Chapter 14 #2
“Oh, please, it’s no big deal. Lots of women don’t orgasm. Mostly because we have more important shit to do with our lives.” It takes every ounce of self control not to laugh at that.
“And yet…with everything happening in yours, I still made you scream my name.” My little chosen rolls her eyes, making a big show of it by doing it in slow motion.
“Get over yourself. It was less about you and more about my very cool dream.”
“Of me,” I interrupt, reaching back behind my head and pulling my shirt off before throwing it somewhere behind me.
“Of someone who may or may not look a tiny bit like you.” She’s cute when she lies.
Slipping the leather of my belt through the hoops, I unhook the buckle and slide it all the way off before folding it in two and snapping it together like the jaws of a deadly animal before it attacks.
“Care to make a little wager?” I place the belt beside her leg like a warning, enjoying the way she’s eyeing it as if it might actually bite her if she’s not careful.
“No.” Her gaze meets mine as she tries to scramble back to the headboard but her eyes get stuck on the movement of my hands as I pop off the buttons of my jeans. My vines wrap around her wrists, loose enough so she can break free but tight enough to send a clear message.
“You sure about that?” Once the fly of my jeans is open wide, I stop there, giving her a peek at what I have to offer.
“No.” She’s staring at my crotch and with every second of attention she gives, my dick grows harder and bigger and hungrier for her.
“So you do want to make a wager?” With both hands and knees on my mattress, I prowl toward my chosen on all fours, determined to make her remember who we are together.
“I–what? What are you doing?” Her eyes land on my bare chest, my tattoos telling an entire story that dates back two thousand years.
“The only true goal in my life is to make you happy, Sage. Is that so bad?” She blinks as though trying to snap out of her daze when our eyes lock.
“When you put it that way, I guess not.” She stops scrambling, freezing in anticipation of my next words. Waiting. Wanting.
“Strip.”
To my surprise, Sage doesn’t argue as her hands go to her waist and she sheds her flowy black skirt right alongside her panties, then crosses her arms and slides off her purple top.
“Such a good girl. Leave your charms on, I like the sound of them.” Before she flings her clothes off the bed, I catch them in mid-flight, bringing them to my nose and inhaling like a fucking addict. It’s all her. Earthy and fresh and fucking delicious.
My words and actions have her relaxing, her body losing most of its rigidity. These are the moments our souls recognize one another. When even the hex can’t fight the attraction that sizzles between us.
“Now spread your legs and get comfortable, Satapti. I’m about to get my fill of you.
” Again, she complies without a second thought.
Reaching back, her hands clamp down on the headboard, my vines spreading out, and her knees fall to the side, giving me a bewitching view of her pussy, open and inviting. Ready for the taking.
Tearing my eyes from the sight of her laid out for only me, I raise my gaze to hers and pop a brow.
“When I make you come, again, you’ll admit that this pussy is mine. That no matter how much this hex makes you hate me, your pretty little cunt has and always will belong to only me.”
I don’t give her a chance to smart-mouth me. My shoulders invade the space between her legs as my arms curl around her thighs and the pads of my fingers dig into her velvety flesh.
As my lips meet hers, I get my first full taste in way too long.
Last time I feasted on her, she was asleep, dreaming of me, wishing for me.
This time, her full attention is on my tongue lapping up her cum as she writhes against my face, wetting my cheeks and chin and nose.
Her scent is everywhere, like walking into a garden in full bloom following the first spring showers.
The more I devour her, the more this hunger becomes a living, breathing entity.
Like a starving beast, I lick and bite and suck on every inch of her cunt. I eat her flesh and I suck on her plump lips like she’s the last meal I’ll ever have.
Every one of her moans fuels my need. Every time she thrusts toward me, my appetite grows larger than life. The demon in me is raging, demanding I pull out my cock and spear her, take her, dominate her until she’s just a shell of her hexed self.
“Zelos.” The way my name spills from her plump lips only feeds my demon’s hunger.
“Say it again.” I don’t recognize my voice as I pull her closer, needing my tongue to go deeper, own every inch of her cunt, feel every drop of her cum on my lips.
“Zelos.”
Fucking hell, I’m done for.
Rising to my knees, I pull her up and up so that her ass is high in the air, perfect for my mouth. My right hand releases her thigh and guides it over my shoulder so I can push two fingers inside her.
