Chapter 15 #2
“I’ve got other back-ups.” His words were almost distant, like he was focused entirely on something else and merely going through the motions of answering. Focused entirely on me.
“Oh?”
“My tattoos.”
My eyes darted to his arms. Realization dawned. “The ink?”
“Mmm-hmm.” The low sound he made had me squeezing my thighs together, desperate to ease the growing ache there.
Bastian inhaled, nostrils flaring, then glanced down, a small smile tugging at his lips.
My eyes widened. Was he smelling me?
“They aren’t just for show,” he explained. “Metal powder mixed into the ink. That’s why they look silvery when they catch the light.”
“Oh,” I said, breathless. My chest was rising and falling faster. Thinking was becoming difficult.
“Now are you impressed, sugar?” His purring voice was pitched low.
Yes. So freaking impressed. Wait—no. What the fuck? Since when did I care? What the hell was going on here? I inched to the side, sliding along the wall. He took two steps with me, keeping me caged.
A flicker of predator filled his gaze, there and gone. “Where do you think you’re going, little female?” A glint of silver flashed between his teeth, bringing my gaze to his lips. He noticed. That arrogant smile returned in full force, turning wicked.
“You…you have a tongue piercing?” I managed, stalling.
“Wanna find out?”
Shivers raced over my skin. I made a desperate noise, a needy noise. Neither yes nor no. He moved closer, bending slowly, until the fabric of his clothes brushed mine. His head dipped, but he held his face an inch from mine. When he exhaled, minty breath brushed my skin.
I whimpered, knees weakening. My palms were flush to the wall, fingers splayed wide, anchoring me to reality.
His gaze burrowed into mine and time froze. I didn’t stop him, even though he gave me ample opportunity. His soft lips brushed mine, the barest of caresses. A request. My eyes fluttered closed. Desire drenched with promise spread through me. Everything else vanished—
Then it was gone, taken, just as quickly as it had come.
His lips disappeared.
A mewing protest broke the quiet. I realized it was me as I lifted my head from the wall, chasing after his lips. Lips I wanted so badly.
There was the barest of hesitation, and then his mouth crashed against mine, this time hungry, claiming.
Roaring filled my head—my blood rushing past my ears.
I met his kiss, eager in my own way, as if I could devour everything about him.
He groaned, pressing his body against mine, his hard length making his arousal clear.
Heat exploded between us.
I gasped, opening my mouth to suck in a breath.
His tongue swept in. A press of metal, almost invasive against me, and I moaned.
He kissed the same way he handled his motorcycle, with an expert, focused ease.
A zing of eager pleasure shot straight down my spine, right to my core, curling my toes.
I was caged, sandwiched between the wall and a powerful goblin-fae body.
Our kiss intensified. His fingers twisted into my hair at the nape of my neck.
My hands lifted from the wall, tangling in the fabric of Bastian’s shirt.
His hips ground against mine. The feel of his hard length against the apex of my thighs brought a sound to my throat, a keening, needy noise.
I should have been embarrassed, but I couldn’t think.
He ripped his mouth away. “I thought you didn’t do fuck boys,” he bit out, chest heaving. He looked frenzied. Unhinged. “But your scent says otherwise.”
Well. That answered that.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied, pathetically. “And—I don’t.”
His chuckle was more of a low grumble. “Well then, my apologies for kissing you.” He pulled his hands from my hair and went to step back.
“No!” A pathetic sound of protest burst from me. My fists tightened in the fabric of his shirt.
He lifted an eyebrow. “No?”
I bit my bottom lip, contemplating. “I… Maybe I can make an exception?”
He huffed. “Oh?”
My eyes were wide, regarding him, giving everything away. Right now? I didn’t care. Tomorrow? I might beat myself up over it.
“Then perhaps, so can I,” he said.
I exhaled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means, sugar, that I don’t do humans.”
