Chapter 52 Monroe #2
I palm the base of his shaft, and Briar groans, sitting back, his hand sinks into the circle of paints on the palette.
At the end of my strokes, I gather his pearlescent droplets and begin teasing my nipple.
I take his paint-stained hand and bring it to my other breast. He kneads the soft flesh, the paint cold and wet against my skin, until I’m whimpering.
Once I can’t wait any longer, I roll off him and onto my knees, stretching my arms in front of me as I give him my back, recalling the illustrations from my research.
Briar’s voice filters into my mind. “Someone’s eager to be claimed.”
“Presenting for my mate,” I say, arching my back and grinding against him for emphasis.
He drags a hand down my spine in cool streaks, then grips one side of my waist.
“Lift your hips higher and spread your knees.” He instructs, pressing a kiss to my shoulder, then he scatters them like rose petals down my side. His finger trails up my thigh. “Let’s show them how slick you get for your mate.”
I stick my ass up and inch my knees outward, unfurling myself to Briar, the breeze, and the bystanders, my body throbbing with an empty ache. “Please, Briar.”
“You’re so perfect.” This time when his hand comes up the back of my thigh, it’s coated in paint. I jerk at the chill of it and his palm stops on the side of my hip.
“Look at them,” he says, repeating the motion on the other leg and bringing his mouth to the shell of my ear. “So turned on by the sight of you that they can’t help themselves.”
A dozen Blooms have moved closer, posted respectfully outside of our claiming bed, their faces hungrily watching.
Fingers dip between legs, stroke themselves in their laps.
One couple has even posed themselves like us: one harbinger presenting to her partner who waits behind her, ready to follow our lead.
A wreath of flowers wraps around her waist, tethering a textured lilac dildo against her.
It’s stunning, with petals falling from the tip, down its glistening shaft.
I whimper at the way she mimics Briar’s movements, tending to her partner.
Our energies feed off one another, and the buzz that comes with knowing they are just as turned on by what we are doing as we are by them.
She reaches around and massages her lover’s breasts, stimulating her nipples as Briar plays with mine.
“Do you like that?” My body warms, hips buckling the moment Briar’s tongue licks up my center. “Knowing they’re getting off on seeing you devoured by your mate.”
He laps at every inch of me, his hands gripping my waist as I wriggle.
“Mmm…” He hums against my sensitive flesh, the vibration making my body jerk, but he holds me steady. “You taste incredible.”
I gasp with each spear of his tongue. It’s so good, but with his cock inches away, I’m desperate to have him in all the ways I’ve imagined. My neck prickles at the vision of his teeth at my throat. “Show them I’m yours.”
“When I claim you, it will be with your lock wrapped around me.” My body clenches at his words. He takes my clit between his teeth, the twinge of pain twisting into ecstasy the moment he begins sucking. “Is that what you want?”
I nod my head vigorously, pleasure building with each lap of his tongue, each pulse of his mouth on the most aching part of me.
My nails scrape the canvas as I cry out and convulse.
Body quivering, I open my eyes and glance around us, catching my breath.
The crowd is in a frenzy. Fisting themselves eagerly, grouping or pairing off to chase their release.
“I could eat you for hours,” Briar says. I glance over my shoulder at him wiping his chin with his thumb before licking me off it. His body is smeared with paint that’s come off mine.
“Not tonight.” I take some paint and squirt it onto the canvas, then spread my knees wider. I’m throbbing for him. “It’s time for you to claim your mate.”
He strokes himself, using his precum as lubrication. The vines that follow the veins mapping his shaft move with him. One hand wraps around my waist, the other nudges his purple tip at my pulsing center. “You want to take me all at once or inch by inch?”
“All at once,” I say without hesitation, arching deeper and angling myself better. “I’ve waited long en—”
“Fuck.” It’s a breathless gasp at the perfect pinch of pain, clenching around his cock. He holds himself still, softly tracing his fingers through the paint smeared on my spine, giving me time to adjust to the depth and sheer size of him.
“Are you going to move or stay like that?”
Leaning over, he tucks my hair behind my ear. “Glad you’ve still got your snark, Dr. Tanner.”
“Always, Professor.” Pressing back into him in encouragement.
I don’t miss the tightness in his jaw. The slowness of his breathing.
He reverently retracts his hips, then plunges into me in one bold thrust. I clench around him, amused at the hiss he releases.
His hold tightens and he pushes into me, curling his hips in small, brutal pulses. Drawing back, he teases me with shallow thrusts until I’m wriggling to meet his hips.
When we claim each other, I want there to be nothing between us but the bond. I want us to give in and let go of the restraint we’ve both spent far too long crafting. “Let go with me.”
We move together, and once we’ve found that heady rhythm, he fucks me with a feral desire I didn’t know was possible. And when he snakes a hand beneath us, teasing my swollen clit until colors burst through my vision, I become mindless, letting my body take the lead.
I widen my knees and lean forward with my chest against the canvas, my nipples smearing the paint. He pistons into me like his sole purpose in life is to fuck me harder than I’ve ever been fucked before. I close my eyes, taking all he gives.
It’s everything I asked for and so much more.
Fingers twine around my hair, and there’s a delicious zip of pain as I’m tugged to Briar’s chest.
“Open your eyes.” Each word is breathy, his hips snap loudly. I do as he asks, and my senses go on overload between his thrusts and the writhing Blooms around us. He runs his nose up my throat, and my neck tingles, desperate for his claim.
There’s a woman on all fours, her mouth wrapped around one Bloom while another slams into her from behind.
Beside them, a woman rides another’s face.
Emerald eyes catch mine, a woman fucking herself on an obscenely large dildo, her breasts jiggling with each thrust. A group of men stroke themselves around her.
It spurs her on, but her eyes don’t drift to any of them.
They are on me as she works herself harder, widening her legs so I can see every swollen, glistening inch of her.
Ropes of cum crisscross her breasts and stomach.
“All that mess because of you,” Briar rasps, flicking my sensitive nipples.
Each time it makes me clench around him, panting against his neck.
I drag my teeth over the skin by his collarbone.
Briar sucks in a breath, his cock jerking inside me.
He grinds his jaw, desire building through the bond like a cresting wave.
“Are you fighting the urge to bite me right now?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
In the span of seconds, he slides out of me and turns me to face him in his lap. “Then use your mate and take a fucking bite.”
Bite him.
His cock juts up between us, bulbs of precum beading from his swollen tip. It grazes my clit, and I tighten, desperate for him to be inside me. Lifting my hips up enough to wrap my hand around his shaft, I guide him inside me.
We rock with feverish need, pressure building with each rise and fall of my body against his. My tongue traces the flower at the peak of his shoulder, and the coil rooted in my pelvis springs forth. I cry out, teeth digging into his flesh. Blood coats my tongue.
Briar growls, and I open my eyes, worried I’ve hurt him.
My lips part in ecstasy, and his cock unleashes, painting my insides with warmth. He comes with the force of a hurricane, wild and reckless and unable to be controlled, and I let go again, another orgasm drawn from his satisfaction and feral joy.
When I lift my mouth from his shoulder, I lick my lips, savoring the sweet taste of my mate. Briar rests his forehead against mine and catches his breath.
My eyes drift to the teeth marks glistening on his shoulder, and I smirk. “Mine.”
He twitches inside me and nuzzles my nose. “Yours.”
As I begin to catch my breath, my walls pulse, rippling inward. I moan against his lips, the lock clicking into place as Briar’s teeth sink into my neck.