Chapter 7 #3
He growled into my pussy. “Fuck! You taste incredible.”
His hair was so thick; I wound my fingers through it, pulling his head down onto me. Groaning low and deep, Fisher laved the flat of his tongue between my wet folds, and I started to unravel.
It was a disconcerting feeling, coming apart for someone. I could count on one hand the number of people I’d lowered my walls around during sex, but I didn’t have a choice with Fisher. He demanded all of me. No half measure would do.
His pace quickened. Sucking gently against my clit, he slowly slid a finger inside me, and I gave in. It was too much. A wave of pleasure rolled lazily up my body. By the time the wave reached my chest, I was arching away from the bed and gasping out loud. “Fuck! Oh my gods!”
“Mm. I like that . . .” Fisher purred. “No, don’t stop. You can grind yourself against my mouth all you want.”
Fuuuuuuuck, I was going to scream. Fisher hooked an arm around my leg, leveraging his shoulder to pin me down by the hip.
He continued to slide his fingers inside me with his other hand, moving faster as he licked and sucked at my core.
I rocked against him, feeling my release hovering just out of reach.
It was right there. Any second now, I was going to hurtle face-first over the edge—
—and then he did the unthinkable: He stopped.
“Fisher! Wha—why?”
He chuckled darkly, the edge of his laughter rough as sin. “Hold on, Little Osha. I’m afraid it’s time for a little payback.”
“What? What does that m—OhhhhholyfffUCK!” I bounded up from the bed so fast that my spine cracked.
White light filled my head.
A high-pitched hum roared in my ears.
The bright stab of pain at the inside of my thigh electrified my nerve endings. In an instant, the pain became something else.
In Zilvaren, the desert winds blew so hard sometimes that they had been known to strip flesh from bone. This felt a lot like that—ripping apart, one fragment at a time—but in the most addicting, breathtaking way.
Fisher had bitten me and had started to drink. The gods only knew how much of his venom he’d injected into me at once, but I came. On. The. Spot.
No sound.
No breath.
No thoughts.
Just a mindless, body-wide orgasm that felt like it was about to break bone.
I barely heard Fisher’s satisfied drawl over the explosions going off in my head. “Thaaat’s it. Good girl. Ride it out.”
I needed to breathe.
Hah!
No chance.
Tiny black spots danced in my vision.
My pulse throbbed slow and hard at my temples.
Dum.
Dum.
Dum!
I dragged down a breath of air, the room coming back into focus.
My pulse was trapped thunder in my veins. “Oh, shit! Oh, shit! What—what the fuck?”
“Easy,” Fisher whispered. He prowled up my body, his pupils blown wide open. That narrow silver thread of quicksilver still completely banded his right iris. “Easy. That’s it. Breathe.” My head swam all over again as he hovered over me, keeping his weight off me, and began slowly kissing my neck.
I swallowed, forcing myself to speak around the spikes of ecstasy that were still rippling through me. “What . . . the hell just . . . happened?”
“You passed out,” Fisher murmured into my neck.
“Passed out?”
“Just a little.” He made it sound like it was no big deal. That he made females pass out all the time. “Only for a second.”
“Fisher!”
He pulled back, fixing me in his gaze from the top of his pushup. “I told you once that I was disappointed by how breakable humans were. Remember?”
Oh, I remembered.
“You’re not human anymore, Saeris. Think you can keep up with me now?”
Martyrs. That cocky grin. The taunting glint in his eyes, oscillating between mischief and mayhem. He was so fucking sure of himself . . . and it was such a turn-on.
I wasn’t recovered from the bite he’d administered to the inside of my thigh. I felt high, actually, and the delicious buzz floating around inside me was making me feel reckless. I wanted him so fucking badly.
“I can take it,” I answered. “Are you sure you can handle me?”
Laughter erupted out of him, and the sound of it caressed my skin, making me shiver all over again. I had to fight to stop my eyes from rolling back into my head. “Honestly, I’m not sure, Osha,” he mused. “I guess there’s only one way to find out.”
I stripped him out of his clothes, tugging frantically at his shirt and his pants, desperate to be rid of them.
He refused to help, insisting that I try to undress him with my magic, but I wouldn’t.
I couldn’t tell him the truth—that I wanted to try my new powers, but I was too afraid.
I felt the magic spiraling out of control below my solar plexus.
In my palms, dancing at my fingertips, too.
A storm raged beneath my skin, and I had no idea how to tame it.