The long moan of pleasure that roars from her mouth is like a shot of pure adrenaline into my veins. I curl my fingers, reaching for that sweet spot that will have her begging me for more as my lips trap her clit, sucking and biting and teasing.
Sage’s body shakes with want while I fuck her with my mouth and my hand. The sight of her has never been more beautiful. More stunning. More fucking addictive.
“Give it to me, Sage. Give me that fucking orgasm, right now.”
And fuck my life, she does not disappoint.
Moving only the tips of my fingers as she clamps down on my hand with every muscle in her lower body, I suckle at the steady stream of her orgasm coating my skin and my lips.
Her hands slap at the sheets, nails scratching at the fabric as though it could save her from the all-consuming pleasure I’m giving her.
Spoiler alert…it can’t. Nothing will.
“Your pleasure is mine. Your screams are mine. The way your body begs for more is all fucking mine.”
I lick up every drop and beg her for more as I continue fucking her with my index and middle fingers. She screams and curses and orders me not to stop. As if I could.
It’s only when she collapses that I dial back my vigorous fucking. Little by little, I bring her down from sharp bites to lingering licks. From searching out her G-spot to brushing the inner walls of her pussy.
When all I hear are her panting breaths, I place a loving kiss on her clit and flick it once with my tongue just to feel her convulse one final time.
Satisfied with my work, I put her back down with gentle moves and run my tongue up her slit again for good measure before giving her my full attention.
“Say it, Satapti.”
To my utter delight, she doesn’t even hesitate.
“My pussy is yours.”
I don’t know how long we lie there, consumed by the moment we just shared. My dick is throbbing but I’ll have to take care of that later when I shower. For now, we have important shit that needs to get done and this pent up frustration will be an asset in our upcoming war.
We get dressed in a daze and I find myself wishing I could take her in my arms and make love to her body, to her soul, to every part of her existence. But that’s not an option as long as she’s compelled to hate me.
Just as we’re taking our first steps down the stairs, my body goes rigid.
“Well, well, well…what’ve we got here?” Damn it all to Hades. This was the calm before the storm. Slash being here means reasonable Sage is about to exit left because I’m about to get a whole lot of shit for having a woman in my house.
“Go home, Slash.” I place a hand at the small of Sage’s back but she just accelerates down the stairs. I’m hoping Slash picks up on the tension and gives us a few minutes before making everything about him. It’s his special talent.
“Oh, brother. I don’t think so.” He doesn’t pick up on shit. Obviously.
“He’s all yours!” I heave a sigh, silently berating my chosen for giving Slash a bone.
“Trust me, he hasn’t blown a load in over three decades. He’s not nearly done with you yet.” He thinks he’s funny but he won’t when I punch him hard enough to jostle his last surviving brain cell.
“Slash.” My warning is clear and I hope to fuck he hears it.
“Hack.” Motherfucker. Why does he have to be so damn stubborn?
“And I’m Sage. Are we all introduced now?”
“Sage, huh? That’s a new one, I like it. The prodigal chosen returns!”
Sage and I both react at the same time.
“Yes.”
“So I’ve been told.” After the orgasm I just gave her, she could show a little more gratitude.
“Welcome back, Sage. We’ve met a few times but I’m guessing you don’t remember.”
“No, I’m sorry. I’ve just learned about…everything.”
“Come on, Satapti, I’ve got drinks in the fridge. I’m sure you’re thirsty.” I can still taste her on my mouth and drinking or eating anything that would take that away feels like an insult.
Guiding her to the couch, I bend down at the waist and reach for the blinds behind her. Our faces are so close, I can feel her breath on my lips.
“Just keep your…” Her eyes lower to my mouth and I don’t think she realizes that her tongue darts out and licks a path across her bottom lip. “Mouth away from mine.”
I don’t kiss her, even though my body is begging for one more taste. Instead, I let my words whisper against her lips. “I’ll do my best.”
Then, I turn to Slash. “Get the brothers here. We’ve got a situation.”
Ten minutes later, Sage is still sitting on the couch, her hands under her ass as though she’s trying to keep herself in check, staring up at four demons.
“You’re all so big.” At Sage’s awe-filled words, my chest rumbles with my growl.
“Satapti, please don’t make me kill my brothers. It would complicate things.” It goes without saying that all three fuckers snort their laughter as though my threat is mere fantasy.
“Fine but I need to figure out how to save my best friend and this meet and greet isn’t helping me much.”
“How can we help? Whatever you need, Sage, we’re at your service.”