17. Swan Lake #2
He doesn’t wait, his knee spreading mine apart, tipping me off balance.
My eyes snap open and I hold onto the rock wall in front of me.
He’s snuck us past the waterfall into a small alcove where the water is shallow enough for me to stand on the slick stones.
I rely on his hand at my throat to keep me upright, my fingers digging into the boulder’s crevices as his impossibly thick cock glides along my sex between my thighs.
“Fuck.” His mouth grazes my collarbone, raising goosebumps. “I can already feel how ready you are for me. You want to be fucked so bad by your husband, you’d let me take you right now.”
Not a question, just the desperate truth.
My teeth carve into my lip, and his grip tightens on my throat as his other hand finally, finally circles my clit, making me whine.
“All this fighting, rebelling. It’s an act,” he murmurs. “You’re glad I saved you from your white knight, aren’t you, little bird? One day you’ll admit you’re mine.”
His cock stills along the crease of my ass, and he sinks a finger into me, stretching me. My muscles clench around him, making me suck in a sharp breath.
“So needy. You wanna feel how drenched you are?”
He lets go of my neck to wrap his arm tightly around my waist, lifting my hips out of the water.
I stretch on my tiptoes, enough for his finger inside my channel to slip free above the surface.
Then I feel him stroke his cock, hear him grunting his pleasure, before reaching around me and tracing his slickened fingers on my lips.
“Feel that? That’s us. I’m about to come just from fucking your thighs, and you’re already slick enough to take my cock and all I’ve had to do is barely touch your clit.”
He grabs my hip with his other hand and sinks us back beneath the surface.
“That’s how this could be between us. So fucking easy. All you have to do is let me treat you right. Can you imagine how good we’ll feel when I’m actually inside you?” he rasps as he smears the proof of how much we need each other across my mouth.
My tongue sneaks out to lick his fingertip.
“Jesus, yes. Taste us, Luna.”
He curves his finger into my open mouth, and I obey instantly, wrapping my lips around him, tasting water laced with our arousal.
“Taste the difference between spring water and us. There’s nothing pure about us. We’re sinful perfection.”
I don’t know which flavor is him or me, but my eyes close again on a moan. His finger moves in and out of my mouth in sync with the way his cock has begun to move between my thighs again, taunting my opening.
“One day, I’m gonna fuck ‘I love you’ out of these pretty lips, little wife.”
My heart stutters.
I should argue with him, push back.
But I can’t seem to care. Not when he’s bending me forward for a better angle on my clit. Not when he whispers things that make me want to beg for him to make good on his promises.
“Every time I thrust, I’m so close to sinking inside you, and I’m aching to fill you up.
You know how hard it is to hold back right now?
Once I’m inside my wife, I don’t know if I’ll be able to restrain myself, and I don’t think you’d want me to.
You’d want everything from me. You’d beg for me to come inside you, wouldn’t you, baby? ”
His cock pulses between my thighs, sliding along my core. Each thrust leaves me breathless for more, the shock of cold water rushing in to replace the heat he leaves behind.
“Don’t you want that, Luna?” he asks again, popping his finger from my mouth to join his other hand to grab my hips. His grip bites into my skin possessively, like he’ll never let me go no matter how I answer.
“Yes,” I gasp, not sure of the question, just wanting him to keep ending each thrust with that little pulse against my clit.
“Mmm,” he growls, kissing my jaw before dragging his teeth down my throat. His canines lightly bear into the flesh at the crook of my neck, and one hand glides up to pinch my nipple, drawing a gasp from me.
“You’ve been teasing me all morning. Don’t think I didn’t notice,” he accuses, but there’s not a hint of disapproval in his dark tone.
“You didn’t have to strip down, but you did.
And you sat naked in the cold water, right in front of me and ripe for the taking during the longest bath in history.
I had to keep myself from diving in after you to latch onto these perfect tits. ”
He squeezes my breast roughly, making me cry out. Then his hand glides down my side, every inch of his touch slow and deliberate before resting over my clit.
