Chapter 30 Callie #2
“Fuck but you are tight. Poor little human, you were not made to accommodate gods. No matter, we will just have to forge our own path, won’t we?”
The rough half growled words were mocking and he punctuated his statement by withdrawing nearly completely and then thrusting back in, forcing me to take him, splitting me in half, remaking me.
I shuddered, my eyes squeezed tightly shut and raised my hips to meet him, desperate for the unending pressure to end but unwilling to stop.
My skin was slick with sweat, my breath came in fast pants.
I felt like a ticking bomb primed to explode, the heat building and building where we were joined.
With every inch he edged me closer. The height I was climbing was impossible and I was terrified of the drop but so eager for it in the same breath.
The push and pull of fear and anticipation had me twisting under him, my moans turning into desperate whimpers that Rathal shushed softly.
“Easy. Nearly there. Here, let me just…” he rose up, grabbing me by my hips in an iron but gentle grip and lifted me until my legs draped over his thighs and my pelvis was angled up for deeper penetration.
The satisfied hum that escaped his throat had my eyes opening so I could see his dark muscular form, made more dramatic by the low lighting over his collection.
He was a hulking shadow god between my legs, the white of his fangs gleaming in contrast as he bared them at me in a self-satisfied grin.
“That’s it, wife, watch me take you and make you mine all over again,” he commanded harshly, dark laughter sinking into my skin. He bowed over me, his hips surging forward and the pressure exploded as he buried himself until our hips met with a dull slap.
Rathal huffed a breath, staring at where I was stretched around him, his eyes like two hot coals in the dark.
“Now that is a sight that belongs in a museum.” He tilted his head back and groaned, pressing harder into me, grinding us together.
“Better and better each time. You feel so good, Callie.” He pulled out and pushed back in a slow glide that had us moaning in unison.
“So good. I am undone.” He pulled in a deep breath and looked back down at me, the muscles on his arms flexing rigid like corded steel under velvet fur.
His grip on my hips tightened until it flirted on the edge of pain.
“Forgive me for this. Yet again, my control is waning,” he exhaled.
It was all the warning I was given before he moved.
It was not gentle or slow. He powered into me in hard thrusts, his teeth bared as he used his hands on my hips to jerk me into him in forceful counter thrusts that rattled my teeth.
I smacked my palms hard against the cool floor for stability and held on for dear life.
The slow fire he’d been building exploded into an inferno, heat infused my veins as the pressure peaked.
I tensed, every muscle rigid, waiting for the fall that didn’t come.
It just kept building. Pressure and heat climbing every time he bottomed out until the only sounds I could utter were desperate cries for more, for it to end, for him not to stop.
He laughed, dark and sinful, rutting into me. “Yes. That’s right. Beg me. Beg for your pleasure.”
The pressure cracked, broke me open like the breaking of a world, and pleasure flooded out. I screamed, eyes snapping shut, back arching, muscles rigid, and came so hard that stars exploded behind my eyelids.
Rathal shouted a curse, plunged into me hard once, twice, and then rammed himself as hard into me as he could and held there.
A ragged roar tore from him and liquid heat filled me, spilling over and dripping to the floor beneath us.
His release edged mine into terrifying heights, until even my screams were silenced and my breath caught in my lungs.
We ground together, pressing in short jerking waves until the pleasure slowly receded enough for me to open my eyes and left us panting and staring at each other in shock.
Sweat dripped off me, my body overheated from the flush of pleasure still echoing through me.
Rathal straightened, blew out a deep breath and loosened his hold on my hips enough that it didn’t feel like he was trying to crush me to him. His body relaxed, and he laughed softly under his breath. “Well. So much for being slow and methodical.”
I laughed with him, my head flopping to the side with a tired sigh.
He stroked my thigh and hummed thoughtfully. “I don’t have anything to clean you with, so I’m afraid there is only one thing to do.”
“Huh?” I muttered, looking back up at him only to groan when he pulled out, leaving me oddly hollow.
More liquid dripped out of me and I grimaced at the sensation.
The clean up was never in the romance novels I read.
Not a single freaking one. Buckets of cum and a couple merrily falling asleep together.
Gross. I needed a bathroom and a shower. Stat.
“Come my dear, I have a surprise for you,” Rathal said, shifting and scooping me up in one movement before surging to his feet. I yelped at the sudden change in position, my arms coming up instinctually to wrap around his neck for stability.
Rathal chuckled and strode across the museum towards the door. As we were entering the long creepy tomb hallway he looked down at me, smug male humor all over his lupine face. “So. How did you like my collection?”