Chapter 16
SIXTEEN
Penny
Asher changes before my eyes, his demonic magic spreading across his body like an ember stripping away his mortal form and revealing the bright gold scales, the two horns above his brow.
I loose a breath as he opens his eyes, the soft blue-gray replaced with a fiery amber immediately pinning me to my seat.
“You are so handsome.” I mutter, undoing the buttons of his shirt and leaning to place a kiss on every exposed scale. “So fucking sexy.”
He chuckles, the sound cut off with a growl as I dip lower to tug his shirt free from his trousers. “Careful, Princess, you’re playing with fire.”
“Maybe that’s exactly what I want.” My hands slide back up and over his shoulders, letting his shirt fall to the floor.
Asher rolls his shoulders, and with a shimmer of magic his wings appear, nearly filling half of the kitchen. So, the whole myth about wingspan is true.
Immediately the air shifts, and he reaches down to palm my ass and then pulls me to the edge of the countertop, settling further between my legs. He runs his hands up and down my thighs, moving my dress until it’s bunching up at my hips and my thin black lace panties are visible.
“Did you wear these for me?” He asks as he drags his finger along the elastic, his knuckle brushing over my sex.
I nod, my mouth going dry at the gravel in his voice.
“Tell me.” Asher leans close until his nose brushes against mine, “Use your words.”
“I did.” I mutter, resisting the urge to kiss him, and failing as I let my bottom lip brush against his. “I wanted you to take them off of me with your teeth.”
He pulls the material further away from my skin, the cool air making it clear how wet I am for this man. “Were they expensive?”
I shake my head, and the fabric rips, his fingertips gliding up and down along the entrance of my pussy, gathering up my slick before rubbing my clit.
“I’ll buy you new ones.” He drops to his knees and pushes my legs apart and buries his face between my thighs.
I double over at the sensation, running my fingers through his hair, my palm brushing against his horns.
Asher groans and laps at my pussy with firm strokes. He dips tongue between my folds and makes my insides twist with desire, my senses rushing to keep up with the mounting pressure.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper and lean back, using an arm to brace myself against the counter while shoving his head further until I can feel the rough breaths against my flesh.
“I am addicted to the way you taste.” He grunts out and pins me with those gold eyes before opening his mouth a little wider and slipping his tongue inside of me.
I arch my back, feeding into the sensation, riding his face as his nose brushes against my clit in the most delicious way. “Asher, oh—I’m going to come.” I chant as my orgasm builds quickly, my legs twitching as he continues to lap at my cunt.
“Give it to me.” He says, his fingertips squeezing my inner thighs while he covers my pussy with his mouth. “Do you think you can give me another one?”
I shake my head, “I don’t know.”
The flick of this tongue quickly turns sharp, pleasure laced with pain, the sensation pushing me forward as the familiar feeling builds deep in my core. My entire world shrinks until I’m focused on my next breath, Asher’s mouth bringing me closer to the edge then pulling away.
“I can feel it.” He hums. “I need it.”
The vibration pushes me over, warmth flooding between my legs as my release takes over. I can barely form a word let alone a cohesive thought.
As I come back to earth, Asher stands, his tongue darting out along his glistening chin. “You’re such a good girl for me.”
“Did I—?” I ask, looking down at the tile floor beneath us.
He nods, kissing my neck and biting at my shoulder.
The realization makes me giggle, my hands tugging his belt free and shoving his pants down around his hips until he’s standing there in his black boxer briefs.
“Maybe tonight is the night I’ll be able to take them both.” I lean forward and bite his shoulder.
“I don’t want to hurt you. Let’s make that a New Year’s resolution.”
“You’re no fun.” I fake pout and pull down the waistband of his boxers, letting his cocks hang free between us.
My eyes are definitely bigger than my pussy, but I’ve always had that problem. I didn’t put a second thought into his size when I was in heat, but now that I’m not cock drunk, I can see how much of a challenge they are even with the thin layer of natural lubricant.
I glide my hands over his shaft, dragging out a moan as I lick my fingertips. It’s a little salty, which has me wondering what his cum tastes like.
“Fuck, Princess, you’re driving me wild.” He moves closer until his cocks rest against my pussy.
I lean back until the bottom one notches against my entrance, rocking my hips to tease him.
Asher grabs my waist to steady me and surges forward, seating his lower cock deep inside of me. Each thrust lights me up from within, my clit so sensitive every drag of his second cock is blissful torture.
He keeps a measured pace, his breath ragged in my ear like he’s holding back.
I wrap my arms around his neck, my hands drift to his shoulders and along his wings, while his palms kneed my thighs.
Asher seems to snap and ruts into me, each thrust leaving me breathless, my hands flying to his back as I hold on for dear life. His teeth graze along the curve of my shoulder, a tease and a promise.
“Do it.” I whimper, “Mark me. Claim me. I’m yours.”
There’s a pinch from the point in his canines, the pain triggering another orgasm, this one more gentle. A calm amidst the storm, grounding me as he buries himself deep inside me and finds his own release.
“Oh,” I pant out, “can we make that our new tradition?”
“Whatever you want,” Asher chuckles and kisses away the sting in my shoulder, drawing his lips up along the column of my throat. “Merry Christmas, Princess.”
I smile, my palms splaying across his shoulder blades, “Merry Christmas.”
Turns out you can and should ask the universe for what you want, but if you’re really lucky, it will give you exactly what you need.