Chapter 49 Out of the Frying Pan #2
And while I wasn’t necessarily afraid of being intimate, I was really just enjoying the non-sexual intimacy we were cultivating. Lying in bed, both of us reading, music playing softly in the background while our legs entwined under the blankets…
I’d never felt so peaceful before.
Or so proud that I could still kick ass at Kitty Kat Kart.
“Alright,” he said, pulling himself back up. “Rematch. This time, I get to be Turbo Tabby.”
“Nu-uh, I called dibs. You can be Lady Purrington.”
When the screen came up to choose the characters, Ronan snatched the controller out of my hands, holding it out of reach while he clumsily worked his controller one handed to choose my favorite character.
“Hey, not fair!” I laughed, trying to get it back.
He grinned, about to claim his prize when I yanked on one of his horns, causing his finger to slip and choose Whisker Supreme instead.
“Oh, you’re gonna get it now,” he growled.
He lunged towards me, controllers thrown off the bed as his fingers became dangerous weapons, tickling my sides without mercy.
“S-stop!” I half-laughed, half-cried. I tried to kick him off me, but he used his weight to pin me down.
“Give me Turbo Tabby, witch!” he replied with mock anger.
I finally managed to get a hand free, and reached up to grab a horn again, this time pulling his head towards me and kissing him.
He froze for a moment, waiting to see if I would push him away or stop. When I didn’t, his hands changed from tickling to caressing, from playful to amorous. His lips left mine and skated up my jaw towards my ear.
“Tell me when,” he panted. “I’ll only go as far as—”
“Ronan,” I moaned, feeling his erection grind against me. “For the love of Hecara, please stop talking.”
He chuckled darkly against my skin. “Shutting up, mate.”
I pulled his T-shirt up his back, and he sat up to remove it the rest of the way, revealing the tattoos that had been quite the surprise when he’d come out of the shower that first day.
I knew they hadn’t exactly been a choice for him, but I still thought they were really sexy, and I wanted to trace every line with my tongue.
When he leaned back down, I stopped him with my hand, enjoying the change in his expression from disappointment to excitement as I pushed him back, settling myself on top.
“Be a good boy and stay still for me.”
His eyes widened, and he nodded silently. If he were a werewolf, his tongue would have been wagging.
I got off the bed, standing before him and slowly taking off my clothes. It wasn’t a tease, at least not a very good or coordinated one, but it was deliberate. It was control.
It was me watching Ronan, my mate, as he watched me, hands at his sides. No barking orders, no force, no manipulating me into uncomfortable positions, clothes, or situations because that was what he wanted.
No. It was me with my mate who only wanted me as I was.
Sweatpants, junk food, and all.
I crawled back on the bed, his eyes tracing my every movement, but he remained still. His stomach tensed as my fingers ran down his chest towards his pants, pulling them down. He lifted his hips slightly to help, but otherwise made no move.
His cock sprung free, hard and leaking, and my mouth began to salivate. I never thought I’d ever utter the words “perfect cock” in my life before, but Ronan’s was…
Perfect, yes.
He hissed in pleasure as I grasped his shaft, my tongue darting out to lick up the bead of pre-cum weeping from the head. I maintained constant eye contact, watching him come undone by my slow, careful ministrations.
“Fuck, Sage, can I please talk?”
I laughed, sucking one of his balls into my mouth and releasing it with a soft pop. “Not yet.”
He clamped his mouth shut, moaning wordlessly as I moved back up and brought him as far into my mouth as possible.
I kept an eye on his hands as they gripped the comforter beneath us, not moving to grab my head. To direct me.
He was a passive, submissive participant.
And it made me feel so powerful, so… seen.
I continued working him up into a frenzy, and when he finally gave a very omega-like whine, I decided he’d been good enough.
Moving back up his body, licking every inch of skin I encountered along the way, I paused once I made it to his lips, floating an inch above them.
Our eyes met. “You can touch me and talk as much as you like.”
He exhaled deeply. “Oh, thank fuck.”
Ronan kissed me. His hands moved down my back, resting on my ass and remaining there, hips rolling and thrusting while his cock moved between us, not penetrating.
