Chapter Sixty-Two #2
I heard him. But I didn’t. Staring up at a god of the sun, at a lethal assaulter, never having seen him from this angle, I didn’t realize every part of my body was humming until I licked my lips.
His eyes tracked my tongue. Then he issued orders. “Put your hands on my waistband and pull my boxers halfway down. But don’t use that mouth on me, woman. And don’t fucking handle my cock unless I give permission. Understood?”
“Yes.” My gaze dropped to his impossibly huge erection.
“Now, woman.”
Desire flared, a current of electric anticipation zinged through my nerves, and I reached for his boxers.
But then the tips of my fingers brushed against a part of his body I’d never touched, and the heat of his skin, soft but firm over hardened muscles, made my mind short-circuit. A moan rattled up my throat, and I leaned forward to put my mouth on the deep V that disappeared under his waistband.
My hair was instantly gripped, and my head was yanked back.
A six-foot-six Delta operator growled. “Boxers.”
An intoxicating, stinging pain ripped across my scalp, but then tingling heat spread from the point of contact of his grip, and I slowly pulled his boxers halfway down.
Dark red and huge and pierced straight through, the head of his cock sprang out toward me.
I gasped.
He groaned. “That’s an apadravya.”
Oh. My God.
The sheer size of him was unfathomable, but the bead of clear liquid pooling at the tip of his cock, as a shiny barbell caught the light, was hypnotizing. Saliva filled my mouth, I forgot how to breathe, and my hands trembled as my nipples became two points of peaked pain.
Then all at once, punishing jealousy flared.
Helios. Pierced.
How many women had experienced his apadravya?
How many women had felt his massive cock inside them?
I didn’t even want to think about how many had come before me, especially when I had this sudden relentless need to taste him.
I didn’t want this jealousy. I didn’t want his past. I wanted to be the only woman he’d ever been with despite knowing his dominance, control and expertise—all of which I was benefiting from—had come at the price of his experience, training, and a life lived.
I was far too late to be his first anything, but it didn’t stop the possessiveness crawling all over me like fire ants.
Or the question of why he’d pierced himself. “Did it hurt?”
“Not as much as it’s going to hurt you.” He slid his hand to the side of my face. “At first.”
“At first,” I repeated, wanting so badly to taste the drop now running down the head, past the piercing. A piercing that had pleasured other women. Oh my God, I needed these thoughts to stop.
“Your fucking tells are showing, woman.” That same thumb that he’d dragged over his lips swept across mine. “You like this view?”
So torturously much. “Yes.”
“You like being on your knees for me?”
More than I ever could’ve imagined. “Yes.”
“Good. You know what I’m gonna do to this mouth?
” He shoved his thumb between my lips. “These tits?” Pulling his thumb out before I could suck it, he reached lower and pinched one of my nipples.
“Those fucking hips?” Jerking his chin toward my waist, he didn’t wait for a response.
“I’m gonna claim every fucking inch of this sweet body. ”
Saliva on my lips, desire dripping from my core, need relentlessly throbbing, jealousy rained down over all of it. “What do I get to do to you?”
His smirk, the one I had secretly loved until this very moment, tipped up the side of his mouth. “You’re already fucking doing it, woman.”
I expounded on my question. “What do I get to do that other women haven’t?”
His expression turned lethal, and his dominance exploded. “Drop my fucking boxers, then stand.” He let go of my face, but not my hair.
Without fanfare, I pulled down his boxers, then stood—and got gut punched. There it was, sitting on the bathroom counter, but it was bigger. So much bigger it glinted.
Hardware.
Another version of the jewelry currently piercing his cock was lying near the sink, but it was twice the thickness in width on the bar part, and the balls on the end were easily four times as large.
My eyes welled, and I ducked my head as I crossed my arms over my breasts.
“Not fucking happening.” Kicking away his boxers, Helios gripped my chin and jerked my head up. “Drop your arms. Right now, woman. You don’t fucking hide from me.”
I thought I knew humiliation. But being naked and zip-tied had not felt like this.
My head forced up, but my will still my own, I lowered my arms. But I’d closed my eyes.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
I fought it. I did. For a single heartbeat. Then my eyes were open, and my jealousy was on full display.
“Start talking.” His voice hard, his tone unforgiving, it wasn’t a request.
“You have a larger piece of…” My eyes shot toward the jewelry. “Hardware. On the counter.”
“Which part of that statement made you cover your tits?”
All of it. “Do you usually wear the larger one?”
“Yeah, but I swapped it out after we showered.”
I couldn’t swallow past the mess of emotion lodged in my throat, let alone breathe. “Why?”
“So I don’t rip the shit out of you when I fuck you.”
Truculent and tender. The two sides of Helios had never been more blatantly palpable than in that single sentence, but jealousy was a ruthless bitch, and I was still drowning in it.
My heart hammering, my voice shook. “But you left it in for other women?”
His expression changed in a nanosecond. From lethal anger to impenetrable Delta operator. Then he spoke in a commanding voice that held zero emotion. “Tell me exactly what you’re jealous of.”
“You’ve slept with other women. I’ll never be your first anything.” But he would be my first everything.
Neither his tone nor his expression changed. “I’m ten years older than you, and I fucked women. I didn’t sleep with them. Never spent the night next to any woman except you.”
“I…” Did that make me feel better? “I don’t know what to say to that.” It was like pouring water on burned flesh. Yes, it did make me feel better. But I was still burning.
“You wouldn’t have wanted to be the first woman I fucked, Feralyn.”
All warning, no emotion, my name used in that impassive tone, I didn’t know what to make of his response except that I knew Helios didn’t lie to me. “I think you’re trying to spare my feelings.”
“I’m stating reality. Can’t fucking change the past.”
“No.” Hoping to ward off my own past, I closed my eyes. “We can’t.”
A careful caress of his rough fingers skated across my cheek. “Get your jealousy out. Say what you gotta say, woman. Then I’ll give you real.”
I looked back up at him. “I’m just… jealous.” That was the beginning and end of it.
“I fucking see that.”
“Are you angry?” I couldn’t read him at all right now.
“No. I’m giving you space to get this shit out so you can make room for what I’m about to tell you.”
Oh God. “That bad?”
He didn’t move. He didn’t blink. His penetrating stare didn’t waver.
Feeling every ounce of the heat coming off his body, his command from the ocean came back to me.
Fucking commit.
“Okay.” I wanted to reach for the protector I’d spent the past eight years with, but this was new. This wasn’t the Helios I lounged on the couch with or worked out with. This was… the new us. Nodding, I kept still, but every nerve in my body was lit with apprehension. “I’m ready.”
The warfighter in front of me studied my face as his chest rose and fell once.
Then heated, raw hunger bled into his gaze, and he morphed into pure carnal sexuality as his tone turned as dark as the storm in his eyes.
“One. I have never let a woman undress me. You have that first. Two. I got my apadravya eight years ago. Initial hardware was the one I have in now. Later, I sized down in gauge to the one on the counter.” Palming my cheeks, sinking his fingers into my hair, he gripped me tight and lowered his face toward mine.
Then his voice bled sheer dominance. “Three, and most fucking important. No woman’s ever gotten my pierced cock. ”
My heart perished, my soul got caught in a painted sunrise, and I stood there.
He gave me tender. “I haven’t been without hardware since I got pierced. You fucking feel me now?”
Not one, not two, but three.
Three firsts.
All given to me by a sun god warrior.
Jealousy perished, love bloomed, and I nodded.
He slammed his mouth over mine.