Chapter 28 – COSIMA #2
I turn my attention back to his cock, realizing quickly that there's no way I could fit even the crown in my mouth. He's simply too big. Instead, I focus on licking long stripes up his length, using my hands to stroke what my mouth can't reach.
The Knight pants heavily above me, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. The feeling of having this much power over a beast so much stronger than me sends a rush straight to my head. Definitely not used to feeling like that . Usually, I'm the one alphas have power over.
I redouble my efforts, alternating between long licks and gentle suction on the sensitive head of his cock.
My heat builds as I pleasure him, slick now trickling down the insides of my thighs.
Almost unconsciously, I reach down with one hand, slipping it beneath my tattered robe to touch myself.
I'm so wet, my fingers gliding easily through my folds.
Suddenly, the Knight goes rigid. He breathes in sharply and I realize he's scented my arousal. Before I can react, his hand shoots out, grabbing my wrist. Fortunately, it isn't the metal one, but panic still flares in my chest.
This is it, I think wildly.
He's going to devour me after all.
But instead of attacking me, he brings my hand toward his face, inhaling deeply.
He freezes and growls when he catches me staring up at him, and I look away immediately, but not before I get a glimpse of a long tongue slipping out from between his sharp teeth.
Slowly, deliberately, he licks my arousal from my fingers.
Even out of the corner of my eye, the sight is terrifying—those razor-sharp teeth so close to my skin—but it's making me even hornier for some bizarre reason. My breath catches in my throat as he cleans every trace of my slick from my hand, his tongue hot against my skin.
When he's done, he releases my wrist, but the hungry look in his eyes remains. Startled by the intensity there, I fall back, my legs parting as I land on the soft leaves covering the ground.
The Knight's eyes immediately lock onto my exposed pussy. I should close my legs. I should run. But instead, I find myself spreading them wider, offering him an unobstructed view of my most intimate parts.
What the fuck am I doing?
Those teeth are sharp.
So. Fucking. Sharp.
The more logical part of my mind is yelling at me to close my legs, kick him in the head, and run for my fucking life, heat be damned. I shouldn't let this feral, monstrous alpha with jaws full of razor-sharp teeth designed for rending flesh from bone anywhere near my pussy.
Near any part of me, actually.
But that tongue...
Memories of my nightmares flash through my mind. His teeth sinking into my flesh, tearing me apart. But the Knight before me now isn't the same as the rabid, mindless monster from my dreams. He stares at me, hungry, yes, but also... reverent. Fascinated.
Slowly, I bring my hand back between my legs. "Do you like my scent?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper as I start touching myself again.
The Knight lets out a broken purr of approval, the sound rumbling through his chest. Other than when he nodded a few minutes ago, it's the closest thing to verbal communication I've seen from him.
He draws closer as if he's being drawn in by a trance, his massive frame looming over me.
My heart races as he positions himself between my spread legs, his bone-white hair falling forward over his scarred face like a curtain, the tips of the strands brushing against my throbbing pussy. I can't help but squirm.
“Do you want a taste?” The words slip out before I can think better of it.
He lunges forward with a guttural snarl, but I manage to stop him, my foot pressing against his shoulder.
He freezes, going still as a statue, and growls again.
This time, it isn't an aggressive growl.
He sounds more confused than anything, like he isn't sure what the fuck I want if it's not "eat my pussy like a peach. "
Well, okay, that is what I want.
But not in the way he seems to think I was asking.
"Wait," I gasp. "No teeth. Tongue only. Understand?"
I'm not sure he does, but he rumbles with another growling purr, a sound that vibrates through my entire body. When I lower my foot shakily, he lowers himself fully between my legs.
The first swipe of his long tongue along my slit sends shockwaves of insane pleasure through me. I cry out, my back arching as he laps at me hungrily. His tongue is huge, rough, and so, so hot. It feels like nothing I've ever experienced before.
His growling takes on a curious pitch as his tongue accidentally slips inside me. The slight penetration makes me shudder, my heat flaring even hotter.
"Yes," I pant, tangling my fingers in his hair. "Fuck, more of that."
Taking my words as encouragement, he pushes his tongue deeper.
