29. Kallis #2
“I’m trying to hold myself back, but you’re driving me mad,” he groans.
I lean into him again, and his hands follow me.
“Kiss me, Mathan,” I whisper, reaching up to bury my hand in his hair so I can bring him to my lips.
He captures the cry that bursts from me as he tweaks my nipples hard enough that I jolt.
“Mathan! I—” But he silences me with another kiss, swallowing my sounds of desire and summoning more by running his tongue over mine, nibbling my bottom lip, and earnestly exploring my mouth.
As the kiss deepens and my need heightens, I become lost in him.
The feeling of freedom is so unique that I finally understand what Aspen meant about letting go.
Resting on top of Mathan, asking for what I want, and being certain he won’t mock me for it…
it unlocks something inside me that I thought could never be touched.
I pull back from the kiss, stunned by the force of my emotions, and they only swell when I see Orso and Artie have their attention on us despite still passing the puck between them.
“Why did you stop me?” Mathan asks, panting as rapidly as I am, even though I feel like I’m on the cusp of an orgasm just from his tweaks and strokes.
“I haven’t. I simply need you to change location,” I say as I straighten again and pluck one hand from my breast. His lips return to my neck with a groan.
“It’s so weird how you can say things factually, but it comes out sexy as hell.”
“That is not my intention.”
“That’s what makes it even hotter,” he chuckles. “Now,” he says as he releases my other breast so he can stroke a lone finger down my breastbone. “Tell me where you want me to go.”
I shuffle my hips on his lap, certain he will catch on. But I still meet his hungry eyes with a smile. “Lower,” I say as he runs an aching line down my torso, his fingers whispering over my skin.
“How about here?” he asks as he reaches my belly button.
I shake my head as I reply. “No, lower.”
“What about here?” His finger traces the waistband of my skirt. It seems that, like his scent, his accent grows thicker the more aroused he is. And the tenderness in his voice makes me want to listen to him all day long.
“Much lower, Mathan. Hurry,” I groan as his fingers tease the line of my hip to slip under the waistband of my skirt.
“I never thought our Kallis would be so impatient.” The words ‘our Kallis’ do far more to me than I expect, and a familiar pulse beats in my body with a light cramp in my abdomen that makes my stomach drop in shock.
Confusion floods me as my muscles tense; the heat already stirring inside me quickens, but that can’t be right. There’s no chance my preheat can start early, especially not by three weeks.
“What’s happened? Your scent’s changed,” he says.
“It’s nothing,” I say as I quickly try to brush it away. “I’m anxious because I don’t know how you’ll feel when you stop where I want you to.”
The pulse must have been a fluke, because the second his fingertips press farther under the waistband of my skirt, I become too distracted, and the murmurs of my preheat fade.
As I struggle to gather my scrambled thoughts, Mathan freezes. I could have told him to keep going, but I’m more interested in the why of it.
“You keep pausing. Is something wrong?” I ask.
“You really have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he says as he nuzzles under my ear. “Kallis, every time I pause, it’s because you’ve turned me on so much I’m pretty sure I’m going to come in my pants. You’re just that intense.”
“But my scent is barely present.”
“It’s not about the scent match,” he murmurs, and I think I hear frustration in his voice as he twists his wrist, threading his fingers through mine while his other hand lifts my skirt away from my hips.
“The scent match isn’t the only reason we like you.
We don’t just want you because you smell so good that we’re always ten seconds away from falling at your feet. ”
I furrow my brow as I consider his words, because I don’t know how it can be so intense for them when we barely see each other. True, I find myself craving them often, but it’s not the same feeling as he describes. Though it is something I came to explore.
“We just want you to feel the same way about us, Kallis.”
I don’t know if Orso is included in that ‘we’, because he’s the one who has supported our boundary so far. But I’m also here to challenge him, and that boundary, despite being the one who enforced it.
