Chapter 48 #2
“It's just how it works. The clothes thing, though, that’s magic. Fae wings can be threaded through any matter. A little trick of elemental manipulation.”
“It's so fascinating.”
I put my wings away, then cocked my head, holding her gaze. “Are there any other parts of me that fascinate you, my Lady?”
Her cheeks warmed, and she gave me a nervous smile. “Yes. There are many more parts.”
“For the love of the Gods, I certainly hope it's not my brain or my teeth.” I smirked. “I'm hoping for something a little more indecent.”
She giggled. “I love your teeth, but there's something indecent that I like more.”
“Come here and show me what you like.”
She moved toward the wall and stood before me. But her eyes didn't meet mine.
Her gaze dipped to my cock. And just like that, I was undone.
“I like that.” Her pale skin flushed pink, and she bit the inside of her lip.
“Touch me, mage.” A wicked smile curled across my lips. It widened when her shyness returned and she looked up at me with those innocent eyes, like she didn't know whether to run or fall to her knees.
She took a step closer, reached out, and glided her fingers over my length.
Fuck.
My body jerked like she'd struck a live nerve. Heat bolted through my spine, and my lungs locked. I hadn't expected her to touch me like that. Soft and slow, as if she wanted to memorize the shape of me.
My cock twitched beneath her fingers, aching for more, and I clenched my jaw to keep from thrusting into her palm like some desperate, feral thing.
She continued stroking, oblivious to what she was doing to me.
I held back a groan, barely keeping control. Her fingers curled around me, bolder now, but she stopped herself. I caught her hand and wrapped it fully around my aching length, guiding her strokes with mine.
“Just like that,” I breathed, voice raw. “You can touch me like this whenever you want... but what I really want is that mouth of yours on my cock.”
“I've… never done that before.” Her voice trembled. So did her hand.
I gave her a sharp look filled with menace. “Then let me teach you.” I tightened my grip around her hand, my voice dropping lower. “I'll teach you how to please me. Every. Fucking. Way. Get on your knees.”
I released her hand. Her lips parted on a shallow breath, but she didn't speak.
Instead, she sank to her knees without breaking eye contact, and gods, the sight of her like this—kneeling before me, lips trembling, eyes wide with anticipation—I'd never seen anything more perfect in my life.
Her fingers shook as they rested on my thighs, her gaze flicking up to mine with that same mix of fear and fascination I'd seen in her the night we met.
I cupped her face, ran my thumb over her bottom lip, and let the moment hang between us like smoke.
“Good girl,” I murmured. “Now, open that mouth for me.”
She opened her mouth like an obedient servant, and I let my cock slide between her parted lips. I watched her eyes flutter closed as she took me in.
“That's it,” I whispered, brushing her hair back from her face. “Just like that, Ziyka. Let me feel how good your mouth can be.”
That was all the direction she needed. She hollowed her cheeks, swirled her tongue over the head of my cock, and took me deeper into her hot little mouth.
Her lashes fluttered, and I caught her eyes, watching as determination flickered through her shyness, and she began to suck harder, bolder.
Gods, I nearly lost my fucking mind.
My hands threaded through her hair, guiding her rhythm as I rocked into her, thrusting deep into her mouth.
I went slow at first, letting her adjust to my length. But I couldn't hold back for long. Not with her looking like that. Not with the hot, wet pull of her tongue stealing every last shard of my control.
Pleasure rocketed through me. And those eyes, wide and glistening, said everything her lips couldn't.
Maybe that's what undid me more than anything. The way she offered herself to me. Not as my captive. But as a goddess. One who was worshiping my cock like it was sacred.
She gripped my thighs tighter, bracing herself as I pounded harder. “Fuck, mage,” I gritted, my fingers tightening in her hair. “You're going to ruin me.”
I thrust deeper, groaning when she moaned around me. That sweet, aching sound vibrated straight through my cock and down to my bones. She took me again and again, her mouth a furnace, her tongue a torment.
Her inexperience made it all the more perfect. She was learning me. Letting me teach her. And she fucking devoured me.
I pounded into her mouth hard and deep, then faster, chasing that crest, watching her take what I gave her and wanting it.
The pressure coiled sharply at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up tight.
I growled, jaw clenched knowing I was close to climax. She answered by sucking harder, her hands now moving in sync with me, working in rhythm with her mouth.
