Chapter 43 Jai
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
JAI
I’m not the kind of man to submit to anyone. I’m Athdara, the dragon summoner, the king’s general, the madman who controls dangerous shadows.
I’m used to being feared, used to the respect generated by that fear.
There is… reverence in the way she puts her delicate hand on my cock, though. I like that. I should hope for some intimidation when faced with the sheer size of my desire for her.
And submitting to her is fucking easy. Since I met her, I’ve wanted to kneel at her feet.
I remember following her around, basking in her bright light, awestruck.
She was never a butterflies and flowers kind of girl, not that there’s anything wrong with that.
But she loved books and stories, she loved adventure and sweets eaten on the river shore.
She loved wading into the water to watch colorful fish flit by.
She liked to laugh.
I loved her laugh.
Hells, I still do and always will. I love everything about her—including how she looks down at my dick, lips slightly apart, chest heaving.
And sure, now I’m staring at her breasts. I mean, what man wouldn’t? They are gorgeous. Fucking incredible.
I’m desperate to touch her. I have some of Phaethon’s memories when he was with her, but I haven’t mapped her body, haven’t entered her. Not yet.
I clench my hands harder by my sides because I promised, dammit. Promised to let her do with me as she pleases.
Fuck, though, I can’t help but curse when she starts stroking me.
I sit back on my heels, and she sticks out the tip of her tongue between her teeth as she focuses on her task.
“Command me,” I rasp. “Command me to undress you, command me to pleasure you.”
“You do realize that you keep commanding me to command you, don’t you?” she teases, her strokes slowing. “Not offering or requesting. Commanding. That’s not how it works.”
My mouth tips into a smirk. “I’m not a requesting kind of person.”
“So bossy. I thought that was more Phaethon’s style.”
“We share a few traits.”
“Bossy, domineering, headstrong.”
“All useful traits in a king.”
She blinks, her hand now still, and I replay the words in my mind. That’s right… A king.
Fucking hells.
“You stopped. Should I file a formal request?” I ask. “Should I beg? Come on, Rae, tell me what to do. I can’t fucking think, not when you’re here. “
“Beg?”
“I’d beg for you. I’d kill for you. Die for you. Tell me what you want.”
“And again, you give me orders.”
“Enough talking,” I growl.
“See?” She gasps when I reach around her and rip her bodice laces, then just lift it off and push her gown down. “The king sent this gown. It used to belong to me, and he took it—”
“Just like he took your life,” I growl. “I’ll shred it until it’s just a pile of fucking threads and buttons, fucking confetti.” And I do exactly that, my shadows spearing through the fine fabric, tearing and ripping through it.
Destroying it, bodice and all, until she’s only in her undergarments, all curves and valleys, with her round breasts and rounded hips. Soon she’ll be beautifully naked underneath me, as she should be.
Spectacular, that’s what she is. Unique, and mine.
Fuck, I wish I could spend all my life in bed with her.
I wish clothes were outlawed.
I wish the world were a better place.
I wish I were the right man for her.
“Fuck,” I whisper. “You’re perfect.”
Her cheeks are flushed but the smile she sends my way is uncertain and it distracts me for a moment. “I’m not perfect, Jai. I’m—”
“The sexiest woman in the entire Nine Worlds.”
“But—”
“The prettiest girl ever.” I meet her eyes. “You are, Rae. You were made for me, believe me. If not…” I glance down at my weeping dick. “Trust the cock.”
“The cock.” Now she’s laughing softly and it’s the most amazing sound. Except if she moans my name, that might top it, but until then… “Trust the cock?”
“That’s right,” I tease her, to hear her laugh again. “The cock never lies. The Big Fellow, remember? It wants you. Has wanted you since you came back. I’ve been hard since you came back, Rae.”
Not a lie, by the way.
“Poor baby,” she says with a giggle.
“It was hard.” I give a sigh. “So hard.”
She doesn’t laugh this time. She reaches for me, and I’m alarmed to find new tears in her eyes. “Jai.”
A wave of protectiveness and tenderness sweeps through me. I haul her into my arms, not caring about this little game anymore. “What’s wrong? What did I say?”
“Nothing. I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to think. I want you to touch me.”
“Then command me, my lady,” I breathe. “Your every wish is mine, too.”
“Touch me.” She clings to me. Shaking. “Mars… It’s really you, really you… I just can’t believe you’re here.”
“Same,” I whisper, kissing the top of her head. “I was convinced the woman I loved was dead, that it couldn’t be you, yet here you are. Beautiful. Strong. So fucking sexy.”
She sighs, her hands sliding up my back. “But I died—”
“You’re here. We’re both here. I don’t care how.”
She lifts her head, her gray eyes bright, and I kiss her. I kiss her like I’ve never kissed or been kissed before, like I’ve just discovered her and like this is our first and last night in this world.
She’s still wearing her undergarments but her nipples are hard, poking me through the fine linen. Her moan vibrates against my lips, and I tense all over as my cock twitches, hardening more. My balls ache, unbearably heavy. I fucking have to be inside her.
Deep inside my mind, I think I hear Phaethon’s murmur. Approving. Not mocking, but appraising and interested.
The thought that he’s watching, no, feeling this through me is unsettling, but I’m more unsettled by his quiet. This new peace inside my head, his presence nothing more than an itch.
More than an itch: a companion.
