Chapter Thirteen #2
My hands are in his long hair, holding him in place as he does things with his mouth that have my toes curling already.
Yeah, maybe I should be worried about suffocating him or being dropped, but if there’s ever been a time in my life when I could really appreciate shifter strength and endurance, this is it.
I swear I can taste colors and see sounds as my whole body vibrates with my incoming climax.
Then, as if he knows, he grips my butt tighter, the tip of one finger brushing against my asshole.
I let out a moan of pleasure as I clamp my thighs around his head, and so he does it again and again as he laps and circles my clit until it’s all too much and my orgasm hits so hard the whole world goes dark for a moment and I let so much pleasure wash over me, it feels like I’m getting pulled out to sea on a riptide.
Darius holds me up until I crack my eyes open again and look down at his slick mouth.
I let my legs fall from his shoulders, and he lowers me until my feet touch the floor, and then he waits, still holding me, watching me. My thighs are a jiggly no-bones mess, and yet I’m still on edge, needy, hungry for him.
Judging by the long line of his hard cock pushing against his sweats, Darius wants me just as much.
Still, he doesn’t make a move. The man really is a giant pain in my ass.
He is going to make me do it because hearing me say I want him wasn’t enough, nor was coming on his face.
Nope. He wants more. He wants all of me.
So that’s what I give him—but not right away.
First, I take my time getting off the oversized hoodie, slipping my arms out of the sleeves one and then the other, lifting it up from my bare thighs in half-inch sections, and going slow enough that when I finally drop it to the cave’s floor, Darius looks like he’s moments away from a heart attack.
Still, he waits, his whole body strung tight, no doubt from the effort not to be the first one to give in. Don’t worry, I’m not going to make the stubborn alpha keel over—not after he blew me away with his skills. Honestly, I can’t wait to find out what else he’s amazing at.
But first, I owe him for teasing me so much before he made me come. I take a step forward and slip my hands under his hoodie, pushing it up and up and up, until he lets out a frustrated huff, reaches behind his head, and yanks it off. His sweatpants go next, joining my discarded set on the ground.
I’ve already seen him naked, but that doesn’t make seeing him naked again any less impressive.
The man is a brick wall of muscle that has been tagged with tattoos.
There’s a dusting of dark hair across his pecs and a line that draws my gaze down to his thick cock.
I want to wrap my hands around it, my mouth around it, myself around it all at the same time.
Darius Aetos is an embarrassing bounty of deliciousness, and I just want to eat him all up.
I trace the lines of his tattoos as I make a long, slow circle around him, leaning in close and following the brush of my fingers with my lips, my tongue, before I circle his cock with my hand—or as best I can.
My fingers don’t come close to meeting as I stroke my hand up and down his length once, twice, three times.
He closes his eyes and lets out a tortured hiss of air before growling something under his breath that sounds a lot like “troublesome witch.” Then he wraps his hand around my wrist, stopping me from continuing. “I’m not coming until I’m inside you.”
There’s a whole millisecond when I consider drawing things out even longer, but who am I trying to fool? We’re naked, alone, and I want him so badly that it’s almost like I haven’t already come once. “So what are you waiting for?”
It’s a good thing this is only a situational hookup, because shifter speed is something I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to.
One minute I’m on my feet and the next I’m on my back on the blanket and Darius is kissing me into oblivion.
I wrap my legs around him and lift my hips, ravenous with the need for him.
This time he doesn’t make me wait. He gives me exactly what I want, filling me up in one long, slow stroke that leaves me gasping.
Hot and heady pleasure winds through me, taking up all the empty space and finding a home in every part of me that ever felt hollow or missing.
It doesn’t just feel good. It’s more than amazing.
I don’t know the word for it or if there is one, but it is the best thing I’ve experienced.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, the muscles in his back taut with the effort to be still.
“If you do,” I say, looking him in the eyes, “I’ll curse you so that you always feel like you’re stepping on Legos.”
One side of his mouth curls upward. “No need to go to extremes, witch.”
After that, there is no talking, no teasing, no taking our time.
His hands and his mouth are everywhere as he fucks me senseless.
I’m already riding the beginning of my climax, reaching for that moment of sweet oblivion, when he rolls so I’m on top.
I ride him, taking in his thick cock inch by delectable inch until I’m filled completely.
Then I do it again and again and again, not sure I’ll ever get enough of him.
It’s like we have been made for this, for each other. It’s a crazy thought, I know, but in the moment when I tilt my hips and his cock slides across the bundle of nerves inside my entrance, it makes perfect sense, and all I can do is let go as my orgasm rolls through me.
“Effie,” Darius groans out before he flips me onto my back, buries himself deep in me once, twice, three times, and comes.
He collapses down onto the blanket next to me as we both take in lungfuls of oxygen, trying to regain our sense of stability. Then Darius rolls onto his side and curls around me, tucking me up against him and draping an arm across my middle.
“Darius,” I say, not sure what’s going to come out of my mouth next.
“Talk tomorrow,” he says before brushing a kiss against my shoulder. “Sleep now.”
My first impulse is to argue the point, but my eyes are heavy, and Darius’s steady breath is already having an effect. The last thing I notice before I give in is the sparkle of the four-point heart of Kardia constellation reflecting in the waterfall.