Chapter 6 Cassius #2
I strode toward him, the anticipation and that intoxicating intensity radiating off him buzzing under my skin.
My body was responding in every way imaginable. I saw arguably the most obvious way catch his eye, his gaze dipping to my pants and his lip curling into a mischievous smirk.
As I reached the foot of the bed, he lunged up in a single motion with his wolf agility.
I didn’t move, standing there like a looming force, which was a clear thrill to him, judging by the way it had his erection twitching and weeping.
He slashed his claws across my black shirt, shredding the material.
It slid from my body in pieces.
I saw his hands shaking as he reached out for my torso.
He couldn’t retract his claws.
I grasped his right wrist, then used the hold to slash said claws across my skin.
He gasped as he saw no wounds had been inflicted.
“It is my will to allow that from a non-Celestial being,” I explained. I stroked his wrist in my hold. “Do you wish me to bleed for you, wild one?”
His eyes burned into mine, a guttural growl rumbling forth. “Yes.”
I released him then called my white power to either palm and swept them in an arc, an ivory shimmering film encompassing the entire room.
“Was that the spell you used before to protect my mind from the high of Immortal blood?”
“That. And mixed with an auditory reduction spell, so as not to disturb Ketheron. He would misinterpret the sounds that will very soon be filling this room.”
“And he’d storm in like a wrecking ball.”
“Precisely.”
His lips lifted into a racy smirk. “So, these sounds… what are we talking about here? Specifically?” He curled his fingers into the waistband of my pants. “Spell it out for me, Cas.”
With absolute pleasure, cocky little wolf.
With a flare of my magic, I divested myself of the rest of my clothes.
As Lazriel jolted and grasped my thighs to brace himself with me suddenly taking away my pants that he’d been holding onto, I snatched one of his hands and raked his claws across my abdominals.
He hissed as it drew deep scratches across them and the scent of my Immortal blood filled the air.
I watched him clench his jaw, shoring up his control.
He grasped my shoulder, his claws digging in and making me grunt, bracing himself and needing the rough physicality of it all at once.
And then he smothered my bloodied chest with his mouth, delivering long, slow, sensual licks across my skin as he tasted me.
I threw my head back with a groan and cupped the back of his head, stroking his spiky hair as he licked and sucked at my wounds.
When he pulled back, eyes flaming, blood was dripping down his chin.
I gathered it and pushed against his lips, and I watched enraptured as he opened.
A rumble sounded from him as I spread my blood all over his tongue, coating it.
He drank it down.
“Hades,” I rasped.
And then I grasped his hips and tossed him up the bed with a burst of my Immortal strength.
I was crawling up his body in the very next moment
“You’ve already grunted, groaned, and growled for me,” I said as I glided my palm along the length of his erection bobbing against his stomach. “Now you will moan, scream and absolutely purr for me.”
“Shit, Cas,” he choked, undulating beneath me as I trailed my fingers back and forth along his length, pinching his crown, then scraping my nails up and down his shaft.
By the time I took him in my hand, he was pulsing and dripping all over my fingers.
Still holding him tightly, but not moving my hand, or giving him the friction he desperately needed and started bucking his hips to try to demand, I dipped my head and flicked my tongue over his balls.
And, my, did he begin purring for me then.
Up and down.
Around and around.
Licking, sucking, nipping, all while holding him captive in my steely grip.
“Fuck… twisted angel indeed. You’re driving me crazy. Cas… ungh… more. I can’t… fuck… more, you fucking bastard.”
I did delight in these intense reactions from him.
And I certainly wasn’t above it either.
I was so heavy with need that it took all my self-control not to rut all over him. Every enchanting inch of him.
I raised my head, massaging his balls with my knuckles, little whines escaping him.
“You have such a magnificent…”
“Cock.”
“Yes.”
“Say it. Say the word. I want to hear it out of your hot fucking mouth.”
I grinned down at him. “Cock.”
His eyes shone and then he lurched up with a growl, executed one of his impressively learned combat moves and wrestled me beneath him, straddling me and pinning my arms down either side of my head on the pillow.
He leaned in close and licked my throat, gasping and writhing on me, his need seeming almost painful.
I turned my head, giving him easier access. “Drink, wild one.”
He dragged his cock along the length of mine. Back and forth, slow and easy.
Then his fangs dropped.
I moaned out as I felt them scrape my skin, marking his entry point.
And then he sank them into my flesh, driving deep.