If I manage to change his mind…
She shifts, crawling onto my lap, settling on top of my hard-on, and all thoughts flee, Phaethon’s presence fading away as my blood catches on fire. My mind is full of need, full of images of her naked and spread underneath me, bent in front of me, or riding me…
Oh fuck, yes. Hell, yeah. Riding. So many options.
I break the kiss to reach down, between her thighs. I drag my fingers through her wetness, my cock jumping at the sensation, the knowledge that I’m touching her.
“Jai,” she gasps, “what are you doing?”
“Tasting you once was a mistake. Now I’m craving your taste. So I’m going to put my mouth on your pussy, eat you out. Make you come so hard you will scream. I want you to ride my face.”
“What? But your back—”
“My fucking back will take it.” I drag her long undergarments down and off her, then shove her chemise up to bare her tits.
Gods dammit all, but I told no lie. She is the most beautiful girl in the entire cosmos. A goddess, hot as hell, every part of her perfect, from her pink nipples and soft breasts to the dip of her waist and the flare of her hips. Perfectly made.
Made for me.
I rip her chemise, too, because why not? Clothes should never cover such beauty. I take personal offense.
I feast on her breasts, sucking those lush nipples into my mouth, one after the other, biting lightly, swirling my tongue around the sensitive tip. Tasting. Reveling in her scent.
She moans, lifting her hands to my face, my hair. She’s exquisite. So sensitive and responsive.
So attuned to me.
Her nipples harden more, tight points that I scrape my teeth over, making her hiss. Her tits are so soft and heavy when I cup them in my hands, weighing them, massaging them. Lifting my head, I use my hands to play with them, rolling her nipples with my fingers. I can’t stop staring at them.
Her flush has spread down her neck. It’s endearing.
It’s hot.
I slide one hand down to her belly, then I squeeze my hand between our naked bodies, delve between her legs and push a finger into her.
“Jai…” She pulses around my finger, so hot and tight, and I add another. Pumping them in and out of her. Stroking her inside.
She starts to move, unconscious little rolls of her hips. Riding my fingers.
I grin. Curve my fingers a little. Stroke her inside as my cock trembles against my stomach, burning and leaking.
Before she comes, I drag my fingers out, ignoring her disappointed whine.
I pull on her hands as I lie down, and yeah, my back is agony, but I’m not human. I can take it. My shadows wrap over the wounds, slipping under the bandages, cushioning the cuts.
“On my face,” I say firmly, “now.”
Her eyes are wide, bright over her flushed cheeks. She looks uncertain, and I’ll have none of that. I want her. I want to taste her everywhere, make her come all over me.
Lifting my hand to my mouth, I lick her juices coating my fingers. Fuck, so sweet.
Her eyes meet mine and her mouth drops open.
That’s right. I love her taste.
Grabbing her hips, I haul her closer, and closer, until she’s on her knees, her spread pussy hovering over my mouth.
“That’s it. Come here.”
She lets out a little squeal when I pull her down and lick at her exposed rosy pussy, her clit, the dark opening where my fingers were buried moments ago.
Fuck. Finally.
Pressing my mouth to her sweet pussy, I drag my tongue along her seam, holding her hips steady. Then I fuck her with my tongue, lashing at it, stabbing into her, my heart racing, my cock burning.
Fuck, I’m going to come. I’m so fucking turned on. If I only wrap my hand around my cock, I’m going to shoot all over her back.
It’s almost goddamn impossible to hold back when she’s riding my tongue, moaning, her tits bouncing, her long white hair sliding over her shoulders like a sheet of moonlight.
She jerks and comes with a cry that rends my mind. I lap at her, tease her some more, eager to hear more of her cries.
My cock is a worse agony than my back right now. I could send my shadows to jerk myself off.
No, I don’t care. I’m not coming until I’m inside her.
Somewhere deep inside my mind, Phaethon laughs.
Fuck him.
See how it’s done, bastard? How you pleasure a girl, as opposed to simply slamming into her and getting only yourself off?
His laughter fades.
Unfair, I know. I felt her release when he had been with her. She liked being with him, dammit, and I wish I could punch his face. Jealous? Me?
Still a valid point, though. He doesn’t get to mock what I have with her.
“I wasn’t mocking you,” Phaethon mutters.
Get out of my head.
She’s gasping for breath, still hovering over my mouth, her thighs trembling. So I grip her hips more tightly and move her down my body until I can look up and see her face.
I grin at her. Her smile is radiant, her eyes heavy-lidded.
“Now I want you in my lap,” I rasp, “on my cock. I want you riding me as if you’re riding to war. Angry. Fierce. Bright. I want you to use my cock, use it to come again, come so hard you will feel it for days.”
Her breath hitches.
“I want you to feel me,” I say more softly. “Fucking feel me, my love.”
“Jai…”
“And I want to feel you, too.”
Without another word, she scoots further down my body and I sit up, lifting her up, positioning her over my cock.
Now… now at fucking last. As she lowers herself onto my cock, her heat enveloping the head, her inner walls dragging against the length, I bite back a shout.
It feels goddamn good.
Damn perfect.
The heat, the pressure, it’s killing me. I need to hold back until she comes again, until she takes her pleasure on me. I’ll sure try. No guarantees. I’m already hovering on the sharp edge of a chasm, about to explode.
I’m going to break into a million fucking pieces, return to fucking dust, and it will be worth it.