Chapter 6 #2
I scowl, jutting my chin out in a pout. “Don’t you want to fuck me.”
“Are you serious?” He groans, rolls his eyes, then lifts both hands to push my hair back from my face. “I want to do more than fuck you, witch. I haven’t thought about anything else but you in months.”
A tiny thrill shoots through me, and I bite my lip. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He shakes his head, looking as if he’s fighting a smile. “You’re always so impatient.”
I gasp as he drops one hand from my hair and his fingers find their way between my legs, rubbing soft circles against my clit. The sensation is too much—like wildfire spreading through my body—and I moan, and rock into his hand at the same time as I want to pull away.
“I can’t,” I gasp.
He sticks his tongue out, licking a long, deliberate line up my throat. “But you’re so pretty when you come for me.”
“Then let me come while you’re inside me.”
“Needy little witch,” he mutters, tone almost scolding. “Not until you’re ready.”
Oh, I’m ready. I’m almost embarrassingly ready and I can feel myself dripping all over his stomach. I’d be bothered, except that I know he likes me like this—drenched and desperate.
Fox tortures me with his fingers for a few more minutes, then finally lifts me off his lap, his strong hands gripping my waist, and places me on the bed. His eyes darken as he leans close, his breath hot against my ear, fingers trailing down my spine. “On your knees.”
Excitement zips through me, and I grow somehow even wetter just knowing what’s coming next.
Sinking to my knees in the center of the bed, I lean forward, pressing my cheek against the cool sheets, ass in the air.
The bed creaks as Fox shifts behind me. My breath catches, muscles tightening with a delicious shiver of anticipation.
I’m expecting that he’s going to fuck me now, so I’m surprised when instead his rough palms slide up the backs of my thighs, thumbs spreading me apart.
The air feels cool against my exposed skin for one heartbeat, two—then his warm breath ghosts across my center, followed by the wet velvet heat of his tongue.
A sharp sound escapes my throat, high and breathless, and his grip on my thighs tightens, fingers digging into my flesh as a low, appreciative rumble vibrates against my sensitive skin.
He gives me another long, slow lick, then another, delving deeper with each stroke, fucking my entrance with his tongue.
When he reaches around to massage my clit between two fingers, I arch against his mouth, a strangled sound escaping my throat as my body tightens around nothing, desperate for more.
“Oh Gods. I can’t. I can’t.” I whimper, not entirely sure what I’m saying. It’s too good—too intense—and I can’t take any more of it. I’m not sure if I’m going to come or pass out.
He keeps licking me until I’m trembling and whimpering. My spine curves like a drawn bow and my fingers clench around handfuls of the sheets. Then, Fox’s tongue ventures higher, exploring a new, untouched territory.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out, my entire body clenching at the unexpected sensation.
“Do you like that?” he asks, his voice a rough whisper against my heated skin.
I whimper. I’m not really sure…
He does it again, tongue flickering against that sensitive, taboo place where no one has ever touched me before.
I moan again. Yes, I like it, but it feels strange and vulnerable in an entirely new way, and it’s not enough to satiate the pulsing emptiness inside me.
I need him to fuck me or I’m going to cry.
I glance over my shoulder, my hair falling across my flushed face, lips parted, eyes half-lidded. “Please.”
The burning heat in his gaze flare white hot. “Fuck, I love when you beg.”
“Please,” I say again. My fingers dig deeper into the sheets, knuckles white with tension as I arch my back further, pressing myself against him in silent invitation.
He makes an inaudible sound in the back of his throat. “Okay little witch, you win.”
I keep watching over my shoulder as he grips his straining cock in one hand and I can see a glittering bead of precum on the tip. He drags the head of his cock over my dripping entrance, then pushes into me in a single stroke.
I’ve been teetering on the edge of an orgasm for what feels like hours, and the moment he enters me I tip over that edge.
All my muscles tighten and I bury my face deeper in the blankets to muffle my scream.
Fox’s hands fall on my ass, and he pulls me back against him, then draws out again, bouncing my entire body against his cock as I ride out the tremors of my orgasm.
“Fuck,” he moans, squeezing his eyes shut. “You’re so goddamn perfect. I love feeling you come for me.”
He doesn’t give me even a second to recover from the first wave before he’s trying to wring another orgasm from my limp body.