“I wasn’t trying to tease you,” I pant, lying through my teeth. “I just… wanted a bath.”
And now I just want is release.
He bites my neck, and my yelp ends in a moan when the gentle caress of his lips soothes the wound.
“Liar.” He chuckles darkly. “Someone needs to put you in your place.”
Rebellious heat flares in my chest.
“And that’s gonna be you?”
But his fingers circle my clit again, harder and faster this time, and I moan, putty in his arms.
“It’ll only ever be me. You want to be tamed, and I’m the one who’ll do it.”
He thrusts hard between my thighs, clapping our skin in the water, and I whimper. “Take what I give you for now. Neither of us is lasting long.”
My nerves are on fire. “Are you… are we gonna…?”
“Are we gonna… what, baby?” he taunts, his low laugh bouncing against the rocks.
Anticipation and embarrassment lodges the words in my throat. I’m never like this. I’ll say whatever I want to say, whenever I want to say it. But right now? I can’t form the words, and my cheeks heat.
“Can’t finish that sentence for me? Is my reckless little bird finally shy?” His voice lowers, rich as honey as his warm whisper caresses my cheek. “Good. You never have to put on a show with me.”
Something unravels in my chest, releasing a tightness I hadn’t realized was holding me back.
My vision blurs before I slam my eyes shut.
The waterfall’s mist will hide any tears that fall, thankfully.
He’s already seen too much of me. I already feel too much with him. And he’s not even inside me yet.
Orion Fury will ruin me if I’m not careful.
I brace myself for him to do it. My muscles tense, ready for him to pull back and slam into me in one brutal thrust.
But his fingers on my clit keep their steady circular rhythm that’s driving me mad. His thrusts slow, though, and he croons over the waterfall’s roar.
“Relax, I’m not gonna claim you. Not yet.” He kisses my tattoo on my upper back, making me quiver. “When I finally take you, there won’t be a single doubt about me in your mind. Now stay still and let your husband do the work.”
He shifts us over, catching me as my feet slip on the stones. I wonder why he’s moved us until my hands find a better grip on the new boulder in front of me, and my feet find purchase on a flat rock. The waterfall breaks on his back, splashing over mine as he bends over me.
One hand returns to cup my breast firmly, while his other hand zeroes in on my clit faster and with merciless precision. His cock pumps between my thighs again, slick with our arousal, and I whine at the sensations pulsing through me.
He works me brutally, tweaking my nipples, teasing my clit. But his tantalizing thrusts never give me the one swift plunge inside that I’m craving to ease the ache that I instinctively know only he can.
Every circle of his fingers over my clit builds tension in my muscles, tightening them as I clutch the boulder and become one throbbing heartbeat begging for release.
“Orion, please .”
He curses against my nape, but I can barely hear him, his name now a needy chant on my lips. My muscles coil tightly, straining to climb the peak, and I chase the high like I never have, rising with it, pleading for it, begging to reach it, until I finally… finally…
… break.
My climax slams into me, forcing a breathless cry from my chest. Waves of pleasure rack through me, and I collapse forward. Orion catches me, his arm banding over my chest before I hit the slick stone as all tension leaves my body.
“I got you.” He holds me to him, keeping me upright, cradling my throat with his palm again and steadying me.
His thrusts between my thighs grow frantic, his grip on my throat gentler now, while the one back on my hip is punishing, so desperate to claim me I know I’ll wear his marks.
I swallow against his palm, and glance down at the hand on my hip.
The FURY tattooed across his knuckles strains white as he clings to me through his frenzy.
He told me not to look at him, but I need to see the way he needs me, even if it’s only a peek.
When the hand at my throat leaves to grip my collarbone for a stronger hold, I glance over my shoulder and—God, am I glad I do.
Orion Fury is falling apart over me, face creased with focus, jaw locked, a vein bulging at his temple. His eyes fix on his cock sliding between my thighs, and he sucks in ragged breaths every time he thrusts.
