Chapter 34
ELIVANDER
Never’s indigo eyes go wide, stealing the attention from every other part of her face, the cuts and burns almost fully healed by the water.
“Will it hurt?” she asks. Her heart crashes into me, beat after beat.
“Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Yes.” She swallows, her nerves affecting me as much as her. “What if I bite you?”
“I’ll bite you back.”
She frowns. “On accident.”
I give her a reassuring smile. “I’d still bite you back.”
You guys have problems, Kelter grumbles.
Damn him. Go find someone to fuck.
I’m working on it.
Never nibbles her lip and rubs her hands together in her lap, then along her thighs, gripping them. I love how nervous she is. She fidgets with Milo’s ring, spinning it. “What if I do it wrong?”
“I punish you.”
She looks to the side, then back up at me with big eyes and a crack of a smile. “How?”
“First I’d have you kneel like you are right now. Then I’d chain your arms behind your back and press your face to the floor.”
“Oh.” She considers her punishment with a neutral nod, but inside she’s hot as fuck again, passing all her desire to me.
“I’m not done.” I pinch her nipple. She startles at the sudden touch, and I want to cut her squeal short with my cock in her mouth. I twist and let go. “Then, I’d spank you with my knife and make you say ‘pussy’ a thousand times.”
“No,” she gasps. “You wouldn’t.”
“I would. And make you count each one while I lick the blood dripping down your ass and thighs. But as much as I’d enjoy punishing you, your lips around me could never be wrong. That will all have to wait. Right now, open that mouth for me.”
Her relief rolls through me, confidence swelling in her chest. She grants me the smallest nod and lies face-down next to me, her ass wiggling, head hovering over my lap.
Steam rises around us. I grab a fistful of her hair and hold her in place while I position myself below her lips.
She doesn’t know how badly I needed her, how all of Kelter’s urges from linking were forced upon me.
How my body shook with need while he held her through one cruel night after another.
I was keeping her warm, Kelter fumes.
With your dick against her ass?
I couldn’t help that, but I was respectful. Would you have preferred it in her face?
Godsdamn him.
She stalls. “What if I suck you so perfectly that you never want to fuck me again?”
I laugh. “Impossible. There’s nothing like being inside your tight pussy, feeling you pulsing around me. Your heat. How wet you get. I’ll never give that up. I’ll fill every hole of yours until the end of time.”
“But not love me.”
No, you can’t love me. But I keep that response to myself this time. “Exactly.”
She blows on my tip, her lips forming a small circle I want to bust through. “Why can’t I love you?”
Fuck. Because I wasn’t supposed to fall for you. Because I’m cursed, and you loving me back will trigger an even worse part of the curse. Because it’s so much easier to hold you at a distance and control your heart when you have no idea how much I want to be yours.
“I have my reasons. There are things you don’t know.” Like how I can feel everything you feel. I started to tell her, but she didn’t know I really meant it, that I’m not simply good at guessing her emotions.
“No.” She locks her fingers around me, watching in fascination as the first drop of pre-come glides down. “I’m asking why I’m incapable of loving you, even when I want to?”
Kelter groans. You’re so fucked. Both of you.
I flinch. Her question is like a knife through my heart.
Knowing she wants to love me makes it that much more real.
And dangerous. I can’t let go of her heart.
Ever. Can’t let her see what I feel for her.
I press the slippery head past her lips with a jerk of my hips.
“Don’t waste that mouth on questions I won’t answer. ”
She startles, freezing in place and crossing her eyes to stare at the intrusion. Her hand tightens. Steam swirls around her, the air thick. It’d be hard to breathe, but the minerals make each breath as effortless as they make the water slippery.
“Eyes up here,” I say. She tilts her head back and to the side, careful not to release me, the tip pushing against the inside of her cheek. The sight makes me want to climb on top of her and ram into her face. “Such a good girl.”
Her shoulders loosen, and she swirls her tongue over me, getting used to the feel of me inside her mouth.
I hold back from shoving her head all the way down.
It’s not easy to control my strength, and I’m sick with desire after days of constant urges.
And I want this. I want to fuck her perfect mouth.
All I have are memories from past lives.
I pull her hair tighter into my fist and massage her jaw, then her throat, sliding my thumb up and down and imagining myself all the way inside.
“Take me deeper. Slowly.”