My hands, meanwhile, naturally found their way to his horns, and I already loved the way I could grip them for leverage. Demons had a reputation for being fun in bed, and it was easy to see why.
“Mphm,” he mumbled, breaking the kiss. “I have to taste you. Please, just for a bit.”
I smiled against his lips. “Only because you’ve been such a good boy.”
His whole body shuddered as I rose, positioning myself over his face, my hands on the headboard. Avoiding those horns I was growing to love so much, I lowered myself carefully over him, gasping in pleasure.
That’s right, demons also had exceptionally long tongues.
Thank you, Hecara and Ravaric, for pairing us up. A girl could get used to this.
I bit my lip as my hips began to rock back and forth, riding his face as Ronan ate me with wild abandon, sloppy and desperate and perfect.
Perfect.
I felt heat budding in my core as his lips suctioned around my clit, his tongue flicking back and forth. Breath shortening, stomach tensing, I threw my head back and screamed his name.
“Ronan!”
His self-satisfied purr, my good boy still very much an alpha, added vibration that really sent me over the edge, hurtling me straight into another one.
“F-fuck, Ronan…” I moaned, pleasure flooding my veins in a way I’d never felt before, relaxing and invigorating all at once.
I rested my head on my hands which gripped the headboard, panting and collecting myself while he waited patiently beneath me, lazily licking my slick from my thighs and avoiding my overstimulated clit.
“You taste so good… like green apples.”
Not jasmine, the lingering scent brought forth from the woman whose life was cut dramatically short, a tragedy that allowed mine to be extended. No, he liked my green apple perfume, the one that came from me when I’d first presented as an omega.
I finally scooted back down to see the grin on his face. “Thank you,” he said with a sigh.
“Thank me?” I laughed.
“Of course,” he replied, his tone indignant. “Do you have any idea what a privilege is it to have the most beautiful woman in Lundaria sit on my face?”
This man’s tongue was talented in more than just cunnilingus, it seemed.
“Mm, is it also a privilege to have the most beautiful woman in Lundaria ride your cock?”
He gave a boyish grin. “Fuck yeah, it is.”
I scratched his bearded cheeks and gave him a kiss before positioning myself, grabbing and guiding him to my entrance.
Our eyes met, saying more than words ever could. Of devotion, affection, safety, comfort, desire…
Love.
Love, love, love.
It was in every movement, every touch, every glance. It nourished me, empowered me. And I poured it all back into him, as we refilled each other’s cups with everything we needed and wanted, a never-ending cycle of mutual adoration.
I ignored the sting of happy tears in my eyes, lest Ronan get the wrong idea and think I wanted to stop—the last thing I wanted to do was stop—and sank myself on top of him with a gasp.
His cock filled me pretty well, too.
“Sage,” he whispered, my name a prayer, an invocation on his wet lips. “Sage, fuck…”
Yes, that was the plan. My hips began to move in circles as I tested our joining, finding a rhythm, a pattern, an angle that had us both crying to our gods and each other.
His hands gripped my thighs, while my hands fell forward and landed perfectly over the unfinished tattoos on his upper chest just as I hit the right spot.
Ronan was tense beneath me, trying so hard to be still and not buck up while I took what I needed, how I needed it.
I didn’t have to be this controlling all the time, and honestly couldn’t wait until we were both rested and I’d hand over the reins to him. But for now, he knew.
He knew.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Please don’t stop, don’t—”
He didn’t need to tell me. I came again, my nails digging into his skin as my mouth fell open in a silent “O,” the clenching of my inner muscles milking the climax out of Ronan.
I fell and he caught me, our chests heaving and hearts beating, the universe aligning and souls melding.
There was just one more thing I needed. One more act that would overwrite all the years I’d been locked up, forced into the darkness while resisting the forging of my will into a consumable weapon.
My teeth scraped along the skin of his neck, feeling it pebble from the sensation.
And then I struck, his hot, spicy blood filling my mouth.
He flinched for a second, warmth spreading through every inch of my body as he began a deep purr.
“Sage… Oh, Sage, I’m yours,” he rasped, still trying to catch his breath.
Ronan was mine, all mine.
And I was his.