Chapter 16-Amrin #2
Because yes, technically I’d been on dates with men before. We kissed. Petted.
But not like this.
Never like this.
No one had ever taken their time.
No one had ever worshipped me.
No one had ever looked at me like my pleasure mattered more than their own.
Sten did.
Gods.
Yes.
Sten did.
When he licked me the first time, pleasure exploded through my body so violently I actually cried out.
Not polite pleasure.
Not manageable pleasure.
This felt catastrophic.
His tongue was long and hot and impossibly skilled while his growls vibrated directly against my clit.
“So sweet,” he groaned. “So fucking sweet for me. Mine.”
Mine.
Always mine.
The possessiveness in his voice should have alarmed me.
Instead, it soaked straight into my bloodstream like a drug.
By the time he finally positioned himself between my thighs, I was beyond coherent thought.
Wet.
Burning.
Desperate.
Need shook through my entire body as he reared back, his long tongue leaving me gasping and needy for more.
I watched as he palmed his enormous cock.
It was so big and thick with veins and ridges.
As he worked himself, I noticed a ring around the base.
It thickened and grew, fleshy spikes forming along it like some sort of crown, with two very long spikes just below his pubis.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Need spiked in my blood and that aching emptiness I felt earlier doubled.
“Sten, please,” I begged.
“Wanted to go slow, but I don’t think I can,” he growled, notching his head right at my sopping wet entrance.
“This is it, Luna,” he growled darkly. “No going back.”
I didn’t want to go back.
Not anymore.
Not to loneliness.
Not to feeling unwanted.
Not after him.
“Now,” he snarled softly, “you are mine.”
Then he thrust inside me.
And the whole realm shattered.
I was so wet and slick, so primed for him, I didn’t expect the pain.
But I was wrong.
I screamed, loud, and Sten froze above me, his breathing ragged.
“Fuck! How the fuck? You should have told me,” he grunted, pulling out of me and sliding his hand between us.
When he pulled it back up, I saw red and something else glistening on his fingers.
The shock on his face was clear, but it was the unmistakable heat that really got me.
I mean, fuck, maybe I should have told him.
But being a thirty year old technical virgin wasn’t something I bragged about.
My body was mine.
No one had the right to decide what to do with it besides me.
“Your first? I’m your fucking first,” he said again, disbelief turning into something darker.
Something that sounded very much like possession.
His eyes widened. And glowed.
Then I watched as he took his fingers, still coated in our combined essence and my virgin blood, and he stuck them in his mouth.
Why was that hot?
Sten growled as he licked them clean.
Then he flexed his hips and pressed his glorious cock back inside me.
I groaned at the way his warm, hard body felt moving over mine.
“Sten,” I moaned his name, clutching at his shoulders while he brought me to heights I’d never imagined.
His cock seemed to grow with each measured stroke.
It pulsed and heated, stretching my walls.
I might not have had a lot of experience with sex, but I was pretty damn sure normal dicks didn’t do what his was doing.
Next, I felt those fleshy spikes around the base of his cock moving.
Like fingers.
They grew and thickened, and I moaned when I felt them strumming my folds and flicking my clit.
“So tight, Luna. You feel so good,” he growled and bent his head to lick my neck.
“Oh, my gods,” I moaned.
His cock was stroking me just right, filling me so damn much I could taste it in the back of my throat.
Lavender.
Spice.
Him.
Those clever appendages rubbed and twirled, massaging my needy little button, and tipping me closer to the edge.
One more thrust and I shattered beneath him.
Not gently.
Not sweetly.
Violently.
Like every lonely, aching, uncertain part of me had finally been touched all at once.
Those clever appendages curled and stroked with devastating precision, rubbing against my swollen clit while Sten thrust deeper inside me, his massive body pinning me against the mattress in the safest, most overwhelming way imaginable.
The room smelled like rain and magic and him.
Gods, him.
Smoke.
Midnight air.
Warm skin.
Something celestial and dangerous beneath it all.
The scent wrapped around me completely until I could no longer tell where I ended and Sten began.
“Fuck, Luna,” he groaned roughly against my mouth. “Your pussy is gripping me so tight.”
The words sent another wave of heat crashing through me instantly.
“You’re going to be the end of me, aren’t you, my curvy little Witch?”
His glowing eyes locked onto mine, impossibly bright beneath the silver-blue moonlight pouring through the windows of his tower chambers.
“My Luna. Mine.”
Mine.
The possessive growl in his voice should have frightened me.
It didn’t.
Gods help me, it didn’t.
It made me feel wanted in a way I never had before.
Not tolerated.
Not settled for.
Wanted.
Desired completely.
I whimpered softly into his mouth as he kissed me again, deep and hungry and reverent all at once.
I loved it when he talked dirty to me almost as much as I loved it when he kissed me.
Maybe more.
Because Sten didn’t say cruel things.
He didn’t degrade me.
Didn’t make me feel small.
Even when his voice dropped rough and dark with need, he still spoke to me like I was precious.
Like my body was something worth worshipping instead of hiding.
And gods—after a lifetime of feeling overlooked, that alone nearly destroyed me.
