Chapter Six #2
Insanity. It threatens to take me over. No. Not me. This is
Beck. So much rage, and it suddenly has a place to go. It pours into my brain.
For a second, I’m suffused with it, but some long-buried instinct takes over.
It’s odd. I can push it out of my own mind. Like I’m a filter for him. The rage
sweeps over me, but I can hold my soul apart from it. There’s so much anger
inside him, a volcano that almost overflowed. This is what Dante is afraid of.
This is why he worried they would be forced to put Beck down.
Beck kisses me as his rage moves from his mind into mine,
and then like a faucet that’s been turned from cold to hot, anger is replaced
with desire. It races through my body like a wildfire, and this time, I don’t
try to filter it. I want this feeling. It’s completely different than anything
I’ve experienced before. This isn’t the sweet, slow arousal I normally
experience that typically leads to nowhere. This is a blazing aggression that I
know will end with a dominant, overwhelming pleasure.
This need will not be denied, and it’s something I can share
with him. Something deep and intimate. Something I’ve never felt before.
I sigh and give over to Beck when I realize that what I’m
feeling is his arousal. He wants me, needs me. It’s a desperate thing. He’s
starving for me, and everything feminine inside me needs to feed him.
I tighten my arms around him, reveling in the hard feel of
his muscles. His hand slips inside the gossamer bodice of my robe and closes
over my breast. His thumb brushes the nipple, and I cry out against his mouth.
He’s hot to the touch.
“You feel so good.” Beck’s voice is a low growl, and there’s
an almost drugged quality to it.
My hands go to the front of my robe. I can feel how much it
would please him to see me. He wants to look at my breasts and see my pussy. He
wants to lay me bare and fuck me until I can’t remember a time he wasn’t inside
me. I can’t hear actual words, but I can fill the intent. I start to pull off
my robe, but his hand comes out and stops me. His face is filled with a savage
possessiveness. The fine edge of his madness is still present, still trying to
take over.
“No,” he bites out, the word grinding between his teeth.
“That is mine. It is not for their eyes. On your knees, bondmate. They need a
show before I can claim you, but they will not see you.”
He pushes me down by my shoulders. My knees hit the sand,
sinking in slightly. The entire episode feels like a hazy, utterly erotic
dream. I’m drugged with lust. I know exactly what he wants. I can see a picture
of it in my mind and know that Beck is putting it there. He wants me on my
knees, his cock in my mouth. Even through the haze of lust he’s hitting me
with, I can hear my ex-husband telling me I’m not good at oral. I’m not good at
anything when it comes to pleasing a man. Something deep inside tells me it
will be different with Beck. If I listen carefully, he’ll show me what he
wants.
With shaky hands, Beck unties the fastenings on his pants
and roughly pushes them down to his knees. His cock springs forward, erect and
enormous. It’s thick and long, red at the base but gradually giving way to a
gorgeous plum color at the head. It pulses in his hand as he strokes himself.
There’s a bead of milky white moisture glistening on the tip.
He moves forward and presses the head of his dick against my
lips. “Take me.”
Tentatively, I reach out and brush the tip of my tongue
across him, gathering the arousal on the head. He tastes salty and masculine.
Another drop weeps out of the slit, and I swipe my tongue across it again. His
cock jumps, and pleasure curls in my womb. I’m getting soft and wet thinking
about taking him in my mouth.
His hands curl in my hair. I can feel the full force of his
will like a drug pulsing through my veins. His voice is dark with need as he
pulls my head forward. He leaves no room to argue or for me to think about what
I’m doing. I only know that I want him. I want this.
“Open.”
I obediently open my lips, groaning at the feel of his cock
pressing into my mouth. I only have the head of his dick inside my lips, but
I’m already struggling. He fills my mouth. I whirl my tongue around the head of
his cock, though the fit is tight. I explore the velvety smooth skin. Such
soft, silky flesh covers his raging hardness. A wave of warmth infuses me, and
I know what Beck is feeling. His head is thrown back as he feeds me his dick.
“More.” He seems capable of only one-syllable phrases now.
When I look up, his eyes are dark and filled with
unmistakable satisfaction as he watches his flesh disappear into my mouth. His
hands tug at my hair, urging me on. He presses forward. He’s so big, I’m not
sure I can take more, but I have to. It feels so good. Beck’s pleasure coats me
in need. I whirl my tongue around his thickness as much as I can. It’s almost
more than I can take.
Almost, but I can feel what he’s feeling so I don’t care. I
can feel the softness of my tongue and the heat of my mouth. I can feel how
much he wants my hands on him, so I lift one hand to gently caress his balls.
“Yes.” Beck groans as he thrusts his hips forward, forcing
in another inch.
I relax and try to ignore my gag reflex. I swallow around
his cock. It seems to break something in the big Fae warrior. He growls, and
I’m almost overcome with his need to dominate me.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I know that I should be
gagging. I should be fighting him off, but the sensation of sharing the
experience with him is far more powerful than any physical reaction. His fierce
bliss as he fucks my mouth is beyond anything I’ve ever felt. He’s ruthless. He
shoves himself inside, all caution gone. My pussy is soaking wet, and I’m sure
if I touch my clit I will go off like a rocket. I’m giving him such pleasure,
and it arouses me. I can see myself through his eyes. I’m sexy and hot. I’m a
goddess, and he’s going to tame me. He’s going to fuck me until I promise never
to leave him. Because he can’t lose me now that he’s found me. I’m perfect for
him. I’m going to be everything to him.
Beck fucks his way to the back of my throat. He shoves his
cock in, even as he pulls my head forward. The twin sensations call to me. He’s
so deep, I can feel his balls hit my chin with each thrust. He’s close. I feel
as though I’m in his body. An almost painful anticipation courses through him.
His balls squeeze. A warning prickle tickles at the base of my spine. It’s
coming from him. He’s so close. Instinctively I swallow around him. Beck throws
his head back and roars as he comes.
I’m suddenly full. My mouth is filled with his essence, and
I’m suffused with his orgasm. It rolls across me like a powerful wave, bashing
against my senses. Only Beck’s strong hands keep me from falling over. The
entire experience is exquisite and completely draining.
“Lick me clean,” he orders, keeping his hands tangled in my
hair.
I obediently lick his softening cock, running my tongue
along his skin. I try not to miss a drop. It feels so good. The orgasm itself
was massive. It was like a high-powered locomotive barreling into me. This
pleasure is softer, sweeter. It feels like tenderness and caring.
And then it’s gone. The connection is cut abruptly, and I
feel cold at its loss.
“What am I doing?” Beck asks in a rough voice. He lets go of
me.
I fall to the sand, completely exhausted.
I watch through languid eyes as he tucks himself back in and
refastens his trousers. A peaceful lethargy overtakes me. Now he’ll tell me how
pleased he is. He’ll kiss me and hold me. He’ll see to my pleasure. It’s going
to feel so good to make love with him.
Except he doesn’t look pleased as he reaches down and hauls
me up into his arms.
“Cover yourself,” he orders harshly.
My robe has come open. My breasts are bare, the nipples
puckered and wanting.
That hard command forces me out of my pleasure-induced haze.
Seconds before, I didn’t care if the whole world saw me. I only cared about
pleasing Beck, but now a flush of shame rushes through me. What seemed so
loving before now seems perverse without his kindness.
What did I do? I was connected to him. I know how pleased he
was, but the moment that door slammed shut, all my insecurities crawled back
into place.
I pull the sides of my robe together so I don’t offend him
again. As he carries me out of the arena, I keep my hands at my sides, sensing
that he doesn’t want my touch.
I’m alone again.