Without pulling out of me, he wraps a large arm around my middle and pulls me up so he’s kneeling and my back is plastered to his chest. His fingers find my clit again, rubbing me as I roll my hips, taking him impossibly deeper.
“Oh Gods,” I moan again.
I have no idea how, but my muscles are tightening again. The heat builds far faster this time, like the second release is riding the coattails of the first.
My thighs tremble uncontrollably as lightning races up my spine.
“That’s it,” he whispers against my ear, his voice rough with desire.
“Let go for me.” His fingers press harder, circling faster, and I shatter, my body convulsing against his chest as broken sounds spill from my lips.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, holding me through each wave. “So perfect.”
I go practically boneless, and if not for Fox’s arm around my middle holding my back to his chest, I would have collapsed forward against the bed. Instead, he doesn’t move from his kneeling position, sitting on his feet, and I lean my head back against his shoulder as I catch my breath.
This time, Fox gives me a few minutes to recover, letting the tremors in my legs subside.
He’s muttering something against my hair, but I can’t make it out—if it’s even coherent words at all.
Finally, my breathing evens out and I lift my head up again.
It’s only then that I realize he hasn’t finished yet, and is still hard inside me, waiting for me to come back to myself.
Carefully, I disentangle his arm from around my waist, then slide his length almost entirely out of me so I can swing my leg over and settle back down on his lap, this time face to face. I loop my arms around his neck, rolling my hips to readjust the angle of our joined bodies.
Fox makes a hissing sound, somewhere between pain and pleasure. “Fuck you feel so good. I don’t know how I’ve held out this long.”
I rock my hips, smirking up at him. “I don’t know why you bothered. Not that I mind.”
“Maybe because I wanted to do this,” he says, then captures my lips again.
I keep my arms twined around his neck and moan into his mouth, as his tongue dances lazily with mine. I keep rocking my hips, but the rhythm is gentle. The urgency has faded, replaced by something deeper, something that makes my chest ache.
It’s as if I’m slowly burning alive, and each slow, deliberate thrust builds the fire higher until the burning radiates outward toward my shoulders—toward my wings.
My eyes fly open in surprise. Fox’s eyes are open too, and he’s looking at me with something like pain on his face.
Our gazes connect, and I bite the inside of my cheek trying to force my wings to stay away through sheer willpower.
I yank my gaze back from his, and push my face against his neck instead, while rolling my hips faster.
This needs to end soon or I’m not sure what’s going to happen.
Responding to my movement, Fox’s breathing changes, growing more ragged.
His fingers dig into my sides, his muscles tensing beneath me.
At the last moment, his hands grip my waist, lifting me off him with such urgency that I gasp.
His head falls back with a strangled groan, and warmth spills across my thigh.
I look down, surprised somehow. But, I don’t know why I should be. Fox always pulls out, never finishing inside me. I’ve never really thought about why, but it is odd. I take the potion to prevent pregnancy, and Fae don’t often get pregnant, anyway. The risk is so small it barely matters.
It doesn’t seem like a good time to ask about it though, so I keep my mouth shut as we collapse together onto the mattress, our skin slick with sweat and other fluids.
My cheek presses against his chest, rising and falling with each ragged breath. His heartbeat thunders beneath my ear, gradually slowing as we lie tangled and spent. Fox runs a hand over my smooth back, and I’m relieved when his fingers don’t catch on anything but my shoulder blades.
“Fuck,” Fox says finally.
I smile and rise up on my elbows to look at him, but my smile falters when I see that his expression is serious, and hard to read. He doesn’t seem as happily relaxed as I feel, he looks…frustrated. Maybe, sad?
“What?” I ask, my pulse already speeding up again.
“I need to tell you something.”
A sudden knock on the door splinters what remains of the afterglow, and interrupts Fox before he can explain what he’s thinking.
“Fox? You in there?” Jett’s voice filters through the wood.
My eyes fly to the door in alarm, and I watch as the knob turns. The door begins to open, a sliver of hallway light cutting across our tangled limbs.
Fox swears and sits up so fast I bounce off his chest and fall onto the bed. I react just as quickly, flinging an arm out toward the door, which abruptly slams shut of its own accord.
A thud reverberates through the door, followed by Jett’s voice: “What the—goddammit!” Something metallic clatters against the hallway floor, the sound of keys or maybe a weapon skittering across wood.
Fox looks at me sharply, his eyes practically screaming: You know I hate when you use magic!