Chapter Twelve
Sage
“Are you staring at me? Because I can feel you staring at me.” My eyes are closed and I’m more comfortable than I remember being for the longest time.
A heavy arm is resting against my hip from behind me so his fingers can draw lazy circles on the front of my thigh, and without looking, I just know the other one is holding up his gorgeous head as he watches me sleep. Well, not so much now that I’m awake.
“I am.” That’s it, no explanation, no fanciful words. Just the pure and simple truth of the matter.
“Well stop. It’s creepy.” It’s not, and there’s no venom in my tone, more of a playful smirk.
“Satapti, you have no idea.” He chuckles at the same time something begins tracing its way up my leg. From my ankle, up my calf, around my knee, then it stops moving when it reaches mid-thigh and slides down again, repeating this over and over.
It’s featherlight, barely a tickle, but the sensation is goosebump inducing and it makes me shiver.
I thought that spending all night fucking like our lives depended on it would mean my poor vagina would be hating me a little while she rejoices at all the orgasms. I thought wrong, because she’s raring to go again, throbbing with the delicious need to be filled by my soul mate’s giant demon cock.
“Mmm,” I moan as the vines that have been stroking up and down my legs begin to wrap around my ankles, while more appear from the head of the bed for my wrists. I squeal when the vines yank my hands from beneath my cheek and hold them above my head.
“Still creepy?” His deep whisper in my ear as his vines twist me onto my back, spreading me wide open, is just one more thing to make me squirm in anticipation.
“Always.” I smile up at him now, where he’s climbed on top of me, his hard cock resting against my stomach.
He huffs a laugh and that smile melts my insides more than I thought possible. Seeing him this carefree is new, and I want to keep it forever.
Leaning his face close to mine, our mouths are barely a millimeter apart, he just stays there while our eyes have an undeclared staring contest into each other’s souls.
His tongue pokes out; I can feel it, barely there against my lips as he teases me.
I can’t move because his vines have worked their way across my forehead, holding me in place, so I poke out my tongue too, relishing in the contact before he pulls away with mock-disapproval.
“Greedy little goddess, aren’t you?”
I bat my lashes and give him the dirtiest, most evil grin, hoping to all the gods that I don’t look stupid.
“Yes, I am.” Never going to stop being weird that I’m a demi-goddess and now fully-fledged witch.
“I guess I should teach you some restraint then.” The lust in his eyes makes his lids heavy and he takes a deep breath, letting loose a growl on the exhale, as if keeping himself held back too.
“I don’t think I’m going to like this game, am I?” After twenty-nine orgasmless years, I feel like I’ve practiced enough sexual restraint to last a lifetime.
“If I do it right, you’ll fucking love it, Satapti.” Another growl and he buries his face into my neck, biting at the soft flesh that connects to my shoulder.
The action sends a buzz straight to my nipples and my clit, making them more eager to be touched, pinched, bitten…I don’t care, as long as he quenches this growing need.
One of his hands comes up to collar my throat, his palm gently pressing against my chest as his lips begin to move from my neck to my shoulder. The vine restraints feel like child’s play compared to the feeling of his large hand in this position.
His lips, teeth, and tongue make their way across my collar bone…the side that isn’t covered by his heavy palm. My nipples are begging for attention by the time he reaches my breasts, but he ignores them, instead circling them, only allowing me to feel his breath over them.
It’s maddening and I arch my back a little, trying to push them into his face. He chuckles and continues to ignore them, then, just as I’m about to cry out in frustration, he clamps his mouth over one and sucks.
“Oh Goddess, yes!” I feel like my eyes are rolling into the back of my head, but that would be dramatic for a little nipple sucking, but oh…and now there’s biting. Just as it begins to get good, the orgasms that used to evade me quick to build, he stops.
The hand collaring me is now being used as a tool to keep me from lifting my body to reach him as he continues to make his way down my body with his lips.
“You should start calling out for demons, Satapti, because only a demon can make you come.” His palm moves from my throat to cup one of my breasts and he squeezes, not painfully, but enough to elicit a moan from me.
A bite to my inner thigh makes me squeal again, but it hasn’t drawn blood. I do kinda hope it left a mark, though. I want to be covered in his marks.
“Fucking beautiful, all spread out like a buffet for me.” He growls before diving in between my legs, but again, he misses the most important part as he licks and kisses his way around my center.
