Chapter 6
The magic knotted around my wrists was growing on me, especially as Kier used it to keep me trapped as his hot mouth branded my stomach with kisses. He’d already sucked several possessive marks onto my chest and ribs, and now he painted the path of red marks lower. I squirmed, throbbing with need.
“Ruthless gods,” I groaned, my head falling back when he licked the length of my hip bone, scratching a particularly sensitive spot with his teeth before marking me there, too. “Kier, stop torturing me.”
“But I enjoy torturing you,” he replied unashamedly, repeating the torture on my other side, scraping his teeth lower, lower. He stopped before his mouth could reach where I was now frantic for stimulation.
“I might change my mind, and kill you,” I panted, trying to free my bound hands to grab his head and push it down to my pussy. His fingers spanned my wrists, pressing them into the cold floor. A flash of hot, shivery sensation ripped down my spine.
“If you kill me, you won’t get my mouth where you need it,” he pointed out, which was fair.
“I’ll kill you after.”
“You’re welcome to put your knife to my throat again,” he said against my mound, those wicked blue eyes flicking up to connect with mine.
Gods fucking damn, the sight of him between my thighs was either sacrilege or worship of the highest order.
I needed him so badly I ached, rolling my hips pointedly.
“You’re so hot when you’re trying to kill me. ”
“I would have gone through with it.”
His grin bared a sharp canine, delight of all emotions glittering in his eyes. “Oh, I know, mate.”
I groaned, dropping my head back again. That word was like sunlight on my soul, bathing all my sharp, jagged places with warmth until I realised I wasn’t a porcupine at all, just a hedgehog, and my defensive armour could lay flat when I was safe.
And I was safe with Kier. I felt that safety deep down, lulling me to relax even as my body wound tighter, his kisses never getting close enough to touch where I throbbed.
“Kier,” I snarled after a whole minute of this madness.
He glanced up at me, smug, a little dark. “I can’t hold your wrists and eat this sweet pussy at the same time, Zaba.”
“Then release me,” I said, as if it was obvious.
His swift grin made me nervous. “Ah, but I don’t want to. I like you pinned down under me.” He licked a swirl so close to my clit and my hips jerked. “I suppose I could just…”
My brown furrowed, but smoothed in surprise a moment later when the shirt he wore strained to fit shoulders suddenly much broader, the button pinging off his trousers as his goblin form fit within them.
My stomach filled with a mix of butterflies and nerves as he smiled with all those teeth, still devastatingly attractive but oh so dangerous.
His broad hand pressed my wrists into the floor, his extra height allowing him to shift further down my body and drag the flat of his tongue from where my pussy wept for attention, all the way to my clit.
“Much better,” he rumbled, his voice deeper, deadly. Everything about him was deadly, and I shivered hard, though not entirely in fear. He used his shoulders to push my thighs wider, and wasted no more time teasing me, plunging his tongue into my heat.
Oh, oh, his tongue was longer, thicker. I stretched around it, my breath hitching in surprise. He stroked all the sensitive spots inside me as he slid his tongue out to growl, “I can hear every little sound you make, Zaba. Every catch in your breath, every gasp, every sigh.”
He said it like they were torturing him, and I couldn’t help but grin. “Poor husband,” I cooed. “Does it make you ache?”
“Keep talking like that, and I’ll bury myself in you before you can take another breath. And my tongue isn’t the only thing bigger in this form, Zabaletta.”
I was molten. Melting. I fully intended to taunt him again, but his hot mouth returned to my swollen nerves, and my mouth dropped open as sensation hit me from all angles.
I curled my fingers so I was touching his, holding on tight as he rolled my clit with his lips, stroking with his tongue at just the right angle to make my eyes cross.
“Kier,” I gasped.
His reply was a low, deep groan that rattled all my senses and raised goosebumps on my arms. My primal human instincts screamed that this was an apex predator who could rip me apart, but it only heightened my pleasure until I couldn’t stand it.
My hips writhed, every other breath a moan.
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip as he carefully circled my entrance with the pad of a clawed finger, not breaching me but finding every sensitive area until I was soaring, shaking.
His tongue lashed my clit, ruthless as I neared my peak, and when I looked down again, unbound by the sight of him, Kier’s eyes were on me. His lips curled into a smile as he tightened the suction of his mouth and sent me crashing over the edge.
I bucked against the stone floor. Pleasure broke me down with rush after rush of white-hot, blinding bliss. Or maybe I was blind because my eyes had rolled back.
Disappointment made me sigh when Kier’s mouth left my clit when I was still throbbing, aching, chasing the last few bolts of pleasure. I didn’t think anything of him resettling himself over me until the head of his cock pressed to my entrance, and surged into me so suddenly that my back arched.
I groaned something unintelligible, clutching at his hands as he fucked his cock into me with swift, powerful strokes. He was so thick that I felt every vein and ridge as he drove deeper, my pleasure spiking even higher. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t stop coming.
“That’s a good mate,” he praised gutturally, his breaths loud and sawing. “Milking your husband’s cock like a good girl, like the perfect wife you are.”
Oh, fuck. Everything inside me clenched hard, the next wave of pleasure enough to make me see bright, silver stars.
He didn’t treat me gently, didn’t give me time to adjust to the girth and stretch of him.
He fucked me like he loved me, like he hated me, like he’d been afraid he’d never bury his length inside me again.
And oh fuck, he did bury it, driving all the way on the next thrust and making my eyes cross.
