24. Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Four
Rory
The last few days had been a whirlwind, an overload of information my brain was struggling to understand.
Devils, demons, backstabbing family. Fights to the death. Who knew my life would have come to this?
At least Carlotta was safe. That was the main thing, and she need not know of anything that had happened. She didn’t even need to know Zeke or his family were demons.
The thing was, he’d become such a big part of our lives. To lose him and her grandfather would be a blow, but what should I do?
I’d spoken to her, and she’d asked to stay at the villa for a few more days.
Ernesto was dying, probably within days, and as much as I wanted her with me, she loved him and did not know of the events surrounding the past few days.
The threats to her life and mine were no longer there, and Isadora had promised to take good care of her for the rest of her stay.
Zeke and I stayed local in case anything further happened, but the sense of relief and exhaustion was overwhelming.
I stayed in bed for at least a day, mostly sleeping but eating very little. Zeke had held me while I slept. I knew I was safe with him.
On the second day, he entered the bedroom and threw a towel at me.
“Get up and shower. You stink.”
The fucking nerve of the guy. The day of the fight, he’d come back reeking of blood and sweat. I hadn’t told him to shower and had taken him into my arms, eliciting comfort from his powerful arms.
He had a point, though. I did smell, and the sheets could do with changing too. I’d wallowed for long enough. It was time to live again.
Fully refreshed, I followed my nose to a mountain of food on the table, steaming hot coffee in a pot on the stove.
“Sit, and I’ll grab the bread from the oven.”
I did as he said, delicious aromas filling my senses. My stomach grumbled in response. Fuck, I was starving.
I piled a plate and tucked in, and the taste sensations exploded on my tongue. I couldn’t help but moan at the hot bread. It was so good.
It was only as I buttered the third piece I noticed him staring. “What? I was hungry.” I placed another piece in my mouth, dripping with melting butter. I wiped my chin.
“I can see that.”
“You should try some. It’s divine.” I leant across the table and held a piece in front of him. “Come on. Try it.”
He opened his mouth and took it from me, his teeth grazing my fingers. He licked them clean one for one. For the first time in days, I remembered the mating. My mind had been so full of Carlotta and how I’d almost lost her, all thoughts of Zeke and his demon had flown from my mind.
“You like that?” I asked. Sexual tension filled the room. I was sure we both felt it. The air was charged, almost crackling with the intensity.
I picked up an olive and sucked it into my mouth. He watched every moment, his eyes dark with desire. I chose another and fed it to him. He lapped at my fingers again. I palmed my dick, pressing as hard as I could. Please let me last longer than I had before.
That had been an embarrassment I wanted to forget.
I stood, stepped in front of him, and lowered myself on his lap, my legs on either side of his thighs.
I reached behind me, selected a grape, and took a bite.
I fed him the other half. I did it again, but this time with a piece of cheese, then salami.
He took every morsel, chewing slowly and watching my every movement.
It had been days since we’d done anything. The last kiss we’d shared had been the day of the attack, and I missed it. Missed his lips, missed the taste of him.
I brushed my lips against his and rested my arms on his shoulders. He gripped my arse and pulled me close, his hard-on flush with mine.
I never thought being with a man would feel like this. So raw and real. Not that I was insulting my lovemaking with Mia. Sex with her had been amazing, but this was completely different. It had a force behind it, a strength I craved.
I didn’t want to be held or treated with kid gloves. I longed someone to dominate me, to take the lead, to give me what I craved.
Dominance.
I kissed him again, and all the pent-up emotion I’d felt the last few days welled up inside me. Tears I’d held back spilt from my eyes, wetting his face.
He broke away and gently wiped my cheeks, then kissed them. “You need someone to care for you. To give you what you need.”
“I’m not a China doll. I won’t break,” I whispered.
“I know, but I won’t be rough either. Come, let’s go to bed, and I’ll do all the things you want me to. I know what you need.”
Without breaking a sweat, he hoisted me in his arms, carried me to the bedroom, and placed me gently on the now clean sheets.
In no time, my shorts lay on the floor with his. This time would be different. I knew that. Not because he wanted it that way but because I needed it to be different.
I needed him in a way that would not only satisfy my curiosity but also my needs. If only I knew what they were.
As he crawled up the bed, my body vibrated with anticipation, my heart beating hard. I squirmed, unsure what he’d do next.
But I didn’t need to worry. He lay on his side next to me, his head resting on his hand. He trailed the other up my body, igniting every nerve ending in its path.
“You’re so beautiful. Your skin is so soft, and I love the small freckles on your arms. Most of all, though, I love this.”
He touched my hair, caressing the curls I loathed. I had done so since boyhood.
“You always run your fingers through it when you’re nervous or agitated, and when you take off the motorcycle helmet, I want to stop you doing it so I can look at you all dishevelled.
I like that look on you. “You’re probably not used to talk like this, but I think you need it.
You’ve been alone for so long it’s time someone told you how sexy you are. I want to kiss every part of you.”
A shiver ran through me as he nuzzled into my neck and kissed behind my ear, and then the hand was back, stroking down my sides and across my stomach.
I ached for him to touch me more, and as if he’d heard my thoughts, he continued his exploration, caressing gently. He brushed his fingers across my chest, circling my nipple. It stood erect, and when he pinched it, the sting shot straight to my cock.
He did it again, and I closed my eyes and groaned. I arched my back, canting my hips, begging without words to touch me where it mattered. But again, he didn’t.
