Chapter 31 Prince Sloth #2
Her breasts moved rhythmically as she rode my fingers, and my cock jerked at the sight of her grabbing one and squeezing it.
I leaned in, replacing her hand with mine as I cupped one breast and took the other into my mouth, sucking and teasing until she cried out for mercy.
“What did I tell you about mercy?”
I fucked her harder with my fingers as she drove herself onto them.
Her body slamming down onto my palm made a clapping sound that had my cock straining against my leathers with new urgency.
I withdrew them and flicked her swollen clit before thrusting them back in.
“Oh, gods…”
I flashed her a wolfish smile.
“The gods don’t fuck the way we monsters do.” I took the lobe of her ear between my teeth as she ground against the heel of my hand. “But if you wish to be on your knees, I’ll give you something to pray to.”
My sweet, sunny dreamweaver loved wicked words; she was drenched. I’d noticed it earlier in our journey and tucked it away in the vault of my mind.
I’d told myself it was strictly for intel purposes, to better understand her.
It might have been the first lie I successfully told myself.
Her breath hitched as she grabbed my forearm with both hands and used it for better leverage, guiding herself toward her own pleasure.
Each movement and moan elicited a deeper connection between us.
She dragged her attention from where my fingers were buried inside her and licked her lips as she took in my erection.
“I want to see you lose control too.”
I would deny her nothing.
I tugged at the laces of my fighting leathers, feeling the cool air hit my skin as I freed my aching cock. Her eyes darkened at the sight of me, and her growing arousal added to what I was already drowning in.
This woman would be the death of me, and I suddenly welcomed my ending with open arms.
My hand wrapped around my length, pumping in sync with her as she rocked her hips harder, faster.
Within moments I was hurtling toward the edge of climax.
My grip tightened as I stroked over the crown, swirling the bead of liquid down my shaft, and thrust into my hand.
Her hooded gaze followed the movements, and I felt how much she enjoyed watching me lose control, fully aware it wasn’t something I normally did, but I was willing to unleash myself for her.
She clenched around my fingers, dripping wet.
A primal satisfaction ripped through me, knowing I turned her on.
Mine.
I leaned into her, pumping my fist over my erection as her hips bucked against my other hand, each of our movements a desperate, jerky plea for our release.
Every stroke, every thrust, pounded the same word into my mind over and over until it was all I could think of.
Mine.
For a moment, it felt like she’d slipped into my head, chanting the same word too. It was a mental seduction that was the beginning of the end for me.
We were both teetering on the edge.
I sealed my mouth over hers, our kiss messy and frenzied as our tongues and teeth clashed.
Heat surged up my legs, coiling tightly in my balls, an intense sensation that signaled how close I was to coming.
I was on the verge of falling over that peak; one more moan from Lore and I fell completely, feeling her shatter right along with me.
My head fell forward as the force of my orgasm hit, a powerful wave that made my knees buckle. I spilled onto her hip and cursed.
In that moment of unending ecstasy, I sensed it—a magical tether that seemed to bind us. One that felt familiar. But impossibly so.
I was too lost to the moment to focus.
My chest rose and fell rapidly as I gasped for air, trying to ground myself in reality again, to pull my consciousness back into my body after such an all-consuming experience.
She’d spoken of the gods, and for a fleeting moment, I might have considered myself wholly devout instead of the sinner I was.
That was as close to an out-of-body experience as I’d ever come.
My mind, my body, my very soul, had all narrowed to her. Like she was the central point of my universe and I was caught up in her gravitational orbit.
“Fuck.” My heart was still pounding, and I couldn’t seem to catch my breath.
Lore’s labored breathing matched my own, and her dark, beautiful eyes were still glazed with pleasure.
I had never experienced an orgasm that powerful before.
We hadn’t even joined our bodies in that most intimate of connections—what had just happened was only a taste of what could be.
Instead of being spent, I was filled with a strange energy at the thought of forging a deeper connection. I was already getting hard again, my attention already narrowing on that insistent tug that demanded we complete our union.
My body was at complete war with my mind. Reason and desire clashed.
And I was so tempted to submit to that innate drive, to focus only on the woman before me, forsaking everything else.
One heated look from Lore and I’d cave.
I reached for her, tugging her close, needing to wrap her against me.
Her arms went around my waist, and she laid her head against my chest as if she needed a moment to process the intensity too. The physical contact helped quell the inferno of need still raging within me, but not enough to fully douse it.
My mind couldn’t seem to wrap itself around what the hells had just happened.
My emotions never got so entangled with a physical relationship before. And now I couldn’t seem to snip the threads fast enough.
I held her tighter, breathing in her sweet scent for one more moment.
This wasn’t the time to analyze the future or any complications.
Nor was it the time to allow my desire to overtake logic and strategy.
Whatever this thirst was, this visceral craving, it could wait. It had to wait.
I finally let my arms drop from where I’d been cradling her close.
I retrieved the torn tunic and used it to wipe the proof of my desire and lack of control off her hip.
Once she was cleaned up, I tucked myself back into my leathers and retied the laces.
She watched silently, her expression unreadable.
A different sort of fear worked its way into my thoughts.
“Are you all right? If I did something you didn’t—”
She shook her head, halting me from voicing any worries.
“I’ve never…” She inhaled deeply and exhaled, looking shy for the first time since we’d met. “That was—”
I leaned in and gave her a chaste kiss, then drew back.
“Intense? Incredible? I could recite a better list if I wasn’t still intoxicated on that release.” I tapped my temple lightly. “I think this is broken at the moment. Now I understand why Lust acts the way he does.”
Lore’s relief swept into the space between us.
“I thought that was just me.”
“Not even close, Peaches.” I tucked a loose strand behind her ear. “There’s nothing I want to do more than bury myself between your thighs and experience that level of heaven again, but we need to move.”
That strange tether was vibrating in my chest.
An insistent, frantic warning I couldn’t ignore.
I had no idea if it indicated the Book of Nightmares was getting close, or if it had to do with not finishing what we started.
We’d already risked too much.
After Lore used the ripped tunic to clean herself up, I balled the offending fabric up and tossed it into the underbrush.
My feral urge to hunt down and murder the male who’d given it to her dulled slightly now that our combined scents were on it.
But I still wouldn’t mind driving my dagger through his heart.
Seemed my savage behavior wasn’t quite under control yet.
I carefully draped my tunic over her head and helped her into it, my fingers lingering as I laced up the ties and slipped her weapons belt over it again, wishing we could savor the moment.
Despite all the reasons why it wasn’t a good idea, I wanted to lay her down on the soft carpet of leaves, making love to her slow and tender, exploring her every desire until she was sated and I could think of something past forging our connection in the deepest way possible.
But a thread of urgency had my senses prickling; there was a gnawing sense that something was wrong. It pulled me back to myself, banishing the remnants of whatever spell our releases had created.
We needed to keep moving.
I’d just stepped back when a glint of silver whizzed by, nicking my ear before embedding itself in the tree beside Lore’s head.
One millimeter to the right and it would have hit her jugular.
An ancient, frozen rage gripped me in its fist.
She released a startled cry, and that storm of fury erupted in me as I whirled around, positioning myself between Lore and the threat.
Any tenderness, any distraction, vanished.
I embraced the monster bellowing at the cage I’d locked it in.
And I kicked that door open, releasing all my pent-up divine rage as I prepared my counterattack.