She looks away and focuses on the task, pushing me farther inside, working her lips down my length until she can’t fit anymore. And it’s such a perfect thing to watch inch after inch disappear past her lips. She’s so quiet I let out a low chuckle.
Her head pulls back instantly. “The balls you have to laugh at me with your cock between my teeth. What the fuck is so funny?”
I outright laugh this time. “That’s better. It’s weird not to have you yelling at me.”
“I’m not—” she begins, but I don’t need an answer, not when it will make me want to kiss her. Which will make her want to love me more. It’s a slippery slope.
I shove myself back into her hot mouth, much farther than I thought possible, slamming into the back of her throat. She gags, releasing her hand to smack my thigh, an obvious smile around me—and in her eyes. They water, making them even more beautiful.
She loves it.
And that’s better than loving me.
I wait for her to recover, then push in again. “You’re a natural.”
Whatever she says is no more than a muffled grunt, drool spilling down her chin.
A work of art. Godsdammit, I want her more than I know what to do with.
Not only her pink pussy, her tight ass and tempting tits—I want to make her mine in every way, claim her, keep her, mark her, chain her up and please her until she begs for me to stop… love her like no one else has.
I love her, Kelter interrupts, as breathless as me.
Anger strikes, contracting every muscle in my body. Not like I do, I grind out. Never picks her head up again, her forehead wrinkling in confusion. She doesn’t need to be reminded he can feel all of this. She takes a quick glance around, finding nothing but walls of water and steamy springs.
“Ready?” I ask, pushing wet hair from her face. “Lips tight. And no teeth unless you want mine sinking into you.”
She nods, a grin peeling her lips away from me. Her heartbeat takes off again. And mine.
“I got you,” I whisper.
Her eyes fill with gratitude, soft with affection, both emotions surging into me.
No. Not that. Shit. I renew my hold on her heart and adjust my grip on her hair, angling her head just right, then thrust my hips upward. Again and again. “You like how I fuck your sweet mouth?”
She makes perfect sounds, moaning, squealing with each deep entrance and squeezing my leg.
“Louder.” She ups her volume, her eagerness too.
I groan. Her enjoyment hits me along with my own, doubling the sensation, a give and take at once. I need more. A better angle. I push her away and pull my legs from the water in a single movement, then swing one over her head so she’s lying between them, still in position.
She smiles.
And I almost come all over her pretty face.
Me too, Kelter says.
I need you to shut the fuck up. I’m sick of saying it.
The slow lick of her lips nearly destroys me. I grab her ears and line myself up with her mouth. Then control that piece of her I own to make her speak.
“Fuck my mouth, guard. I want your come down my throat.” She gasps, another smile hitting her cheeks. “You made me say that!”
“Open wide, little prisoner.” I tug her by the ears and force myself inside. She’s warm and wet, her lips tight, but it’s how much she wants it that has me pulling her down onto me, harder and harder, losing control.
She reaches up and tugs at my hands until I release her, reluctantly. She slides slowly up my full length, then licks down the underside. Down and down.
“Get that ass over here,” I command.
She obeys, pivoting and scooting closer over the wet stone floor, not even lifting her lips from where they plant kisses on my balls.
Then, without a questioning look or any warning whatsoever, she sucks one inside, exactly the right amount of gentle pressure, and releases it, returning to eager licks.
The look comes after—bright, knowing eyes staring up at me from between my legs.
If I could die, this might have done it.
Then she opens her mouth and takes me in again.
I brush her cheek, then pull my hand away. Dammit. No affection, or she’ll know how I feel. She settles in, a hand on each of my thighs, as if she thinks I’ll actually last any real amount of time like this.
I lean forward, grabbing her ass on my way to find her soaked pussy, and shove two fingers inside, another back into her ass.
She doesn’t realize I’m getting it ready for my cock.
Or how much she’s going to love it. She’ll be so full of me she’ll feel it for a week after.
She cries out in pleasure, a breathtaking sound with my balls half in her mouth.
As if in response, she takes me into her hand, stroking while I lose myself in the roll of her tongue, the wet smacks, the way she hums and moans and devours me like there’s not a single other thing she’d rather be doing.
“Never…” She sucks and licks, a mess of saliva, her tongue everywhere. I’m losing it, slowly broken down by how she worships me. “Your mouth is perfect.”