“Are you trying to kill me?” I said through gritted teeth.
“No, I’m taking my time.” He nibbled on my earlobe and moved his hand dangerously close to the tip of my cock, now resting on my stomach. A steady stream of pre-cum leaked onto it, and he drew his fingers through it, smearing it around.
“This is so unfair. I can’t touch you.”
“You don’t need to. Not yet anyway. There’s plenty more I want to do to you, but don’t worry. I’ll take it slowly.”
What did he mean by that? What was he taking slowly?
“Turn over,” he instructed, and I did as he said, my head buried in the pillows.
He sat on my thighs, his legs on either side, his cock nudging my crack. This was it. He was going to fuck me, and for a moment, I panicked, but I needn’t have worried.
Firm hands massaged my back. He started at my shoulders, rubbing each one in turn. He moved down my arms to my elbows, working the skin. All the tension I’d carried over the past few days melted away until I was a boneless mess beneath him.
His hands skimmed my sides, and I bucked, almost throwing him off, but I was ticklish, and he’d found the right spot.
“Please don’t do that again.”
“What? This?” The fucker did it again, and this time I couldn’t stop the laughter.
“Stop it. I’ll pee myself.”
Thankfully, he stopped but continued his way down my back until he reached my backside. He kneaded each buttock, firm presses that dug right into my muscles. There was no pain, just pressure. It forced my still hard cock into the bed, further stimulating the already pulsing need within me.
He spread my cheeks, and I clenched, hiding myself from him. No one had even looked at me there, but here was Zeke wanting to touch me, and slowly I released. He’d never hurt me. I had to trust him.
He sucked his finger into his mouth, the sound obscene.
“Can I?” he asked, and I was grateful for his consideration. I’d have lost it had he just pushed into me.
I nodded, not able to use my words, and winced as he inserted the tip of his finger.
Who knew it would feel so alien? Little by little, he pushed harder.
He worked his finger in and out, fucking me ever so slowly.
Once the initial shock had worn off and the sting had abated, I enjoyed the sensation, rolling my hips, letting him go deeper with every thrust.
“You like that?” he asked, his lips by my ear.
“I love it. I’m ready for more.”
I arched my back again and opened for him, encouraging him to add more. One finger became two. My breathing became heavier as my arousal grew.
“I will fuck you, Rory. Make no mistake, but today I’m showing you how good it can feel to have something inside you.”
I remembered the conversation about his tail, and my balls tingled at the thought. Was I brave enough to ask him?
But life was too short. Things could change in the blink of an eye.
“Fuck me with your tail.” I couldn’t believe I’d said the words, but it was too late to take them back.
“Do you want that?”
“I do,” I panted. “I need to feel it inside me.”
For a moment, I thought he’d deny my request, and I looked up from the pillows. Zeke stood at the side of the bed, close to me. His horns stood erect, and the tail I craved wrapped itself around his legs.
“It really has a mind of its own.” I watched with wonder as it snaked towards me. Long and thin, it slithered up my legs, heading for its destination.
I groaned as the rough scales of the tail slithered along my naked skin, igniting a path.
Zeke resumed his position, his body pinning my thighs to the bed. Strong hands parted my cheeks and exposed my eager hole to him. All shame I’d felt before had gone, a thrill now rushing through me. I clenched the pillows in my hand, ready for the pain.
His tail was definitely thicker than two fingers, but as it wriggled home, I felt nothing but a rush of elation. It delved deeper, probing and exploring, undulating inside me.
Zeke’s tongue, wet and hot, lapped at the breached hole, adding to the sensation. It was more than I could bear. The tail stroked my prostate, heightening the pleasure. A flush of excitement spread through me, and once more, I ground against the sheets.
Faster and faster, I moved as the tail fucked me deeper. My balls tightened, and my cock shot its load on the bed.
I glanced over my shoulder. Zeke was wanking furiously, his tail pumping into me. Another orgasm was building in my balls. Never in my life had that happened, and when Zeke erupted, his hot release splattering my back, I shot again.
Jesus fucking Christ. I’d never experienced sex like that in my life.
As all my senses left me, I collapsed back into the pillows, completely and utterly sated. I barely felt the tail leave me, but as a cool rush of air hit me, I immediately missed the fullness I’d felt.
I whimpered, and before I could ask, Zeke’s fingers replaced his tail. I sighed, taking comfort from them inside me.
A warm hand rubbed my shoulders. “I’ll always know what you need, baby. Now sleep.” He lay next to me, his fingers gently soothing as they moved inside me.
I purred, more content than I’d ever been. Zeke had opened me up to emotions I’d never felt, and if life with him could be like this forever, I’d happily become his mate. Fuck the consequences.
I knew without a doubt that I belonged with him. I might have known it from the start, deep in my subconscious. There’d always been a draw, a connection, a bond. I’d never been in any danger. He’d always made me feel safe. Was that enough?
Did it need to be any more complicated? I didn’t need to seek anyone’s blessing. Carlotta had all but mentioned she was fine with us being together. It had only ever been my inner voice that had cast doubt on the situation.
After the last few days, I’d realised how much he’d been willing to sacrifice for the sake of my family. Even his brother had stepped up to the plate.
Who else had ever done that for me?
I finally drifted off to sleep, knowing that Zeke was my mate. He was the one I’d grow old with. He was the one I’d spend the rest of my natural life with. He was the one who would give me what I needed.
A home. A life. A mate.