I opened my mouth, then closed it. “Do, as in, do? Or…”
“Do, as in, anything. Your race—” He stopped himself, jaw clenching. Something passed over his features. Something that looked a lot like hatred, there and gone.
I frowned. The heated moment suddenly began to cool, right as my logic returned. What the hell was I doing? Perhaps this was a sign—I needed to slow down. I took a step to the side, attempting to get free of him. His arms returned to the wall, caging me. “We’re not done here.”
My eyes narrowed in irritation. I opened my mouth to say—
His lips crushed against mine, kissing, devouring.
My stomach dropped straight to my thighs.
I flexed my abdominals, trying not to give in to the rising pressure in my core.
His tongue swept deep into my mouth, stroking along the roof, across my teeth.
The metal ball of his piercing made me shudder.
I made a tiny noise in response. He groaned, rocking his hips against mine, spreading my legs with his thigh.
A whimper fell from my chest when he pressed against my clit.
His fingers tangled into my hair again, this time, gently tugging. His other hand wrapped around my throat, until the feel of his warm palm had me caged right where he wanted. His tongue sank deeper. The hot metal of his piercing tickled the ridges on the roof of my mouth.
My desperation exploded—a mindless, rabid animal that wanted only one thing. Him.
What would his piercing feel like elsewhere? Between my legs? Wetness flooded my panties.
The hard length of him ground into me. The pressure of his cock had my core humming. A familiar desperation had me tightening. Oh, God. He was going to make me come—just like this.
“Fuck,” Bastian growled, breaking our kiss but not our connection. He looked as if he was physically trying to restrain himself. His eyes darted between mine.
A blaring ringtone broke the tension. His pocket vibrated against my hip. Bastian cursed again, but his eyes didn’t move. His phone stopped ringing. I never realized silence could be this loud. The ringing started right up again.
He made a sound of irritation, releasing my head, then fished his phone from his pocket, glancing at the screen. His brow furrowed. He slid the answer toggle and lifted it to his ear. “Bastian speaking.”
I heard a voice on the other end. Male. But not enough to make out the words.
Bastian’s frown deepened, his expression darkening. “I’ll be right there.” He hung up, slipping the phone back into his pocket.
“You’re… You’re joking, right?” I managed between my panting breaths. Was he seriously going to get me riled up and just…bail?
His throat bobbed, eyes fixed on mine.
“Well,” I huffed, trying and failing to sound nonchalant. “I guess I’m no stranger to my own fingers. I’ll just finish the job myself, then. Go…do whatever it is you do.” I tried not to let my irritation show as I weakly pushed at him to get free.
His eyes darkened, but he didn’t move. A second stretched into two, into three, emotion crackling between us.
Indecision played out over his features.
Then his mouth fell against mine, yet again, another growl rumbling deep in his chest. I huffed out a breath, trying not to get lost in his taste.
This time, his hands explored my body. He pawed me everywhere, like he couldn’t decide where to touch first, like he wanted to touch every inch of me simultaneously.
At last, he palmed my breast with one hand, brushing his thumb over my peaked nipple, through the fabric, while his other traced circles across the exposed skin of my tummy.
My breathing turned erratic. Every angry thought slid right out of my mind. He had me right where he wanted.
Keeping hold of my breast, he slid his other hand down, wedging it between his thigh and my apex, gripping my pussy with possessive intent. A zing of desperation had me clenching against the pressure. Fuck, I was tightening.
“See now, sugar? I’m not sure I’m okay with the idea of you using your fingers on yourself,” he gritted out. “What’s a few more minutes, hmm?”
The pressure disappeared and his fingers swept beneath the waistband of my skirt, toying with the seam of my panties. He hesitated, waiting for permission. Waiting for me I realized. I sucked in a deep breath. Lost. I was so lost. Lost to the heat of desperation dragging me under.
Don’t do something you’ll regret, that voice in the back of my mind taunted. I knew it was probably right, and yet…
I nodded.