67 Birdie #2
Growling low, he reels me in by the shoulders, presses his face to my neck, and inhales deep. The rattle of his breath sends shivers down my arms. “Mine,” he hisses, his eyes now all black.
“Yours.”
Sweeping me into his strong arms, he carries me to the back of the apartment, laying me down on the bed. I gaze up at him, watching as he strips me out of the rest of my bloody clothes. He’s about to fold himself over me when I hold up a hand. “Wait. I wanna see you too.”
Dáinn tugs off his sexy T-shirt, the muscles of his chest and abdomen flexing.
He works open the front of his jeans, dropping them too and kicking off his shoes.
The only thing left is a pair of formfitting black briefs.
He doesn’t need to strip them off to show me what he’s packing.
It hangs there, impossibly long and thick.
I prop up on my elbows, eyes wide. “Holy fuck.”
The wraith places a hand over the bulge, stroking it through the fabric. “Baz is something of an artist. He always pays close attention to the rendering of his cocks. I’m sure this one will please you.”
I can only smile, biting my bottom lip. “Show me.”
He slides those briefs down his thighs, letting his massive, gorgeous cock hang loose.
My brows arch high. “You really think that’s gonna fit inside me?”
He strokes down his length, smearing a bead of precum around his tip with his thumb. “It will fit. You were made for me, Birdie.”
Scooting forward to the edge of the bed, I grab him by the hips and sink my mouth around that wet tip, teasing him with my tongue. Dáinn groans low, fisting both hands in my hair. Oh my god, he tastes like sugar cookies. Sweet vanilla and whipped frosting.
I pull away, glancing up. “Does your mage friend flavor your cum too?”
He smiles. “I’m sure he could change it if you don’t approve.”
I can only laugh. “I approve. You’re delicious, Dáinn. Now, fuck me before I scream.” I pull on his arm, dragging him down on top of me.
“I believe once we start the fucking, you will scream.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
My wraith is eager to please, plunging his tongue into my mouth as he grinds against me with his powerful hips. I wrap my arms around his neck, keeping him close. He rocks in the cradle of my spread legs, his massive cock giving my clit delicious friction.
I feel high. Boneless and achy. My pains from the battle are forgotten. There is only Dáinn and the passion we can chase together. Tangling my fingers in his hair, I pull his head back. “Dáinn—feed on me. I give my soul freely.”
Groaning, the shadows swirl in his eyes as he presses his lips to mine and breathes deep.
I cry out, body humming with nerves as I feel the lift of what must be my soul. It flutters in my chest like the wings of so many birds. Hummingbirds, I smile to myself, thinking of the tattoos on my chest.
To Jasper, this is a drain. It feels like death.
But I don’t feel like I’m dying. No, this is living.
Dáinn pulls on every good feeling he can find inside me—my joy and laughter, the thrill of completing an assignment and receiving a good grade, sunning myself on the roof of the astronomy building with my friends.
He wants beauty, not pain and suffering.
He wants to see the magic of the world through my eyes.
He wants to live too. Even if only for a second, he wants to know what it is to be mortal.
“Stop.”
And he stops, easy as breathing. No pain, no suffering.
“How do you feel?” I whisper.
He groans, burying his face at my neck. His voice is almost a whimper of relief as he says, “So full.”
Oh, thank you god, thank you goddess. Isis, Circe, whoever’s up there! I can feed my wraith. My soul freely given is enough to satisfy him and sate his hunger. He never has to claim another soul. He can be mine. He should be mine.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, nuzzling my hair. “So beautiful.”
“Dáinn, fuck me. Please, I need you.”
He drops a hand between us, angling the tip of his fat cock between my legs. He presses in, pushing all the air from my lungs.
“Oh god—”
“Breathe,” he soothes. Lifting my thigh and spreading me wider, he sinks in deeper. With a few deft strokes, I’m impaled on his monster cock. “So good,” he hums. “My perfect one.”
I bat my eyes, blinking away the tears. I feel so full too. My whole body is weighted. All I can do is lie back and take it as he hammers himself home, burying that cock to the hilt inside me.
“Mine,” he says again, brushing a kiss to my lips.
“Do it again,” I beg. “Covet me, Dáinn. Fuck me as you feast—ah—” I cry out as he slams in with his hips. But then he’s backing off, soothing me with a kiss. “You don’t have to hold back with me. Dáinn, please, I’m yours—”
Growling low, he grips his fist tight in my hair and unleashes. He’s a wild thing, rocking his hips against me, pounding deeper, filling me fuller.
“Yes!” I cling to his shoulders, head arched back in bliss as he fucks the headboard into the wall, likely cracking the plaster. My orgasm coils tight, bursting out of me on a scream. It rolls through my body, making my limbs shake as I cling to him. “More,” I beg, never wanting this to end.
He parts his lips, changing the nature of our kiss.
At once, I’m thrown back into the thrill of racing down a snowy hill on a sled, high and dancing in a nightclub, on my knees getting fucked from behind by a witch with powerful hands.
Dáinn holds me here, trapped in this memory.
He matches the tempo of Jasper’s thrusts, and it’s like I can feel them both inside me.
“Oh god—”
“This is what you want,” the wraith hisses. “To be full up of us both. Your witch and your wraith.”
“Yes!”
“You want us filling all your holes, worshipping you, devouring you.”
“Yes,” I whine, another orgasm building. I gasp in surprise as I feel something press in against the tight bud of my ass. “Dáinn—”
“Let me in,” he rasps. “Relax for your chosen mate.”
Moaning, I try to relax. It feels so strange. It’s not his fingers. No, this sensation is soft and cool, moving like the brush of silk against my skin. Oh god—Jasper teased me about the possibility in the woods.
Shadows.
I open my eyes, blinking up at him. “Show me?”