The stretch is incredible. He's so big, filling me in a way I never thought possible from a tongue.
The cool metal remnants of the upper part of his mask press against my sensitive mound as his tongue delves deeper and heated rushes of breath coat my entrance with his ragged panting.
It's too much, too soon, and I come with a startled cry, my body clenching around the writhing intrusion. My hips buck wildly as pleasure courses through me, and that long tongue withdraws, leaving me feeling empty and cold inside.
When the aftershocks finally subside, I open my eyes to find the Knight has pulled back. There's worry in his normally ferocious blue gaze. It's surreal, seeing such human emotions on such a terrifying face that's starred in more nightmares than I can count.
I realize with a start that he thinks he's hurt me.
Any remaining inhibitions I had crumble in that moment.
This supposed monster I've feared for so long is concerned about my well-being. It's almost too much to process. I'm not used to this from alphas. Not used to this at all. Then again, should I really be that surprised? All the monsters I've ever encountered have appeared perfectly normal.
"It's… it's okay," I murmur, reaching out to stroke his hair. "You didn't hurt me. That felt… good."
His visible eye flutters shut at my touch and the blue glow marking the other behind what remains of his mask flickers, too.
He leans into my hand like a giant cat seeking affection.
A lion, maybe. I'm struck by how much he seems to crave this simple contact.
Even more than the sexual touches from before.
I continue petting him, marveling at the softness of his stark white hair. It's such a contrast to the hard edges and ruinous scars that make up the rest of him.
"Do you want to do more?" I ask softly.
He pulls back slightly, waiting for my lead just as I instructed earlier.
Emboldened, I guide him onto his back. He follows through willingly, watching me as I straddle his muscular thighs.
My hands roam over his body again, tracing the patchwork of scars and metal.
When I wrap my fingers around his cock once more, he lets out a low moan that I feel more than hear.
I lift myself up, positioning his massive length between my legs. The heat of him against my sensitive flesh makes me gasp. Slowly, I lower myself, pressing my thighs together around his cock.
The Knight's hips jerk upward, a strangled growl escaping him.
I can feel every twitch, every pulse of his cock between my thighs.
I start to move, rocking back and forth, his cock not quite penetrating me yet.
His precome mingles with my own wetness as his massive hands come to rest on my hips, steadying me as I ride him.
They easily span my waist, both the human hand and the one with claws sharp enough to rend flesh from bone.
Part of me still can't believe this is happening. But as I look down at him—at the way he watches me with such reverence, such awe—I realize that maybe this was always meant to happen. Maybe we were always meant to find each other like this.
The Knight matches my rhythm, his hips rising to meet mine with each downward stroke. I'm close again, the combination of friction and my heat pushing me rapidly toward the edge.
But I want more.
Need more.
With trembling hands, I lift myself up. The Knight growls louder at the loss of contact, his hips chasing mine. But I have other plans.
Slowly, carefully, I position myself fully over his cock.
The crown presses hard against my entrance, and I have to bite back a moan at how good it feels to have something so huge brushing against my slick folds.
He's twice as big as anyone and anything I've ever taken, maybe more, and I'm not shy with my toys.
But I hesitate, suddenly uncertain.
He's so big.
Too big, maybe.
What if this is a mistake?
As if sensing my sudden fear, the Knight goes completely still beneath me. I don't have to risk another glance at him—he clearly hates that—to feel his patient confusion through whatever strange bond is building between us.
He understands what we're doing, even though I have no idea what level of experience he has. Maybe even none. He might be going on pure alpha instinct. But he's still not sure why I'm doing this. I've never sensed this hesitation from any other alpha.
It's not just that he isn't sure why I want him to fuck me.
He isn't sure why I'd want him at all.
The thought bothers me more than it should.
He's waiting for me. Giving me the choice. After all these years pursuing me in my dreams, he isn't just taking what he could so easily take. He's letting me decide what I want from him.
Taking a deep breath, I start to lower myself onto him.
The stretch is immediate and intense. I gasp from the sharp pain when his crown seals itself inside me and I have to stop there.
I lift myself off him immediately and fall back against his muscular thighs, realizing it's still too much, too fast, no matter how aroused I am.
No matter what his tongue was already doing to me.