Chapter 39 #2
Felix leaned in. “We both know that’s not true.” He cocked his head, tail swishing behind him. “Now tell me. What. Were. You. Doing.”
She looked down before she answered, and found the hard length of him straining against his grey track pants wet from the spray of the shower. Her breath caught in her throat; she couldn’t even speak.
“Answer me, pet,” he demanded.
“Touching myself.”
He smiled, tongue sliding over his fang.
“Good girl.” His hand wrapped around hers, her fingers wet from being inside herself.
Was he about to? He took her fingers into his mouth, his barbed tongue licking up all her juices in an unbelievably hot way.
When he was finished, he kissed them. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? ”
“I thought you didn’t like water,” she said, her voice still struggling to get out. Goddess knew her brain wasn’t working.
Holding her gaze, he walked into the fall of the water. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Avery,” he said, not talking about the shower anymore. “If you’re going to get wet, I’d better have something to fucking do with it.”
Using his good hand, he wrapped it around her neck and pulled her into a vicious kiss, devouring her the same way she hungered for him. The bond flared within them, moving like a living thing inside of them as they moved in tandem.
Desperately, Avery kneeled and pulled down his track pants, springing his cock out.
“Fuck,” she said, her breath heavy. She would never get used to him; everything about him was carved as if he were stone.
Every part of him made from a vision only an artist could conceive.
His breathing came faster, rougher as he pulled her up with one hand and turned her around, flattening her against the shower wall.
“Your ass is fucking mesmerizing,” he said. He leaned in close to her ear. “I’m going to bury myself in you, and you’re going to take my knot like a good girl.”
Shivers went down her spine as he slapped a hand against her ass cheek, the sound echoing around the room. It only stung for a second, and then turned into a pleasurable burn spreading all the way through her core. “More,” she said.
“More what?”
“More, please.”
Another hand came and clapped against her ass cheek, harder this time, and the impact reverberated through her pelvis, making her gasp.
“When I slap you again, I want you to know what it means.”
“What does it mean?”
The next slap landed hard enough to make stars burst behind her eyelids, and she pressed her forehead against the glass to stay grounded.
“You’re mine.”
Slap.
“You’re fucking mine.”
Slap.
“Say it.”
Slap.
“I’m yours.”
Grabbing her ass, Felix ran his length between her legs, gliding agonizingly slow through her wetness.
When he retreated, another whimper tore from her throat.
She needed him inside her, not teasing, not almost, but buried to the fucking hilt.
A low growl reverberated through her, the glass panes shaking.
But before he could do it again, he let out a groan, not one of pleasure but of pain.
The sound cut through the haze, and she twisted in his grip to face him.
“Did I tell you to turn around?” he said, grinding his teeth, the words coming out strained.
“You need to lie in bed. You’re hurting,” she said.
Felix’s face had gone pale, eyelids barely staying open. This wasn’t good for him.
Felix tried to push her into the wall again, but she resisted. “Not until I get my fill of you, kitten.”
“You still will,” she said, reaching past him and turning off the shower. Taking his hand, she led him back to the bedroom.
Gently, she helped him lie down, wincing every time he did. The firelight caught every glorious muscle, his gaze so dark it reflected the flames.
Climbing on top of him, she made sure not to put any weight on anywhere that hurt and positioned herself over his erect cock.
“Wait,” he said, gripping her before she could sink down on it. “Wait,” he whispered again. Concern wove through her; had she done something wrong? Was he in pain?
For a moment, he just stared at her, his features brimming with emotion. “You said to tell you when I’m okay.”
Her breath hitched. Was he going to say it?
“I wanted to say I love you. But it’s not—”
What? He didn’t love her?
“It’s so much more than that.” He swallowed, a single tear slipping down his face. “Avery, you are everything. Everything I want. Everything I need. I can’t even put it into words—”
He sat up suddenly, his gaze blazing into hers. “I love you. I fucking love you. I will spend every hour, every second, making up for the time our souls hadn’t been intertwined.”
All the breath was knocked out of her lungs.
He grabbed her face between his hands and kissed her reverently, feverishly.
With the greed of a man who was insatiable.
Sparks lit up her body, igniting a wildfire that utterly consumed her.
He consumed her. She had to break away for a moment. Had to say it back.
“I love you,” she said. But it didn’t feel nearly enough. Those three little words were incapable of portraying the depth of how much she loved him.
A smile pulled at his lips. “I know you do, little witch,” he said into her mind.
She rolled her eyes, pushing him back on the bed. She kissed down his chest, letting her tongue trace the lines between muscle, tasting him. When she reached his hip, she looked up to find him watching her with an expression that bordered on feral.
“Don’t,” he said, voice raw. “If you put your mouth on me right now, this will be over before it starts.”
The confession sent a thrill through her. Next time, then.
Instead, she came back up and gripped his cock, harder than she probably should. She worked him up and down. The moan he let out was fucking depraved. She wanted so much more. Could listen to that sound on repeat and never get bored.
And then, she let it spring forward, only to grind her sensitive flesh against his.
She rolled her hips, inhaling the delicious friction that threatened to push her over right there and then.
But she wanted him inside of her, and by the way his hand clamped onto her hip, fingers digging in as he guided her up and positioned his tip at her entrance, he wanted the same thing.
Slowly at first, she slid just the head in, moans tumbling from both their lips.
Before, when she had sex, she had been somewhat self-conscious, but now?
The way she sank herself down on him was downright animalistic.
Inch by inch, she took him. Took him until he was fucking buried in her.
She was so full she could barely breathe. Every nerve screamed for him.
She was already so close, but this just sent her soaring higher and higher.
He thrust into her, in and out, in and out until she felt it getting fuller and fuller inside of her.
Waves of pleasure crashed through her each time she felt it swelling with each thrust, the knot forming and growing until she was stretched so tight she saw stars.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, the barbs hooked into her walls.
She cried out from the sensation that flipped from pain to ecstasy in the space of a heartbeat.
By the sound of it, Felix was close himself.
“Fuck, Avery, I’m going to—”
Her gaze caught his, and goddess, the way he looked at her.
It was enough. It shoved her over the edge, and she took him with her.
Her walls clenched around his knot as his heat flooded inside of her, filling her with his sweet cum.
It was like falling, like for a second, she was completely weightless, before another thrust of his cock had her coming apart in tatters.
The noise she made wasn’t witch, human, or shifter.
She crashed down, pleasure racking her body with no mercy.
Their breaths heaved together as his knot swelled, locking them together so completely she couldn’t have moved if she wanted to. She let herself collapse forward carefully, avoiding his shoulder, until her cheek rested against his chest.
In every way possible, they were tied together, bound by the threads of fate and woven together by choice. When she lifted her head to look at him, he was already watching her.
Her lips curved up. “You’re staring at me.”
His fingers brushed through her hair, finding a piece and tucking it behind her ear. “And I won’t ever stop.”