I had no business being the caretaker of so much magic when I had no comprehension of what it was, how it worked, or how to control it.
And I wasn’t about to unleash it on my mate under these circumstances, when I wasn’t even in control of my own body.
I growled, shoving Fisher back onto the bed and yanking his boots from his feet. I had to have him, and he was not helping. Nope, he was laughing.
“Feeling a little feral there, Osha?”
I hurled one of his boots across the room; it sailed through the ward I’d created, a ripple distorting the air, the sound of it thumping to the floor on the other side blocked out by my unintentional magic. “It’s almost as if you don’t want to fuck me,” I snarled.
More laughter. This time lower. Rougher. “Oh, believe me. I want to fuck you. Need proof?”
I knelt at the end of the bed and watched as he finally relented and helped with his disrobing, easing his pants slowly down over his hips.
I stared, my mouth suddenly drier than the fucking dunes, as that cut muscular V that dipped down into his groin was exposed . . . and then his cock sprang free.
He was hard all right. Harder than I’d ever seen him. He was so godscursed big. Fisher kicked out of his pants and tossed them onto the floor, then stacked his hands one on top of the other and wrapped them both around his straining length.
He stared at me, shuttling his hands up, and when he squeezed himself, a bead of pre-cum pearled from his swollen head. “This little bubble you’ve created is trapping your scent, you know,” he said. “The scent of you is driving me fucking crazy.”
I ran my hand between my legs, dipping my fingers past my folds, hissing when I realized how hard he’d made me come when he bit me.
Fisher watched me with hazy eyes, still pumping his hands up and down his cock. “Come. Here. Now,” he ground out.
I obeyed. Not because he didn’t give me a choice. The oath he had bound me with had been broken when I’d died back in Gillethrye. No, I did it because I wanted to.
“Give me those fingers,” he commanded.
I knew perfectly well what he meant by that; I wasn’t even remotely self-conscious as I reached out to his mouth and painted myself all over his lips. He groaned, eyes flashing with need, when I pushed my index and middle finger into his mouth.
“Suck,” I told him.
His eyes rolled back into his head, and Kingfisher of the Ajun Gate, slayer of the last dragon and Lord of Cahlish, obeyed me.
Hot air rushed over the back of my hand as Fisher exhaled hard down his nose.
You’re trying to kill me, he rasped in my mind.
I bent over him, withdrawing my fingers and replacing them, flicking his lips with the tip of my tongue before plunging it into his mouth.
Not kill you, I answered. But maybe I will torture you a little in light of that stunt you just pulled.
Quickly, I straddled him, grabbing him by the wrists and pulling his hands up over his head.
He could have fought me. Refused to let me manhandle him.
But he didn’t. His cock butted up against my core, but I didn’t slide myself down onto him.
Not yet. Positioning myself so the head of his length was pressing right at my entrance, I lowered down a hair’s breadth .
. . and then I rocked my hips back an inch, relishing the sight of him squirming.
“Osha,” he said in a warning tone.
I ignored him, lowering my chest, making it very clear that he needed to be quiet and pay more attention to my breasts, which were now right in his face.
He didn’t hold back. My right nipple was trapped between his teeth in the next breath.
I let out a hiss of pain as he bit down—not enough to cause real pain, but enough to send a shock wave chasing along my nerve endings.
As quickly as he had clamped down, he released, swirling his tongue over the pink bud reverently, as if to make up for the discomfort he’d caused.
When I sink all the way down onto your cock, you’re not allowed to touch me, I informed him.
I’m just a male, he answered in an agonized tone. I’ve never worked a miracle in my life. What gives you . . . the impression I’d be able to start . . . working them now?
Your stubborn nature. I lowered one more inch. If you touch me, I win.
Fuck, Saeris, he snarled. I was rocking now, rolling my hips the smallest amount, working the head of his cock in and out of my pussy.
“You have any idea how fucking incredible you look right now?” He spoke these words out loud, and his voice was so raw.
Full of need. The sound of it lit a fire in me that promised to burn forever.
“Cruel, cruel female,” he chided.
Oh, if he thought this was cruel, then he was probably going to brand me pure evil for what I was about to do. I undulated against him, lowering yet another inch, and when he hissed through his teeth, cursing in Old Fae, I swept down and plunged my canines into his neck.
That was when I sank down onto him . . . all the way to the hilt.
I didn’t draw on him. Didn’t fucking move. I paused there, pulsing around him from the inside, listening to his breath stutter as I let my venom pour into his veins.