I couldn't hold back. With a hoarse groan, I spilled into her, my hips thrusting once, twice as I came hard. Her throat worked around me, swallowing every drop, and Gods, she didn't stop.
She kept sucking.
Kept worshiping me.
I hissed through my teeth, the overstimulation slicing through the pleasure like wildfire as I emptied every last drop into her.
Elariya moaned again, a soft whimper laced with pure need, then reached between her parted thighs and massaged her clit.
Watching her touch herself while sucking me dry nearly brought me to my knees.
I needed to be inside her again.
Need, not want. Need.
“Get up,” I rasped, the command rough as I pulled out of her.
She gasped, her pupils blown wide. “Wolfe—”
“I said get up.” I curled my fingers under her chin. “I need you.”
I hauled her to her feet and crashed my mouth to hers in a kiss that felt like war. One I’d gladly lose if it meant dying inside her.
The moment I tasted myself on her tongue, something primal in me snapped.
She reached between us, desperate and searching, her fingers brushing my chest. I caught her wrist. “Not like this,” I growled. “Turn around.”
I spun her. She braced her hands against the stone wall, breath shallow. I bent her over until her hair spilled over her face, then dragged my cock along the curve of her ass. “Don’t fucking move.”
She obeyed, perfect and submissive. And Gods, I knew I didn’t deserve her.
But I was going to take her anyway. Again and again, until my name was branded on her heart and soul.
Until not even the curse could come between us.
My cock went rock hard again just thinking about being inside her.
I guided myself to her entrance and plunged in, burying myself to the hilt.
She gasped, shuddering around me as pleasure ripped through us both.
“Blessed… Mother,” she moaned, her walls clenching around my cock.
I smiled and cupped the back of her neck, forcing her closer, pressing deeper.
I lowered my mouth to her ear, my voice low and feral.
“No, no, little mage. Not the Blessed Mother.” I thrust harder, driving the words home.
“You don’t call for the gods here. When I fuck you and you beg me for more, remember this.
..” I growled the last line, breath hot against her skin. “I’m the only god you’ll ever need.”
Her body loosened in my arms, and I started to move inside her. I grabbed her hips, and she fell forward, barely clinging to the wall as I started to fuck her.
I pounded into her, every thrust branding my promise into her skin. Then I lost all sense of control, lost everything but the feel of her.
I fucked her like it was the only chance I’d ever have and like it was my godsdamn purpose to own her. I claimed every inch of her one thrust at a time, her desperate moans feeding me. Her body took everything I gave, and I gave her more. Then I lost myself in her
The stone walls faded. The water, the heat, the steam, it all blurred into nothing, leaving only the sounds of her body against mine.
“Wolfe!” A cry tore from her throat as her body arched against me.
“Yes Ziyka. Say my name. Let the gods know who you belong to now.” I tightened my grip on her hips.
An anguished moan fell from her lips when she came, her walls squeezing my cock relentlessly. I lost control and followed her seconds later, growling curses as I poured into her.
We stayed like that. Right there, where our breaths entwined beneath the fall of the water, the world narrowing to the thrum of our pounding hearts.
When my breathing calmed, I pulled out of her and turned her to face me.
She gazed up at me, eyes dazed and soft, like I’d broken her in all the right places and she wanted me to do it again.
I moved her hair out of her face and placed a kiss on her temple.
She rested her head against my chest, and I held her there, pressing my forehead to hers. “Tired yet, mage?” I teased.
“No. I don’t want this night to end.”
“The night will never end for us.”
She looked at me again, her expression serious. “Won’t it?”
A multitude of questions lay behind those two words, but we wouldn’t talk about those things tonight.
“No, it won’t.”
“But your uncle—”
I cut her off with a kiss, my lips brushing hers in a lingering promise. “Not tonight. This is our night, and I need more. More of you, Elariya.”
“I need more of you, too.”
“Good, let’s go.” I picked her up, so she could wrap those silky legs around my waist.
“What are you going to do with me?” She smiled.
“You’ll see, Ziyka.” I carried her back into the bedroom and sank down onto the bed with her on my lap so she could straddle me. “This is what I want next. I want you to ride me.”
My little mage positioned herself over my cock and took control with a single, devastating touch.
She moved above me like a goddess. My salvation. My damnation.
Mine.