Chapter Twenty-Three #2
Shadach grinned. “Help me overcome these prudish ways, my foreign vixen.”
Aoife ran her hands through his hair and kissed him, hungry and savage, until she needed air more than his lips.
He ran his hands down her back and she shivered with delight, her body giving in to him without a hint of resistance.
As she folded into him, lithe and eager, he groaned, loud and feral. Wet excitement pulsed between her legs.
Who cared about mocking laughter? About what the Halcin thought of who she was? Aoife was Shadach’s. She could make him groan, make him wild. She could do it as good as any Halcin. No, better. And his family, the neighbourhood, maybe even the entire city would soon know this was true.
Let them hear how she could worship their god.
“I don’t think they can hear us yet,” Aoife whispered.
Shadach ran his hands through her hair, kissing her lips raw. “Maybe we should fix that.”
Aoife had meant to take him in hand, to drive him reckless with passion.
Shadach had other plans. Before she knew what had happened, he had spun her around so her hands and knees were on the floor.
With expert precision, her dress went up.
His tongue inside her. The wetness of his mouth, the heat of his breath, the suddenness of him drew such a moan from Aoife’s lips that half the block no doubt heard her.
Good.
But Aoife wanted more. More than her screams, more than her shivers of pleasure. She wanted his. Because he belonged to her as much as she belonged to him. Aoife reached back, tugging at his shoulder to get his attention. Shadach peered around her, his lust-soaked gaze making her pussy even wetter.
“I want you beneath me.” She paused with a sly smile. “Well, a certain part of you.”
The look he gave her was pure devilish delight.
He moved beneath her so she was straddling his face, the bulge in his trousers settled between her hands.
Aoife worked his trousers down his legs, his long, thick hardness ready and waiting for her.
She remembered the last time she had taken him in her mouth during the ritual at the temple.
He had tasted earthy yet sweet. A combination Aoife knew she’d be happy to taste forever.
She had been nervous that time. Overcome with lust but not too confident. Here, now, all she could think of was how badly she wanted to make him crazy with what her tongue could do.
She wanted to devour him the way he’d devoured her time and again.
Aoife took him in her mouth. He stretched her mouth the way he’d stretched her pussy, his cock long and slick in her throat.
Shadach shifted beneath her, his breathing erratic, her name on his lips infinitely erotic.
Aoife sucked harder, pushing his willpower to its limits.
His cock was also pushing her mouth to its limits.
She took him as deep into her throat as she could, rolling her tongue along the shaft and tip of his cock, her eyes watering slightly from the fullness of him, but god, he tasted good.
Shadach whispered something in Halcin between sharp inhales.
Whatever it was, it made Aoife dripping wet.
Then Shadach put her pussy to his mouth.
Aoife’s hips bucked slightly, her back arching, her legs quivering.
He licked her with an insatiable appetite, and for a moment, Aoife forgot everything but the feel of him inside her.
For a moment.
There were things Aoife wanted to do. Wanted to make him feel.
She devoured him as he devoured her. He groaned.
She moaned. He growled. She screamed. Aoife struggled to focus, trying to make him come, to make him cry her name in pure ecstasy, but what he was doing to her …
god, it was incredible. Her body was coming undone to the tune of his touch.
Shadach’s tongue moved to her clit as two of his fingers entered her, the sensation so intense Aoife had to take his cock from her mouth.
His other hand gripped her ass and Aoife collapsed onto him, boneless, as his fingers and tongue worked their wicked magic and sent her within a hair’s breadth of release.
She felt herself pushing onto his fingers, trying to help him go deeper, making herself shudder and pant and gasp even harder.
But no. She wanted to make the entire neighbourhood hear him. To declare that they belonged to each other, adored each other, even if the rest of the Halcin didn’t approve. She couldn’t surrender to Shadach, to her body, just yet.
Even if Shadach was doing his damnedest to convince her otherwise.
Taking him in her mouth again, Aoife ran her tongue along his cock, tasting every inch of his wide girth. His moans, the whispers of her name, were better than a symphony. He groaned, his legs tightening, his cock getting longer. Thicker.
But Shadach would not surrender yet, either.
He worked her clit with his thumb as he kissed her pussy once, twice, three times, his kisses moving back.
Back. With one hand he gripped her right ass cheek, opening her.
Aoife gasped at the feel of his tongue on her ass, her nerve-endings on fire at his touch.
His tongue explored the tender, hyper-sensitive flesh, leaving her dizzy from nearly hyperventilating.
Struggling to keep her wits, she pulled his cock deeper into her mouth, sucking harder.
“Damn it,” Shadach growled. Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled her onto her back, moving around so they were face-to-face. “I need more of you. All of you.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” Aoife said. Breathless.
Shadach thrust inside her and Aoife wasn’t sure whose moan was louder: hers or his.
The fullness, the heat, every deep, delicious thrust reminded her down to her bones that she was his.
Aoife could feel it, the tension building so tight inside of her there was nowhere left for it to go. But she didn’t want to give in yet.
If only he didn’t feel so damn good.
Her pussy tightened, her body readying itself for release. Not yet, not yet …
She heard it. A sound. Shadach’s groan, so passionate and forceful she could hear nothing else as he came inside her.
A split second later, her own sweet orgasm pulsed through her.
Aoife’s vision blurred and her head swam as she rode the waves of bliss again.
And again. Aoife felt as if the ground was shifting, swaying beneath her, but she was too lost in the sensation to balance herself.
She was going to fall. But she was on her back, wasn’t she?
Either way she needed grounding. Aoife reached up for purchase, for stability, for Shadach.
She gripped something rough instead, gripping it harder still as the aftershocks of orgasm rolled through her.
The world went dark. Darker than usual. The bitter, slightly pungent smell of animal skin surrounded her. Exhausted and breathing heavily, Aoife wondered if she was in danger from the darkness, but she was too dazed to care much beyond that.
Laughter. She heard laughter.
Once Aoife regained her breath, and a little bit of her sanity, she looked up to see Shadach fighting through some kind of tarp on his back.
As she lay on her back, staring into the darkness and the hazy tangle of Shadach and a tarp, she realised: the tent had fallen on top of them.
Shadach pushed the tent off himself enough to roll over and lay beside her.
“Did I bring the bedroom down?” she said.
“It wasn’t me,” Shadach said, still laughing. “I think that means I won.”
“I didn’t realise we were competing,” she said.
“Yes, you did.” He kissed her forehead.
“In that case,” she kissed his hand as he stroked her cheek, “you came first.”
Shadach pulled her into his arms. “But you brought down the tent.”
“Technicality. I still won.”
With the tent as a blanket, they lay in each other’s arms in the quiet and the darkness.
It didn’t matter if Shadach’s mother thought Aoife belonged here or not. Shadach thought she did. Nothing else mattered. But as Aoife faded into sleep, she heard a noise whispering in her head. Faint. Shrewd. Familiar.
The sound of Mum’s mocking laughter.
~*~
“A test?” Aoife sat in the tent, eating a piece of stale bread Shadach had brought back from the house. His bread looked worse for wear than hers. “What kind of test?”
Shadach looked at once exhausted and yet terribly sexy. The fact that he was shirtless certainly helped. “A Halcin test. To prove I’m ‘Halcin enough’ to be allowed into the compound and given help back to the Emperor’s City.”
Aoife’s stomach twisted. That sounded like precisely the kind of thing Shadach had feared would happen. “What do they want you to do?”
Shadach crumbled a piece of bread in his hand and watched it scatter to the earth. “Steal half a million worth of jewels.”