I tried to keep my eyes open.
Tried to memorize every second.
The way his horns framed his beautiful face beneath the storm-lit darkness.
The silver-blue runes glowing faintly beneath his skin.
The tension in his jaw every time I clenched around him.
The way his tail lashed hard enough to crack stone somewhere behind us when pleasure overtook him.
Monster.
My Monster.
The thought made my pulse race harder.
Because Sten was monstrous, yes.
But he was also so careful with me.
Careful in ways no one else had ever bothered to be.
Every touch felt intentional.
Every kiss felt consuming.
Every thrust felt like he was trying to worship me from the inside out.
And the feelings—Gods.
The feelings were unbearable.
Pleasure rolled through my body in relentless waves, so intense it bordered on painful.
I’d touched myself before.
Of course I had.
I was a thirty-year old woman, not some sheltered maiden locked in a tower.
But this? This was something else entirely.
Something primal.
It felt less like pleasure and more like being unraveled molecule by molecule beneath him.
Like my body had spent years asleep and Sten had somehow awakened every nerve ending at once.
Heat coiled tighter inside me.
The pleasure building was so much greater than before.
My thighs trembled violently around his hips while the pressure inside my stomach built and built and built until I genuinely thought I might break apart from it.
I couldn’t stop it.
Couldn’t control it.
All I could do was hold onto him while he guided me through it.
So I did.
I clung to his broad shoulders desperately, nails scraping over heated blue skin while his cock drove into me harder and deeper with every thrust.
“That’s it, Luna,” he growled roughly against my throat. “Come for me. Come one more time.”
The command alone nearly sent me over the edge.
“Come all over my cock.”
His thrusts had lost rhythm now, becoming rougher, more desperate.
Like he was struggling to hold himself together too.
The realization hit me hard.
I was affecting him.
Me.
Not some elegant celestial beauty or powerful Witch heiress from a prestigious line.
Me.
Soft anxious Amrin Cordoza with the unfinished magic and self-esteem issues.
Sten wanted me badly enough to lose control.
The thought wrecked me completely.
Then I felt it.
One of those slick little appendages pressing teasingly against my back entrance, stroking carefully past the first tight ring.
My entire body snapped tight instantly.
“Oh gods—”
“Mine!” Sten growled, lowering his head and biting me right on the place where my neck and shoulder met.
Pleasure detonated through me violently.
White-hot.
Blinding.
I screamed his name into the darkness as the orgasm ripped through me so hard it stole the air from my lungs.
“Sten!”
The world dissolved.
Magic exploded from my body immediately afterward.
Not metaphorically.
Literally.
Blue-white light burst from my fingertips in violent spirals, wrapping around us both as raw power surged through my bloodstream like a runaway freight train.
I gasped in shock.
The room shook.
Floating candles exploded overhead in showers of sparks while lunar light flashed wildly across the walls of Sten’s chambers.
“What’s happening?” I cried.
My skin burned.
Not painful.
Just too much.
Like something long dormant inside me had suddenly awakened all at once.
Magic raced beneath my skin in violent waves, brighter and hotter than anything I’d ever experienced in my life.
And somehow—somehow it all pulled toward him.
Toward Sten.
Toward the impossible bond tightening between us with every frantic heartbeat.
“Hold on, Luna,” he grunted, wrapping one powerful arm around me instantly as more energy erupted around us. “I got you.”
I believed him immediately.
Even while the room practically trembled around us.
Even while blue magic spiraled through the air like living moonlight.
I trusted him.
Completely.
The realization hit somewhere deep inside me just as another orgasmic pulse rolled through my body.
Sten’s expression changed suddenly.
His glowing eyes darkened almost to silver.
Then he threw his head back with a guttural roar that shook straight through my bones.
Gods.
Beautiful.
Terrifyingly beautiful.
I watched him come apart above me in absolute awe.
The muscles in his throat flexed sharply while hot pleasure twisted across his face, making him look less like a graduate student and more like some ancient celestial being dragged briefly to his knees by desire.
His power rolled through the room in waves.
Moonlight flickered violently.
The storm outside answered with thunder.
And then Sten groaned my name again as he spilled deep inside me, filling me completely while his entire body shook above mine.
The sensation nearly made me cry.
Intimate.
Possessive.
Final somehow.
Like the world had shifted permanently and neither of us could ever go back to who we’d been before this moment.
It took a long time for the trembling to stop.
Long enough that the storm outside softened to steady rain while magical aftershocks continued pulsing lazily beneath my skin.
Eventually, Sten turned his head.
And looked at me.
My heart actually stopped.
He was breathtaking.
Not handsome.
Not pretty.
Something far more dangerous.
Moonlight caught against the sharp planes of his face while silver-blue runes glowed faintly beneath his skin like living constellations.
His dark hair hung wild around his horns, and those luminous cobalt eyes burned with such raw emotion it almost hurt to look at him.
Possession.
Wonder.
Relief.
Need.
All of it tangled together in that impossible gaze fixed entirely on me.
Like I was the center of his universe now.
And maybe the most terrifying part?
A part of me desperately wanted that to be true.