Chapter 31
My mouth went dry at the sight of Bastian’s gloriously naked body. Naturally, my eyes went straight to that damn piercing at the base of his shaft. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it since my mouth had explored him.
I had.
The bar was bent to shape, and capped with metal balls on each end, sized perfectly to massage my clit while he was inside of me. What would it feel like? A little whimper fled my lips at the thought.
“I’d tell you there’s still time to change your mind, but I’d be lying.” His eyes darted over my naked body sprawled on his bed. I glanced down and immediately snapped my thighs together. They’d been obscenely splayed. Just for him.
“Oh no, Elle, baby. Open wide for me.”
I sucked in a breath.
“Now,” he ordered. “I won’t ask again.”
Heat raced through me. I should have balked at his command, but my body betrayed me, legs falling wide. I was completely exposed, just as I’d been when we’d gone swimming.
“That’s my good girl.”
He was over me in an instant, fitting his body to mine, arms braced on either side of my shoulders.
His skin, though inhuman, was covered in the same kind of hair humans had.
Dark and coarse, it grew along his arms and legs, tickling my skin.
There was a little across his chest, and bit of it trailed down his navel to his cock, now hidden where our bodies touched, hard and hot between us.
Our eyes locked. I saw myself reflected in his black orbs. Unlike his human form, there was no green to be had. Just inky blackness, almost demonic.
I wanted this more than I’d wanted anything in a long time. Knowing he’d wrestled with indecision over the past few days, it was a thrill that he’d finally given in. Like he couldn’t resist me, just as I could no longer resist him.
He dipped his head and found my throat, licking in broad strokes. His tongue was flat and hot against me. Wet. I’d never been…licked like this, with this kind of intention. It felt animalistic, like he was trying to cover me in himself. My core clenched.
I reached for him, relishing in the feel of his warm skin beneath my palms. I explored his torso, anywhere I could touch. Squeezing. Loving the feel of his dense muscle.
His licks turned to nips, and then he was working his way down my body, pausing to circle his tongue around my pebbled nipples.
He took one into his mouth and sucked. I felt a zing straight to my clit.
The ache between my legs pulsed. I tried to squeeze my thighs together, only to squeeze his hips instead.
He continued downward. Each press of his sharp, pointed teeth sent jolts of electricity straight to my core.
My body worked itself into a desperate frenzy and my breaths turned heavy.
The wet sensation of his tongue found my folds and he began lapping at me, letting out tiny growls that vibrated against my skin, against my opening.
“This pussy is my undoing, sugar.”
I stifled a gasp. Lips latched onto my clit, then sucked. My hips arched off the bed. A series of mews fell from my mouth as he worked me, as I rose higher and higher. His tongue sank inside and swirled. I cried out, jerking against him.
Pressure built, expanding outward. Leaving me incensed.
“Bas… Bastian…” I chanted. “Please, I’m…so close. Please!”
His movements slowed, doing the exact opposite of what I was begging for.
“Bastian,” I hissed, releasing the bunches of comforter and tangling my fingers in his long hair. My other hand cupped the shaved side of his scalp, the short hairs velvety soft against my palm.
He lifted his head and growled, his eyes locking with mine for a brief instant.
My stomach swooped at what I saw. A predator, claiming his prize.
Like a starving wolf tearing at a fresh kill, guarding it with his life.
The thought should have disgusted me, but it did the opposite.
My chest burst with something I’d never felt.
He dipped his head again and continued. I pressed his face more firmly against my pussy, hips rolling to meet each swipe of his tongue. My abdomen tightened. “Come for me, Elle,” he ordered. “I want to taste you coming on my tongue.”
He was, every inch of him, pure male. It had never been like this with anyone. Never. For all Bastian’s intimidating experience, his confidence, his possessiveness, there was still a vulnerable quality about him. I felt sexy, worshiped, adored…powerful.
So fucking powerful.
“Yes,” I breathed, my hips bucking. “Yes!”
A hand came around and pinned me in place, his ringed fingers splayed wide over my abdomen. Another broad sweep of his tongue, then a final suck on my clit. I cried out, back arching off the bed as my orgasm washed over me, drenching me in unguarded pleasure, dragging me away with it.
I collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath, tiny stars exploding in my vision.
