Chapter 11 #3
My eyes roamed the planes of his body, always spending too long on his swollen cock.
I licked my lips, refocusing on his magnificent blue eyes. “You do not seem happy about it.” Cock aside…
“You could’ve let me fall. The chance was there for the soul bond to break, and you didn’t take it. Why?”
The hairs on the back of my neck prickled—not necessarily unpleasant. Heat stirred between my legs now, a tingling in my balls.
“Do we have to talk about this?” I replied, my tone strained. If he kept staring at me like that, I might pass out from the heat holding me in its grip.
“Kormac…”
“Valance…”
He padded across the tiled floor toward me. I stiffened, in all senses of the word, my gaze fixed to his.
“You saved me,” he breathed, stopping mere feet away.
Dangerously close…
“Kormac, what—”
He grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the wall. Logs rubbed roughly against my skin, digging into my spine. I didn’t care. He pressed closer, his cock brushing up against mine in a pleasurable meeting of skin.
“This is what you want,” he said.
“Yes,” I responded without much thought.
His face inched closer. “I want… Fuck…”
“You want to fuck?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“I thought you did.”
He moved even closer to me, his wet hair dripping water onto my chest. His lips glistened, flushed with color. Full and kissable against the backdrop of his thickening stubble and olive skin. His eyes were azure storms, some of that messy brown hair falling across them seductively.
“I want to talk about this,” he said. “I need to understand what went on in your head.”
“Why?”
“Because I have to know. I have to understand.”
“There’s nothing to understand.”
He pulled me forward slightly, then slammed me against the wall again, inching his face ever closer to mine. His lips inches from kissing.
My heart raced, my body sparking with need. Desire radiated from his eyes, from his cock pressed against me, from everything about this.
He scared me. He intrigued me.
“You’re not the type of fae to save a man like me,” he said.
His breath washed over me, smelling of the cake he’d eaten.
“Clearly, I am,” I whispered.
“But why?”
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t blame the soul bond.”
“I wasn’t going to. The truth is already out, isn’t it?”
He tilted his head. “It is.” With his other hand, he reached up to touch my face. He held back at the last second, pulling it away again.
“You can touch me if you like.”
He snarled. “That’s not what I want.”
“Then what is this, Kormac? This is now the second time you’ve held me by the throat with a hard cock.”
I glanced down, then met his eyes again. “If you want me, then take me.”
“I don’t want you.”
“Liar,” I responded bravely in the face of a huge human with a hand at my throat.
“I…” He didn’t add anything else, kept his focus on me.
“I think about it, Kormac. How brutal it could be, how deliciously rough to have you take out your frustrations on me.”
“Don’t say that,” he growled.
“Why?”
“Because it’s wrong.”
“It’s wrong to want to fuck me?”
“Of course, it is. Twisted. So wrong. We’re not on the same side.”
I pushed myself forward, my hardness sliding against his wet skin. “Yet here we are, on the same side.”
Apparently, my old lustful self had returned—previous bashfulness be damned. “You have heard the stories of my appetites for sex, have you not?”
“The whole of Faerie has,” he answered, his voice a low vibration.
“How open I am to the attentions of men.”
“Not this man.”
“Your cock tells me otherwise.”
“I… I just need to know why. Please.”
My desire burned so hot, in need of quelling. “Because…” Having to admit the truth to him and to myself? It was too much. It meant owning up to my insanity. It meant facing a truth I didn’t want to get anywhere near. Yet reality dragged me forward, made me face it. There was no denying it.
Call it the heat of the moment, lay the blame on my lust, but here it came, flowing out of me.
“I saved you because I want you around. I like your companionship. I feel safer with you. And I hate that because it isn’t a spell, it’s real.
It shouldn’t be. I shouldn’t see you as a companion, as anything other than a burden.
” The magic binding us twinged in my guts, though didn’t interfere.
“I couldn’t let you die. I didn’t want to see you die.
I’ve suffered a change of heart I do not understand. And that’s the truth.”
Silence, his gaze boring into me. “It really wasn’t the soul bond?”
“No. I promise that’s not a lie—even if I wish it was.”
“Gods…”
I sighed. “Not them. Me.”
“You saved my life.”
“Enough of this, Kormac.”
“But…”
“But what?
“I don’t want to.”
“We’re wasting time standing here, going over this. I want to leave.”
He loosened his grip for a moment, then tightened it again. “You think about me fucking you?”
“Y-yes.”
“Then I’ll give you what you want. Payback for letting me live.
“I—”
“Yes or no?”
Anticipation thrummed to my core, driving me wild once again. The old me, the proper me, returned with ferocity. “Fuck me, human.”
I pushed against his hold, trying to kiss him. He stopped me, slamming me back into the wall.
My poor back would be tenderized meat soon.
“Not that,” he said. “Never that.”
“Fine.” I agreed with his statement. At least, I believed I did. “Just fuck me. Hard.”
He flipped me around, the side of my face pressing against the wall. From this angle, I could make out what he was doing by glancing over my shoulder.
In Danu’s name, this was wonderful absurdity.
The human spat saliva into his hand, working it over his shaft. Then he spread me wide, spitting more into my crevice, slicking the hole with his fingers. Just the tips for a moment. A fleeting moment. There would be no foreplay, no seduction here.
Holding me open by one buttock, he pushed himself into me. Not taking his time, going all the way inside with painful determination.
The bite of pain, my hand gripping the log wall. Then the shift from pain to pleasure, the wonder of him filling up every inch of space.
Goodness, he was big.
Just the way I liked it.
Continuing with his not standing on ceremony, he thrust into me with unrelenting force. His fingers dug into my hips with bruising strength, his flesh slap, slap, slapping against mine.
I reached around and took hold of one of those hands.
“What…” he grunted, resisting my touch.
“Take me…” I breathed, “by the throat again.”
And he did, holding me tight with those wonderfully rough hands, my head angled back as I faced the ceiling. He held me firm with his other hand, delving deeper with each heavy pound.
Oh my goodness. His prowess, his animal need. He hit the male sweet spot, so wonderful if you went searching for it. My balls tightened, my cock full of blood and fire.
I reached for my hardness, pressing my other hand against the wall for support. I touched myself, cupped my balls, massaged the aching flesh until I couldn’t take any more teasing of myself. I worked my shaft hard and fast, sweat dripping off my forehead.