Chapter 20 Between a Rocky Wall and a Hard Place #2
Kat shoved him with both hands, pinning him to the rock. She knew he was stronger, not just from the straining muscles under her fingers but by whatever was thrumming through him, an energy that said he could spin her around and have his way with her if he wanted to.
If he wanted to.
“Please,” she said, and it wasn’t weak or supplicating, just a simple request. “Say something.”
“I’m afraid.”
Well, that wasn’t what she was expecting, but it did make her release him. Oh, gods, was she scaring him? Like the incaendi moss never existed, her stomach lurched with dread.
“I’m afraid I’ll say too much, Kat. Too many words that I can’t…that I won’t want to take back.”
A rush of renewed confidence flooded in and drowned her fear. “Then show me instead.”
They crashed into each other again, and this time there was no hesitation in Azrion at all. His arms pulled her to him as his tongue dove between her lips and teeth. Fingers chased shivers all over the bare skin of her back, and she arched against him, chasing that pressure between her legs.
His mouth broke away from hers, but it didn’t leave her body, lips trailing down her throat.
Kat tipped her head back, breath stolen as a soundless moan escaped.
He laved the dip between her collarbones with his tongue as he bent her backward, and she knew she would collapse if his arms weren’t so securely around her.
Azrion’s mouth trailed lower, nipping and sucking at her chest. Gods, was he going to kiss every inch of her? And if so, why wasn’t he going for her breasts?
She hooked a finger in her neckline and tugged, revealing more skin until her nipple was hovering just at the edge of the fabric. Azrion saw—his face was right there after all—and he chased the newly bared skin until he tasted the sapphire material. Stopping, he looked up at her.
Both took heavy, matched breaths. “The moss,” Azrion rasped.
“It’s wonderful, isn’t it?”
He straightened and took her with him. “Not if it’s persuading you to do something you normally wouldn’t.”
“No,” she said sharply, pressing herself tighter to him. “Don’t assume I don’t know what I want, I’ve just never been able to say until now. This is the first time I’ve felt capable or collected. Hells, it’s the first time I’ve felt human.”
“It is?” He bent his head, taking her in, and his tail explored the back of her leg again. “But you are human, Katarina.”
“Sure but don’t you ever just feel…wrong?” Kat sighed as she asked because she already knew the answer—of course he didn’t. Azrion was the most comfortable being in his own skin she’d ever met.
“All the fucking time,” he rumbled, and pulled her mouth to his.
His kiss was searing and stunning both, but then she melted with a soft moan. Finally, finally, finally, she thought, clambering to climb him again.
“You’re relentless,” he muttered as he gave her a bit of a boost, cradling the thigh he’d painted and skimming his touch upward.
Kat giggled. “You did promise me something better when we got here.”
“Wouldn’t want to break my promise.” He sucked her bottom lip between his then let it go with a nip. “But if you want this from me, you’re going to have to take it.”
She opened her mouth to ask what that meant but was swiftly answered by his leg nudging between hers. Kat let out a squeak as a hand gripped behind her knee and tugged it upward, holding her in place, and then his thigh nuzzled itself right where she’d been searching for relief.
It only took the slightest shift for everything inside Kat to light up like a hundred lanterns conjured all at once. “Oh, gods,” she groaned, rolling herself along the taut muscle of his thigh.
“Take it, Katarina. Make it yours.”
“Fuck,” she grunted out as she wrapped her arms dutifully around his neck to use him as leverage.
She bucked her hips, and the pressure was delectable, sending wave after wave of bliss through her core.
His fingers dug into her thigh, hand so big that he could have reached her center, but he cruelly kept himself at bay, teasing her with tiny movements only, tugging at her skin and gently poking at her with his claws.
Damn you, she thought as she swiveled her hips, but then he met her rhythm with his own, and she took it all back.
Fucking hells, it was glorious, the rush that was vibrating through her body, and the slickness that was building between her legs, coating his thigh, surely, but assisting nonetheless.
“That’s it,” he rumbled in her ear, then pressed his lips to the sensitive place just below it. Azrion gave her jaw a second slow kiss as he raked claws up her back and matched the way she rocked against him. “Use me. Mark me.”
Kat whimpered back, gripping her elbows as she pulled herself tighter against him.
She felt like an animal, wild and senseless, chasing after a high she wasn’t even sure she could achieve but would give anything to accomplish.
Her middle burned, painfully perceptive now, yet her stomach clenched and held her back.
Incaendi moss could encourage a lot, but it couldn’t exactly make a painfully shy human suddenly come undone in front of a demon.
But then that demon growled, and his hand found her ass, shifting her slightly as a hardness dug into her hip. His breath went ragged in her ear as his grip tightened.
Kat peeked down between them. Azrion’s stomach quivered and twitched as something new bulged in his pants, pulling the loose fabric taut and straining between their bodies.
She licked her lips at the meaty tip of what could only be his cock pulsing up at her.
She wanted to see it, to touch it, to feel it, but then he was crushing her even closer.
“Kat,” he husked. “Can you come for me, darling?”
“Uh huh,” she barely murmured, lost in the request and the knowledge that he was just as wild for her, that his body couldn’t help itself, both using each other to feel human and demon alike.
She slid over his thigh again, legs spread wider as he hitched behind her knee, drawing her upward and then letting her sink only enough to send a new surge of elation through her body.
She squeezed tight and bucked, and behind her lids the lantern lights burst. Kat cried out as her own claws dug in, body shivering in Azrion’s hold as release pulsed through her for once without shame or fear.
Knees trembling, her grip began to fail, but the demon’s hands were steady as he traded her leg for her back and propped her up.
Dizzy but satisfied, Kat floated there before him, hands on his shoulders but between the sweat and loss of her strength, there was no real holding on.
She let her head loll forward and rested the crown on his chest to catch her breath, and that’s when she saw the spot she’d left behind on his thigh.
Her heart wobbled until she saw the second stain that made his pants cling to his spent cock.
“Forgive me,” he huffed, trailing fingers up her spine and reigniting the needy place between her legs so that it pulsed for more. “But I should have known your scent alone would be enough to make me spill.”
Heat took over Kat’s body, and maybe it was embarrassment, maybe it was triumph, maybe it was just the greedy desire for more, but she didn’t care. She wanted only to rest now and revel in the glow that was filling her up.
Mine, she thought as she softened against him. All mine.