Chapter 23 Rae #2
Fuck, he’s going to make me come like that. I don’t know how it feels for him, but though the initial push into me hurt, now my hips are snapping upward as I try to take more inside me. To scratch that itch. To reach that peak. To relieve that ache.
I groan when he yanks his fingers out and smells them. Then licks them. “Oh Gods…”
“Sweet. This is…” He drops his hand to his cock. “It feels good…”
Aching with arousal, I lift my head to watch as he fists his hand around his cock and pumps it experimentally, once, twice. So hot. He’s so hot, and I’m crazy for not running away but just seeing him jerking off is cutting off my breath.
I slide a hand down my body, between my legs. I’m so close… So damn close…
His gaze flicks down to me. His face twists, eyes flashing. He snarls, grabs my wrists and pins them to the floor. “No touching what is mine.”
I shudder. “Please…”
“I’m going to fuck you.” The head of his cock nudges at my entrance and panic grips me. “By Eos…”
“Go slow,” I blurt out. “Please, be careful.”
He goes still. So still he barely breathes. Then his nostrils flare. “You’re scared again. Why?”
“That… part of you…” I swallow hard. “Your cock is… big.”
His brows bunch together, eyes narrowing. “Is it… bigger than the average?”
“I don’t… I think so? Maybe.”
“And that’s bad?”
“No, it’s not…” I bite my lip. I want to laugh, but I also want him to enter me, and also not, and… this is confusing.
“The scent of your desire is heavy, Little Human. And you are soaking wet. You will have no problem taking me inside you.”
“You don’t know that. I don’t remember doing this before.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
“You seemed so confident before I took over from Jai.”
“I hate showing fear,” I say in all honesty, and why am I admitting this to him? “I don’t want to appear weak.”
“Not even to Jai?”
“Not even to Jai.”
He’s gazing down at me, and it’s Jai but not, and my mind is confused, but my body is ready. “Human men like their women to be weak.”
“Your intelligence,” I mutter, “is wrong.”
“My intelligence isn’t wrong. But you may be right. I doubt Jai would care for a weak female.”
“And you know him so well now? You admitted you don’t.” The head of his cock is still pressed against my opening and I’m trembling.
“Enough talking,” he growls.
Growls. Like Jai does when he’s angry or aroused. They share so much—so many behavioral traits, gestures and expressions, and that little growl. Do they even realize?
And it’s Jai I see as he bows lower over me, his mouth brushing my neck, his cock pushing into me. It’s Jai, and it’s Phaethon, and they are one.
Oh Gods, he’s inside me. Splitting me apart. Filling me up. It hurts, and it feels amazing at the same time. I want to push him away.
And haul him closer.
Deeper.
He sinks into me, piercing me, becoming one with me. His hands are braced on either side of my head, but as his cock pushes into me, he lowers his body over mine.
One more inch… and another… and one more…
Phaethon’s head snaps up, lips peeled back, lightning flashing through his black eyes. He does look inhuman for a fleeting moment, like a savage animal perched over me, the black swirls on his cheekbones darkening, light blazing in the pits of his eyes.
I think I see shadow wings stretch over him, blotting out the night sky.
Further, draks and darakins are circling, their vibrant colors muted, their screeching distant, barely reaching me through the thumping in my ears.
He moves, and I gasp. At some point, I slid my hands around him, under his jacket, under his shirt, against his muscular back, and now my nails are digging into his flesh. Scratching. Gouging it.
His flesh is locked with mine, every thrust of his powerful thighs driving his cock in and out of me, stroking me so deep inside I’m losing my mind.
I never thought… I never imagined…
Sorry, Mars. Sorry, Jai. For discovering this pleasure, having this revelation with a creature that should never have been in a man’s body.
Sorry and not sorry, lost in the rhythm, the case after a release, the course of it threatening to break and remake me anew.
His breaths are blistering my neck, his powerful body moving over me, inside me, so seductive, so erotic I can’t stop touching him, running my hands over his back and tight backside, feeling his muscles shift and bunch.
Feeling his cock thicken and harden more as he slams it over and over into me.
His breath hitches.
My breath catches.
His hips snap, grunts leaving his lips, one arm somehow finding its way under my head. Cushioning it.
I don’t have time to consider this kindness. We are racing toward the end, hurtling into the hurricane. My body feels stretched, elastic, pulled to the point of breaking.
His shout twines with my cry as our bodies slam together one last time, holding, almost levitating off the ground. His cock is buried so deep inside me it’s melded with me, his rock-hard thigh muscles crushing me, his arm still cradling my head.
His face just an inch away, hovering over mine, eyes dark and wide like the sky.
Gods…
What was that? It feels as if the world was broken and remade. Turned upside down in an untimely Reversal, changing everything.
Upending my life.
Restoring my faith, somehow.
Dangerous, I think, too dangerous. Don’t. Don’t let yourself fall. This isn’t Jai, this is someone else wearing his body, and you shouldn’t fall for Jai either.
Time doesn’t turn back and I’m here for a specific reason.
And yet…
How am I drawn to this alien being? How am I drawn to Jai, too? To both of them? How is it I welcome the crushing weight of that tall, muscular body on mine, the ache of his cock still buried inside me?
I know, I just know that I will cherish the ache it leaves behind, too. This mark he put in me.
This mark… My mind snaps to the king, putting on me a betrothal mark that seems to affect my free will and links me to him in ways I didn’t ask for.
A royalty birthmark on his wrist. “Birthmarks trump marks that were applied.”
The words echo in my mind, distorting, looping. What does that mean? Betrothal marks are for life. How can a birthmark trump them?
I gasp when Phaethon pulls out of me, gritting my teeth as every inch of him—and there are many—is dragged against my sensitive inner walls. He grabs his jacket from somewhere nearby and throws it over me.
Then I gasp again when the world shifts. His arm under my head curls, and he pushes the other one under my knees, lifting me.
He slides to his feet in one smooth movement, hefting me in his arms, against his chest. Above me, the sky swirls with stars and the colorful draks still whirling over the palace.
“Little Human,” he breathes, but there’s no malice in the pet name this time. “Leli.”
It sounds a lot like… affection?
Keep dreaming, I tell myself. This is Phaethon we’re talking about.
So why does it feel like he’s holding me the exact same way Jai did?