His hips went wild, rubbing his shaft against mine violently.
I grasped his hips and met his pace, getting lost in it with him, matching his rhythm, his roughness, his frantic need.
The friction was glorious and pleasure consumed me.
The bite of pain from his fangs only added to the glorious experience.
And then I felt him draw, my blood filling his mouth, as he drank long and deep.
“Yes,” I uttered on a ragged breath, reaching around and fondling his grinding ass.
He tried to shift, a needy whine escaping him as he drank, making it clear what he wanted.
I reached up and grasped his throat, using my strength to rip him from mine.
He snarled at me because he hadn’t taken his fill.
“You will not take me like that.”
“I will. And I can. Just do it.”
“You have seen my girth.”
“I don’t care. I’ll heal anyway. I can take it.”
“It does not mean you should.”
As he went to protest, I shoved my fingers into his mouth.
He choked and spluttered as I drove in and out, coating them with my own blood filling his mouth.
I pulled them free, dripping red all the way down.
And then I reached around and drew them around his hole.
He squirmed but arched into it.
I eased inside slowly with a single digit and proceeded to coat his insides with my blood.
When I added another finger, pumping, then twisting and curling, he collapsed on top of me, digging his claws into my pecs. “Ungh… yeah… yeah, Cas.”
His utter need and surrender sent a hot thrill through me.
A wolf howl escaped him as I scraped against that sensitive spot deep inside.
I did it again and he shuddered all over.
I grasped his jaw, forcing his head up off my chest, drawing his heavy-lidded gaze to mine. “Howl for me, wild one.”
In the next moment, I stabbed my fingers into that special bundle of nerves rapidly and he lurched, slammed back against me violently, and let out a roar that quickly graduated to a full howl of epic proportions.
He trembled all over, went rigid, then spurted hot stickiness all over my stomach. “Mmm… yes. Very nice.”
I lifted him off me, holding his entire body off me by a few inches, as I reached out with my other hand and gathered all his stickiness on my fingers, then coated my cock with it.
I shifted a little and eased him back down and he groaned as my crown nestled against his hole perfectly.
He pushed back against me and I gave him what we both wanted, and what I could no longer hold off, and I eased in, filling him inch by inch.
I stroked his hair as he thrashed and growled, slamming his hands down into the sheets and tearing at them.
“Fuck… ungh… yes… yes!” he cried out, starting to lash his tongue over my nipples, then gnawing at my biceps.
He was truly a wild thing.
And I adored it.
We both grunted as I seated myself fully inside him.
I held for a while, trying to shore up my control, as well as ensure he was suitably prepared for what was to come.
Especially when I had a strong suspicion as to what he would do once I began to move.
“Ready to be taken wholly, Lazriel?” I asked, fisting his hair and jerking his gaze to mine.
“Ready to lose your shit?” he fired back.
Yes, he wished to be partially dominated, to the point where he could let go.
However, he did not like it to be the extent of things.
There had to be a balance for him, a line that was walked carefully and never entirely crossed.
Sylas had fortunately explained that in a deeper way to me after our foursome session a couple of days ago, adding to what I’d already deduced on my own.
I smiled up at him. “Without a doubt.”
He beamed at me, then arched and pushed back against me.
I surged forward deep inside his glorious hole, hitting that sweet spot.
He screamed out into the room and started clawing at my chest, my biceps, becoming stunningly primal.
And then he employed his vampire speed, the two of us moving together aggressively, violently, and gloriously.
Bliss wracked my body, shocks of pain from his claws that were then soothed by his tongue, only for him to then slash deep again.
Over and over as I powered into him and he slammed back against me like a vibrating force of motion, controlling the rhythm together as our mutual pleasure climbed toward an epic crescendo all too quickly.
One that my mind could barely keep up with, let alone my greatly over-stimulated body.
Curses were spilling from my throat.
My hands were all over him—tugging at his short strands of hair, sweeping down his arms, back, and thighs, cupping his balls… everything.
He yanked my head to the side and a nod from me was all it took before he drove his fangs back into my throat and drank copiously.
“Ahh… mesmerizing… Lazriel…”
He drank deeper, harder, before suddenly pulling back with a snarl, those blazing eyes locking on mine.
With a flick of my magic, I reached up and drew a deep scratch across the top of his pecs. I leaned in to lick and taste, but he surprised me as he grasped my nape instead, then slammed his lips to mine.