Chapter 26
Louhi
“Give me your wrist,” I command from behind his head.
His jaw flexes, but he lifts his one good arm. The other remains resting against his chest, still in its sling. I wrap the rope around the lower half of his forearm, careful of the raw places on his wrists from the shackles he must’ve had at the island.
Sean’s frame is far too large for the table, so his knees bend at the other end, his legs hanging off. His attention is locked on my every move, but he doesn’t say anything until I secure his ankles to the table legs. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Like I told you, we’re having some fun.” The binds I’ve made aren’t tight, but that’s the point. He can escape when he’s ready. Until then, he’s my toy.
I’ve stood on an edge much like Sean before, peering into the pit below where the starving demons wait to devour you. My brother pulled me back with the promise of power and violence. While my method is vastly different, the objective is the same. I just have to hope this works for him.
From between his legs, I smirk at the man at my mercy. Sean raises his head as I slide my hands up the inside of each thigh. I dip my head and wink before licking a hot, wet stripe from his balls to the tip of his half-hard cock. He sucks in a sharp breath.
I meet his gaze and wrap my hand around his shaft.
Pumping it once, twice, three times, I adjust the tightness of my grip according to his breathing and facial expressions.
His pupils blow wide as he watches me lean over his lap.
I spit a long tendril of saliva onto his cock and use my hand and smear it around.
His moan is long and his back lifts off the table. I spit again and begin to work his dick like the world’s sexiest shake weight. Maintaining my manual rhythm, I suck his balls into my mouth, my tongue darting out to lap at the patch of skin beneath them.
“Ah, shit.”
My thumb slides over his tip that’s leaking pre-cum, and his hips buck. Fuck, I’m good at this.
When I think he’s about to come, I release his cock and step back from the table. Sean’s broad chest rises and falls with heavy pants, his face contorting into a frown. “What the fuck?”
I grin, then take the opportunity to strip out of my combat boots, trousers, and knickers. I leave on my cropped Amorphis band T-shirt.
Stepping back up to Sean, I run my fingertips over his abdomen, appreciating the grooves. I’ll never get enough of these gorgeous muscles. I make eye contact as I pepper his torso with kisses and move lower until I reach his cock resting against his taut stomach.
As I suck his tip into my mouth, he groans. I search his gaze for any hint of that shadowy darkness, like I’m seeking buried treasure. That murky blackness within him is my treasure, and I’m desperate to glimpse it again. There’s nothing there now, only his blade-colored eyes staring back at me.
We’ve got nothing but time here, though, and I plan to push and prod until his true nature comes out to play.
Whether or not he’s prepared to admit it, we both need to see those dangerous shadows flicker in his eyes; the beasts within us both should wake from their slumber. Let’s dance in his darkness again.
I climb atop the table and carefully maneuver myself so that I’m straddling his head, facing his cock. “If you get me off, maybe I’ll let you come.”
Then, I settle my weight over his mouth. His tongue finds my clit immediately, and I roll my hips, grinding over his face. I close my eyes for a moment, my hands slipping beneath the hem of my shirt and cupping my breasts. Thank fuck, I didn’t put on a bra.
As Sean expertly sets my body on fire, I moan softly. I lean over his torso, careful of his arm in the sling, and swirl my tongue over his cock that’s harder than steel. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck him down. When a rough growl rumbles in his chest, pride swims in my belly.
I bob my head like I’m going for the gold medal in what should be an Olympic sport—which I’d totally win. “Oh, fuck.”
“Ah, ah. No coming yet, not until you’re desperate for me,” I tell him after lifting my head off his cock.
“Yes, ma’am,” he grumbles against my cunt. I drop my head back when he begins eating me out in earnest. Pinching one of my nipples, I pull my own hair with the other as I give myself over to the pleasure. I ride his face as he edges me closer to an orgasm.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, adding a twinge of pain when his teeth graze the nerve endings. Bloody hell, between this man’s tongue and cock, he’s made of fucking magic.
My stomach tightens as I fall apart on his face with his name on my lips. I pant through the sensations flooding my body.
“My turn,” Sean insists, his breath skating over my pussy. I crawl off his face, slinking down his torso until I reach his crotch.
I turn so that our eyes meet. Humming in faux thought, I shake my head. “No, I think I’ll take another turn.”
I straddle his hips, but don’t sink onto his cock, just slide my wet cunt over his hard length. My clit is still so sensitive that it doesn’t take much friction to make my body tingle again.
“Louhi,” he growls, his jaw ticking and nostrils flaring. Shadows edge into his vision, and hope blooms in my chest. Yes, fight for yourself.
“Oh, is it too much?” I ask innocently. “But you’re such a good toy, letting me use you to get off.”
His eyes narrow and darken further. Just needs another little push. I reach behind me and cup his balls in my hand as I rub my clit against his shaft. He’s leaking like a fucking faucet, and I roll my hips.
“You’re so hard. Does it hurt? Is my messy little boy toy going to spill himself all over this stomach? Do you think you’ve earned my pussy yet?”
His beautiful, silvery-blue irises go pitch black, and he roars, “Enough!”