Then he looks up.
His dark green and brown mismatched gaze captures mine.
His lips part as his hips stutter almost to a stop.
One heady breath passes between us, then he picks up speed again, eyes on me, letting me see the ecstasy my body gives him.
His chest heaves, abs contracting over his inked stomach, and his cock thickens, teasing my entrance more and more with every stroke.
I brace my hands on the stone and bend lower, changing the angle to offer more of myself as I squeeze my thighs around him.
“Fuck, Luna. Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby,” he groans, one final thrust surging through him as he comes.
But his cock slides too high, the very tip slipping inside my channel before he lurches to a stop, hands digging into my collarbone and hip. His thick head lodged just past my entrance, his cum pulses into me, heat flooding my channel.
“Oh my God, Orion!”
“ Shit ,” he hisses low, looking almost as shocked as I feel, even as his hips keep pumping shallowly, spilling his seed into me.
“Orion, are you—are we…”
I drift off, panic, pleasure, confusing exhilaration—everything colliding in my chest at the sight of Orion’s awestruck face as he comes inside me.
A voice deep in the back of my mind tries to fight for reason, but something primal takes over instead. I suddenly want things I shouldn’t. Need things I shouldn’t. The adrenaline brought on by this risk draws me to him like a drug.
My virginity teeters on a knife’s edge. He’s coming inside me, and worst of all, I want it.
God, what’s wrong with me?
“Orion?” My voice trembles, heart racing, torn between fear and need. Rebellion and surrender. The urge to flee, or to fly straight into the forbidden.
More, please. Break me only for you. Make me yours.
I try again, fighting for better judgment. “We shouldn’t, Orion. I… I’m not on birth control?—”
“Shhh, baby.” His thumb starts slow, comforting circles on my hip. “It’s okay. I already know. Trust me.”
His reassurance quiets the storm in my mind even though my pulse still thunders. My body bends easily for him as his hand on my neck arches me back, bringing me flush to his chest.
He whispers against my neck. “We want this, don’t we?”
I swallow, unable to argue.
His teeth scrape lightly over my skin, the promise of a bite.
God, am I crazy? This is careless, impulsive… everything I shouldn’t be. And yet the feral part of me craves for him to mark me, to claim me fully.
“ Please ,” I whimper, not sure if I’m begging him to trap me or free me. Or both all at once.
“Soon,” he murmurs. “Soon I’ll give you everything, Luna. Every goddamn thing.”
He lifts my hips, angling to allow his cock to nudge deeper. I gasp as he taunts my body’s resistance.
“Fuck, I can feel where you kept yourself for me,” he whispers reverently.
“What… what are we doing?” My voice wavers, but his gaze steadies me, sure serenity wrapped in raw hunger.
“Every part of me belongs to my wife, Luna,” he growls, unrelenting. “Everything I am belongs to you .”
My heart skips painfully. I bite my lip, tilting my hips to let him rock into me, stretching my opening. Not enough to break me, but enough to destroy me all the same.
I could move. I should . But I don’t. And we both know I don’t want to.
Because this part of him, the instinctual way his body dances with mine, the bites that almost pierce my flesh, the way he’s claimed me in almost every way… Orion has unveiled something deep within me, something I didn’t know I needed, but now I’ll crave forever. From him .
His thumbs press into the dimples above my ass as he flexes forward again, halting right at the barrier he refuses to cross. Then his hand circles my waist, and his other lifts my damp hair to drape it over my shoulder, revealing my tattoo.
He kisses it with possessive heat in his gaze, evaporating the splash of fear trying to trickle in. With one look and a touch so tender it feels as intimate as being inside me, he stokes a terrifying wildfire of emotions inside me.
“One day I’ll break you, my reckless little bird. I’ll wear your blood like a vow, making you mine forever.” His gaze sears into me, dark with promise as his palm settles over my belly. “If I haven’t already.”