me to. And because I just didn’t want to think.
He didn’t say another word as he began to cut the steak.
The knife clattered to the plate, and he picked up a piece of the medium-rare meat and brought it to my lips.
I opened my mouth and took the steak from his fingers, moaning as the flavors of the salty, tender meat melted across my tongue.
Cian’s eyes fell to half-mast, and his face softened into an expression of quiet contentment
He fed me another piece of steak. Then another.
Sometimes, he held the meat between his fingers, and other times he placed it flat on his palm so I had to lick across his skin like a horse eating a sugar cube.
And when he wasn’t feeding me, he took bites for himself.
He fed me potatoes and made me eat some broccoli even though I hated it, because “fiber is important.” Then he held another glass of water to my lips and made me drink.
As I licked water from my lips, Cian picked a cucumber slice off the salad. I opened my mouth, expecting him to feed it to me, but he placed it on his knee without a word. I stared at it for a second before rising onto my knees and eating it off his skin, my hands clasped behind my back.
His breathing changed, and I watched the bulge in his briefs thicken.
He smelled like hotel soap now, and I already missed the taste of saltwater on his skin.
He placed another cucumber slice higher up his thigh, so I ate that one too.
Then I leaned forward to lick up a seed left near the edge of his briefs.
My head felt floaty. I was naked, yet somehow so warm. Full. My muscles throbbed with a satisfying ache. I sucked the skin on his inner thigh as he forked some pasta into his own mouth. When I pulled back to look at the red mark I’d left behind, Cian cupped my cheek.
“You look perfect like this.” I felt perfect, and my eyelashes fluttered at this praise.
“On your knees for me, taking only what I give you. This is what you’ve always needed.
” His hand slid down until his thumb hooked under my jaw to tilt my head higher.
“But I’m the only one who sees you like this.
You will never get on your knees for anyone but me.
And if you do, if you ever eat from another man’s hands or kneel at his feet, I’ll kill them before I break your fingers and kneecaps. ”
I was fucked up, because the threat of violence was so romantic. I needed him to be that violently possessive of me. My answer was to lean forward and suck on the head of his cock through his briefs.
“I don’t want to change you.” His hand ghosted over my hair.
“To the rest of the world, you can be the devil.” With a grip on my hair, he tugged my head back so he could look me in the eye.
“I still want your smart mouth. I want to watch nature documentaries with you. I want to see you wrestle Jace over poker. And I want you like this—my perfect, cock-hungry slut.”
My eyes burned. He wanted me at my worst—when I was a savage brat, when I acted out, when I bit off someone’s ear.
And he wanted me when I was at my most submissive—kneeling at his feet, eating from his hand, taking his cock.
I’d thought no one would ever want both sides of me.
I couldn’t purge the devil out of me, and I couldn’t resist getting on my knees.
All of me was breaking around Cian’s words. But I couldn’t answer. I didn’t know what to say when my brain was so consumed with the smell of him and all the blood in my body had rushed to my cock.
With his one hand still buried in my hair, he used the other to tug his briefs down below his balls.
His swollen cock sprung free in front of my face.
He reached for the cake, dipped two fingers in the thick white frosting, and spread it over his cock.
My breath whistled between my teeth and a whine climbed up my throat.
His lips peeled back from his teeth as he said, “Clean your plate.”
His hand let go of my hair as I dove into his groin and ran my tongue down his shaft.
I devoured the sweet vanilla frosting combined with Cian’s musk, moaning greedily.
He added some whipped cream to the head of his dick, and I licked that up too.
I caught the trails of cream sliding down onto his balls and tongued at the pre-come dripping from his slit.
Cian sucked his frosting-covered fingers into his mouth, and I groaned at the sight of his lips closing around the thick digits.
Once the frosting was gone, Cian gripped the base of his shaft and tapped the pierced head on my lips. “Finish your dessert.”
I opened my mouth and took his cock to the back of my throat.
I gagged once, but he didn’t press further.
He let me set the pace. I bobbed my head in his lap, still tasting frosting and Cian, and the combination of flavors made me feel feral as I sucked him greedily.
He came on a lazy groan, his release minimal because of how many times he’d already come that day.
But I still drank down every drop until he was spent.
I reached for my rock-hard cock, intending to stroke myself while I knelt on the floor.
But Cian hauled me up off my knees with a growl and tossed me onto my back on the bed.
I bounced against the mattress, and before my body had even settled, he bracketed my hips with his hands and sucked my dick down to the root.
I shouted hoarsely and clawed at his shoulders while Cian blew me with purpose.
This wasn’t gentle head. This was an absolute claiming.
His lips stretched around my shaft as he stared up my body to pin me in place with his light eyes, all while hollowing his cheeks in an effort to suck out my soul through my dick.
I couldn’t last. Not like this. Not with Cian laying his final claim on my body. He owned it all now. Every piece. And when I came in his mouth, I could barely make a sound, only a wordless cry that felt ripped from my soul.
He crawled up my body like a predator and gripped my cheeks.
When I opened my mouth, his tongue plunged inside mine.
I tasted my own cum mixed with the lingering flavor of Cian’s release.
Fuck a blood bond—this was a cum bond. I hadn’t realized I was crying until the sobs became too much, until I couldn’t return Cian’s kiss.
He gathered me into his arms, and I swore I saw his eyes were wet too before he shoved my face into his neck.
I wept there, alternating between quiet whimpers and broken cries until the last of my resistance to everything that was Cian evaporated.
He held me tightly in his strong arms, and I didn’t think an entire pride of lions could have torn us apart.
“You see now, don’t you.” He didn’t phrase it like a question this time. He didn’t need to. “You’re mine, Devlin. I’m glad you finally get it.”
“Yours,” I rasped brokenly against his tattooed throat. “I’m yours, Cian.”