Chapter 35 Calliope
I had never been more turned on than I was in that moment. When he threw me into the air and caught me on his shoulders I was done for. The first swipe of his tongue had left me completely undone. He held me there for over an hour, never showing any sign of tiring. He wrang what must have been close to ten orgasms out of me with that devilish tongue. His chin and t-shirt were soaked through my slick. He hadn’t even flinched when I asked for his knot.
My core pressed against his cock, his hips moving on instinct, sliding that hardness through my lips, coating it with my slick. “Reach between us and notch sir’s cock in your pussy.”
My hand moved down until I found his length. It was so thick that my fingers didn’t meet, the feeling of his head spreading me apart made me moan. Cold metal teased me as he started to push. “What’s that?”
“Did I forget to mention I had piercings?” He pushed into me. I was able to count six piercings along his length as well as two on his head. The feeling was too much; it drove me over the edge making me squirt for him. “I do tend to be a bit forgetful.”
I threw my head back as he settled me on him. It felt so good, I couldn’t stop my legs from moving, riding him as much as I was able. Every drag of those piercings over my walls made wave after wave of painful pleasure flood through me. I needed more—harder, rougher—just more. “Please, sir.”
He seemed to know what I needed, bending his knees more and sliding down the wall a little. His next thrust slammed into me making me bounce on him. Each one got harder and harder until I was holding onto him for dear life. “Does that feel good, love.”
“Knot me, mark me, make me yours.” I needed all of those things so desperately.
He stopped where he was, buried inside me, his knot just starting to stretch me. I whined, my hips moving, I needed him, I needed his knot. “Are you sure, love?”
“I need it. Please, sir,” I begged.
He lifted me so quickly; I lost him and the emptiness was too much. I tried desperately to have him fill me again. I rubbed myself along his length; the feeling of his piercings rubbing against my clit driving me wild. Crossing the space until his legs were against the bed, he allowed himself to collapse, somehow lining his cock up with me. I slammed down onto him, his knot nearly inside me.
“You want my knot, do you?” There was a growl in his voice when he asked. He was teasing me, but I was desperate for it. My neck arched as I collapsed against him. His arms wrapped around my back as he slowly thrust into me. His knot was so close to filling me. I could feel his stubble as he licked at the spot he had chosen. “This is where I want my mark to be. Would you like that, love?”
“Please.” I was so lost in pleasure all I wanted was for him to do it.
He laughed, pushing his knot into me. There was a moment where the pain made me hold onto him like I might lose him if I didn’t, but soon it was over. He filled me in ways that even Ayden couldn’t. I could feel a hoop through the top is his knot, the roughness of his facial hair as it rubbed against my skin as it made me squirm for him. He nipped at the skin, and I nearly begged for more. He seemed to take the hint as I felt him bite down. The resistance of my skin to his bite made me need more of him. Finally, he broke the skin, his cock throbbing inside me.
The bond took hold of me—my pleasure and his mixing until I wasn’t sure where he began, and I ended. But still, I needed more. I was so horny that it felt like a heat. He throbbed inside me, his hips moving as the gentle tug of his knot drove me to another climax. Pulling back, his tongue lapped at the bite, healing it with every motion. His hands moved on my back, the feeling of nails there and his moans making me come again and again until I was thoroughly spent. But still he fucked me, using me for his pleasure. I was sure to be sore later, but the feeling of him pumping me full of cum made up for that. I held onto him, trusting him to take care of me. It was the only choice I had, and I made it without a second thought.
His grip tightened and he rolled us over, so he was on top. One of his hands snaked between us, teasing my clit until I cried his name like a prayer. The other hand bracketed my throat, tightening down until my vision swam. “When I come, so do you.”
It was an order; I couldn’t have resisted even if I wanted to. With that he pushed into me one last time. The throbbing of his cock sent me over the edge to oblivion. I tried to scream, but nothing came out as he held tight. Spots of black formed in my vision, making me cum again. I let that darkness claim me, trusting that I was safe with Dax.
I came to as Dax carried me to a warm bath. My brain turned as I tried to assess how sore I was. At the moment, I was fine. But it would be hard to walk tomorrow. A clawfoot tub sat in the middle of the bathroom. There was no scent, no bubbles, the water wasn’t some weird color—just steam rising from the surface. In fact, the only thing that stood out was the wooden tray that sat across the opening. The book I was reading was propped up there.
He carried me to the tub and stopped. He seemed to be having a debate with himself. “If you put me down, I should be able to get in on my own.”
“Can you stand?”
“Let’s find out.” He slowly lowered me to the ground. My feet hitting first, my legs wobbled a little as I started to put weight on them. I fought that until I was standing. Dax still kept me upright. He was hesitant as he pulled his hands back from my hips. When he had them back by his side, my legs started to shake again. Moments passed as I tried to fight through it until I lost. My legs failed. His arms shooting out, catching me around the waist, were the only thing that saved me from ending up on the floor. “I guess that answers that question.”
He lifted me and put me in the tub. The heat of the water made my skin red. It felt so good as I slid down. The heat worked quickly, soothing the soreness out. My head fell back against the tub, and I let out a sigh of relief. “I hurt you.”
“No more than I wanted.”
“I don’t know what happened.” His voice sounded distant—sad. “I lost control, couldn’t stop.”
“You went into rut.”
“That’s not a thing that happens to me,” he said a little too quickly.
“I was there. I know a rut when I experience one.”
That was when Ayden and Cain came into the room. I reached out for them. Cain came first, moving around the tub and kneeling at my side. “What was that about Dax going into rut?”
“According to him, that doesn’t happen.”
“That’s not possible.” Ayden seemed stunned.
Dax shrugged. “I’ve never lost control in bed like that.”
“You kill on a heat schedule,” Ayden said. “Why is that?”
“I just get irritated, and my skin gets itchy. I need to just kill, and then it goes away.”
That made me laugh. “That’s your rut, it just came out in other ways before.”
“Before?”
“Before you had a pack.” I smiled at him. “Now you have us, so your body is responding the typical way.”
Dax went silent and Cain took that moment to snatch the book from the rack in front of me. Opening it up, a devious smile crested on his face as he saw where I was. His voice rang out as he started to read. I loved when my men read to me, their voices always made the story come to life. Dax hadn’t joined that yet, Cain seemed to have the same thought, so he called the alpha over. Slowly, they passed the book between them, each reading a different character’s Point-of-view.
I was nearly asleep when Cain’s voice changed. “It’s getting cold, time to get you out of there.”
My hands gripped the side of the tub, as I pushed myself out of it. My legs wobbled just a little, but Ayden was there to steady me. “I got you, baby girl.”