“You might find your answer if you stop torturing me and go lower,” I reply, clasping his other wrist, pushing him so his hand slides farther to brush my mound, and he gasps.
“You’re not wearing panties,” he says, looking entirely stunned.
“Apparently not,” I say with a small smile.
His fingers stiffen, and I almost whimper as he caresses the short hair that covers my mound. Each touch is a gentle exploration, and I no longer need to tell him to continue, because he’s already moving.
“It looks like you came here expecting something, Kallis.”
“And what if I did?” I give another groan as he plunges back into our kiss.
Do we need words after that? Because his fingers sweep down the line of my pussy, cupping me, but not delving inside.
The way he holds me as we kiss is so intimate and cruel at the same time.
It feels like he doesn’t want to go any further, that all he needs is to hold my heat with his now-warmed hand and he’ll be satisfied.
But the weight on my pussy increases before one fingertip firmly presses against my clit.
Not stroking or touching, simply placing pressure on me as his kisses make me dizzy.
I feel like I’m tumbling, but it’s safe to go under.
If there’s one thing my parents made sure I remembered, it’s that people always want to take something from me for themselves.
Despite training their whole lives to save and heal people, they always said there’s never any pure good in the world.
But if Mathan wants to take me for selfish reasons, is it okay for me to give myself to him out of selfishness as well?
I don’t know the answer. But all I want is him and his mates as Mathan finally moves his hand, running one along my delicate flesh, from my slick-coated entrance up to my pulsing clit.
“You’re already so wet. Is that what I do to you, Kallis? Or is it all of us you’re horny for?”
I have to straighten up again before I get a crick in my neck.
“You’re not the only one I’m looking at,” I reply as we find each other in the barrier again. My awareness of Orso and Artie still buzzes in my body, but Mathan is the one I can’t pull away from.
“Let me tell you a secret. If you ever want to judge how Orso feels about you, you’ll find out through his scent.
It’s one of the hundreds of things I love about him.
You don’t just smell his happiness; his scent actually becomes sweeter the more in love he is.
So, even if he’s scowling at you and you can smell his anger, if it’s sweet, it means he still loves you. ”
Orso has been bitter except that first day I met him, which didn’t exactly spell positive.
“And what about you?” I ask. “You already smell sweet to me.”
“Well, how far do you want us to go here?” he asks.
“If I’m being honest, I didn’t really plan this far ahead. Considering Artie has eaten me out, I felt like we had already crossed a particular threshold. All I mapped out was my initial attempt to be close to you three by coming here tonight, and I put everything else that follows down to luck.”
His chuckle vibrates through me, and I can’t help smiling back. Despite being so needy that I’m spreading my legs to make more room for his fingers, I relax even further.
“So you’re getting lucky right now? I like that,” he says as he circles two fingertips over my clit, and I suddenly gasp as pleasure bolts through me.
“Mathan!”
“That’s more like it,” he hums as strength fades from my limbs as he speeds up.
It’s not even half the intensity of Artie’s tongue buried into my pussy, but every nerve in my body is on fire because the only things I need to focus on are his fingers as he edges down to my entrance.
I’m not prepared for him. I know what he’s going to do, but foresight and actually feeling him sink his thick middle finger into my pussy are entirely different things.
A cry tears from me so loud that it echoes out around the rink as he strikes deep.
My eyes widen, and I slap my hands over my mouth, but it’s too late.
I shiver as Orso and Artie’s gazes swing to me. Even on the far side of the ice, there’s no way to mistake what Mathan and I are doing.
The slow pull of Mathan’s finger has me shaking, and there’s nothing to hold onto as he thrusts back into me again.
My cries grow louder, my legs stretching out, and I want so badly for Orso and Artie to come closer so they can see my response to all three of them.
Why do they insist on staying on the ice? Is Mathan really the only one who wants me after everything they’ve done the last time we were together?
“Turn around, Kallis,” he says, both of us groaning as he draws out of me again. “I need to kiss you properly.”