“This buffet is closing down if you don’t eat soon.” I can’t decide if I’m pissed or turned on or apparently now a comedian. His tongue makes me stupid, even when it isn’t on my most intimate parts.
He chuckles against my thigh, the scruff of his stubble scratching my skin.
“Restraint, Satapti.” The glare he gives me through his top lashes would scare away the likes of the Joker, but all it does is make me grin.
The hand on my breast continuously squeezes, like it’s handling a stress ball, while his mouth plays tricks with my vagina and makes me practically weep for more.
Finally, the familiar wetness of his tongue sweeps across my clit and I shudder with pure joy. I know if I ask him to put a finger or two inside me he’ll only hold it off for longer, so I stay quiet, silently hoping he gets the mental hint as I buck my hips to meet his face, stroke for stroke.
An orgasm begins to build and I can’t pretend it isn’t coming because my throat has a mind of its own. However, my throat is a whiney bitch because he stops paying attention to my clit and gives it back to my thighs again.
“What are you doing?” My words come out a little harsher than intended, but he doesn’t flinch,
“Teaching.” That’s it, that’s all he says before his tongue makes contact with my clit once more.
The seventh time he stops, I may pass out from the agonizing pain of needing a release. Never in my twenty-nine years leading up to him did I even get myself anywhere near these kinds of mind-blowing orgasms, and having them be within my grasp, then withheld, is like torture.
“Please…” I’m breathless, barely able to get the word out and close to whimpering.
Then, he switches it up a little, and instead of squeezing my breast, he pinches his fingers together around my nipple, then he alternates between flicking it and twisting it as his teeth nip at my clit.
For as long as possible, I try to withhold my very obvious sounds because I don’t think I’ll cope with him stopping again, but my body betrays me, my back arching and my muscles tensing as it gears up for the orgasm he’s keeping from me.
Surprising me, he pushes two fingers inside me and starts pumping them, in and out, all while tweaking my nipple and sucking on my clit, pinching it between his teeth and flicking it with his tongue.
Barely two seconds later, my whole body goes into a meltdown of epic proportions. The orgasm hits like a tidal wave, rolling through me, making me shiver from the intensity of it. My scream makes the room shake and Hack laps up every last drop before placing a soft kiss over my sensitive clit.
My eyes definitely roll into the back of my head this time as pleasure overtakes me.
It’s all of my past orgasms rolled into one and I yell it out, allowing myself to experience every spasm.
With my gaze now firmly fixed on Hack’s bright, almost glowing green eyes, I smile and call upon my new limited magical knowledge of flames.
I’m going for dramatic and dangerously sexy; my intention is to burn the vines from my wrists, head, and ankles, knowing it doesn’t hurt Hack to kill the vines. They’re endless in their growth.
“Pyr.” As I say the Greek word for fire, I picture the burning in my mind, the orange flames gently licking at the vines and breaking me free.
The smell hits us both at the same time.
“Why is the door on fire?”
“Shit.”
His smirk tells me that he finds this amusing more than anything else, thankfully.
“What the fuck? What’s go—oh, nice. Vine play.”
“Slash, if you say one more thing, I’m going to rip your tongue out and feed it to your ass.”
The vines all slither away to I don’t know where as Hack covers me with a blanket and I maneuver myself onto my elbows.
“Are there any injuries that need seeing to or is this mess the result of pleasure?”
“For fuck’s sake. Pierce, you can fuck off too.
” Hack stands, completely butt-ass naked, and grabs a pair of boxers from what I can now see is a trashed bedroom.
I can understand Pierce’s question from the looks of the huge cracks in the walls, and the fact that the bed is really now just a mattress on top of broken wood doesn’t help.
“I’ll put the fire out, then.” Slay’s voice comes from nowhere and a dark shadow engulfs the flames that have begun to burn the doorframe and walls.
Fuck.
“Why are you all still here?” With his biteable ass now covered, Hack folds his arms across his tight chest and scowls at his brothers.
If I didn’t know them, they’d be a frightening sight. Slash, with his purple hair, thick and braided in a Viking-mohawk style and the sides of his head shaved, is leaning against the wall in all his muscley glory. A giant grin on his face says he’s enjoying his brother’s exasperation.
Pierce has his back to us, the only one of the four with as many veins in his muscles as Hack, and I only know that because he’s topless with a pair of black sweatpants hanging loose around his hips.