A low growl, laced with satisfaction, punctuated my noisy breathing.
I blinked up at the ceiling, still floating in bliss, when strong hands found my hips.
Before I could process what was happening, Bastian flipped me onto my front.
I half gasped, half giggled, drunk on pleasure.
Then my hips were being lifted into position.
“Oh, fuck,” I managed, quickly bracing my elbows on the bed. His knees nudged my legs apart until I was fully bared.
“Good girl,” Bastian purred, that goblin voice so low, so sinful, I couldn’t help but shiver at his praise. I wanted every good girl he was willing to give. Something about him made me want to be on my knees before him. Made me want to submit.
Lips kissed my left buttock, feather light, then my right. Heat erupted on my face. The thought of Bastian Croft, a goblin bounty hunter, seeing me like this, completely bared to him, with his face so close, made me fluttery. It was in incredibly vulnerable position. Yet, I still felt safe.
There was a long pause, then a hot tongue at the base of my spine, licking upwards. “You are mine,” he uttered. The power of those words settled over me like a blanket, and for a split second, I wondered if there was magic in them.
Then he loomed over me, pressing his chest to my back. He used his hands to pin mine in place. The move was so erotic. He was claiming me, as if he thought I’d escape. His thick arms braced mine, chin tucked in the crook between my shoulder and neck.
“You on the pill?” he asked, his breath tickling my ear.
“Mmm,” I managed.
“Answer me.”
“Yes. And I’ve been checked.”
“Wouldn’t matter—I’m a supernatural. Don’t get sick.”
Oh, right. Well, that was convenient.
“But I can get a condom—”
“No,” I cried. I wanted to feel him. All of him.
“Thank fuck.” The head of him pushed at my entrance.
I gasped as he filled me slowly, in and then out.
It was a gentleness I hadn’t expected. Halfway there, that changed.
He pulled out and then slammed into me with one final sweep, burying himself to the hilt.
My eyes widened and I gasped at the intrusive feel of his piercing.
From this position, it wasn't hitting my clit like I'd expected, but pressing against somewhere else entirely.
“Oh, God,” I groaned.
A feral growl sounded against my ear, sending shivers racing down my spine, straight to my core.
My walls fluttered around him, stretched tight.
He was bigger than I was used to, big enough to create a sense of invasion.
I took a deep breath, attempting to steady myself.
With each passing moment, the uncomfortable stretch turned to liquid heat.
A dull ache began to build. I tightened around him, wanting more. Wanting him to move.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You take me well—so well. So tight. Damn it, Elle. I need to move, baby girl. I need… Are you okay? No pain?”
“What? I… No. It’s…” I tried to catch my breath. “You feel good.” It was an understatement.
“Mmm.” He moved slowly at first, pulling out to the tip.
It felt like he took all of me with him as he did that.
There was a slight hesitation, then he snapped his hips forward, surging back in.
My stomach fluttered, sparking with sensation.
I cried out, the sound of it mixing with Bastian’s hiss.
His fingers around my wrists tightened. Again, he retreated then advanced, pistoning his hips until I was bucking wildly beneath him.
The ache between my legs turned to molten lava.
The piercing at the base of his shaft created a whole set of sensations I was embarrassed to consider, because I loved the feel of it so much.
A set of teeth found the base of my neck and clamped down.
My head lowered and a whimpering cry fell from my mouth. A numbing tingle spread over my body, trickling to my extremities, curling my toes. I could do nothing but fall into my pleasure, like being swept away in the current, as my body reached its peak, clenching and unclenching around him.
Our movements were erotic, indecent. The sound of our mingled breaths. The wet slap of his skin against mine.
He swelled inside me, growing even larger. My impending orgasm rose higher in response to the tightness of him. He made sounds I’d never heard from him, swallowed up by my skin where his teeth remained latched, pinning me in place, moving with me. Claiming me—
I erupted. My entire body went rigid, then exploded with the pulse between my legs, slamming into me and radiating outward. Bastian’s mouth released me and he roared, burying himself a final time before grinding against me.
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t hold myself up any longer, couldn’t move.
My arms collapsed, right as Bastian released my wrists and braced me in place, then gently lowered me to the bed, his body lined along mine, still buried deep.
I pressed my face into the comforter, practically moaning with each breath I exhaled.
A long silence stretched between us and then—