“Need—a minute,” I gasped, still shuddering. The pressure of him inside me, stroking my most sensitive spots, was too damn much when I hadn’t come down from my first orgasm.
I expected his lips to find my forehead, for him to murmur something sweet and reassuring like he usually did, but instead a hard, “No,” cracked across the cavernous space. My eyes crossed as another rush of pleasure squeezed my inner muscles, so powerful that even my ass clenched.
“Kier.”
“No, mate,” he snarled, needle-thin teeth bared above me as he withdrew fast and drove back in with devastating force, making me arch off the floor. “You scared the ever-loving shit out of me in Azurann, and again when I found you climbing the Mother’s statue, so you’ll take what I give you.”
I pressed my lips together but it wasn’t enough to contain the whine. It could have been misconstrued for fear or discomfort if I wasn’t still clutching his cock in rippling pulses, my whole body hot, even my soul ravaged by pleasure.
My eyes slammed shut when the next rough thrust slapped his thighs against mine, his broad hips holding me open for him to do whatever he wanted to me.
“Kiss me,” I begged.
His hand finally released my wrists, and I opened my eyes to blink up at him, expecting softness and so turned on it hurt when I saw something possessive and deviant and carnal instead.
His hand moved so fast I couldn’t track the motion, caging my throat.
Maybe I should have been embarrassed from the way I drenched his cock, or how I wilted against the floor, my eyes heavy-lidded.
“That better not have been an order, Zaba, because I’m in charge right now. I’m the one who gives commands.”
He was trying to kill me, clearly. I shuddered through another mini-orgasm, crying out when his strength allowed him to fuck me even when my muscles tightened. Oh fuck. Oh gods. This wasn’t real. It must be a dream. No way could anything feel this good.
“Be a good girl and say please, and I’ll give you what you want.”
“Please,” I rushed out, wondering if I could die from an overload of pleasure. When his other hand found my pussy, the rough pad of his thumb circling my clit, clearly the answer was yes. “Please, please.”
“What are you begging for, darling wife?”
I writhed, pinned at my hips and throat, so sensitive I expected to fly out of my body at any moment. “I don’t remember.”
He ground his cock on the next thrust, circling his hips at the exact spot to make my eyes cross. “Am I fucking you too good for you to think straight?”
I whined and nodded, the drag and thrust of him inside me so, so good.
I brought my arms down and grabbed his forearm with both hands, digging my nails into his skin as he increased the pace, the ridges on his length raking over the perfect spot at the exact right moment.
Wait, those weren’t ridges, it felt like—
I came so hard all thoughts vanished. Butterflies took off in my stomach again when Kier kissed me hard, thrusting his tongue into my mouth with the same ferocity his cock claimed my pussy, his hand claimed my throat.
“Fuck,” he grunted, tightening that hand until I forgot my own name, forgot everything except the euphoria he delivered to me with urgent strokes and erratic thrusts. “I love you so fucking much.”
He slammed deep, and I felt him everywhere as my inner muscles gripped him so tightly we fused into one. I would never let him go, never stop hearing his deep, breathless moans as he came, and came, and gasped a tight, strained whimper, and came some more.
It took a long, long time for my muscles to stop quivering and remember how to relax, for my eyes to flutter shut, for Kier to cover my whole body with his. The weight of him was a new comfort I was greedy for, and even better with him in goblin form.
We’d fucked hard before, and honestly probably rougher than this, but godsdamn, it had never been this good.
When I remembered how to work my arms, I lopped them over his head so I could hold him, my thumbs stroking circles into his bare skin.
I snorted. “Kier.”
His response was a charmingly sleepy, “Mm?”
“I think you might have split your shirt, husband.”
His cock jerked inside me, setting off a sensitive ripple through my core.
“Hey, none of that,” I complained. “I’m not sure I can handle anything else.”
“Then stop calling me husband, wife,” he mumbled, then groaned when I gripped him in a hard spasm.
His eyes opened, flicking up to meet mine, a dark curl of intent just behind the well of affection.
“No,” I warned. “I’m too sore.”
“I know,” he agreed with a kiss to my cheek. And yet, he rolled his hips in an experimental thrust, not nearly as soft as he ought to be. “But I’m not sure you got to experience the full effect of my goblin form. Did you feel the ripples?”
I gave him a suspicious look. “The … ripples?”
His devious smile made my heart quicken.
So did the way he rose enough to grip my hips with both hands, holding me to the floor.
I understood why a moment later when he thrust slowly, what I’d naively thought to be the ridges of his cock swelling until they felt like beads raking over my nerves, taunting my pussy with more pleasure.
“What am I feeling?” I asked breathlessly.
Kier’s grin widened. “Some humans pierce their cocks with metal. Goblins embed smooth gems in theirs.”
“But… why? Not that I’m complaining,” I added quickly. They’d certainly felt amazing.
“Why?” he repeated, tightening his hands on my hips. “Because we can channel magic through them, wife.”
“What—ohhh, fuck,” I groaned, my mouth hanging open as the slow, lazy roll of his hips was accompanied by sudden, powerful vibrations. It was the same sensation as when Kier groaned with his tongue against my clit, but this was inside me. And in eight different places.
“Any complaints, my mate?”
“No,” I laughed, a little delirious.
“Good. Then keep those arms wrapped around me. You'll need to hold on.”
“Why?”
“Zaba,” he said cockily, leaning over to brush his lips to mine, clearly thrilled by my reaction. “This is the lowest vibration.”