CHAPTER NINETEEN
He tongues my opening.
The tip circles the ring. Flicks my clit.
But he stops. Take a step back. His eyes stay on my opening.
“You have the most beautiful cunt, Rina. Like this, so pretty and untouched. Your hole, tiny and wet. But when your boys run a train. When they use you until you’re a sloppy, used whore.
..” he growls drops in his throat. “I took you to a dinner once after the boys and I spent the entire day fucking you. Your belly was so swollen people speculated you were carrying my baby. All night you left a trail of cum.”
My thighs quiver with excitement, with the image in my head.
“I tied you, bent over, legs wide, ass and cunt open and we rotated taking you. All through dinner, I made you sit with your ass bare on the chair, letting you leak freely while I fingered you.”
“Vaelith...”
My plea is ignored as he continues to watch me grow wet. Watch me soak down my ass crack.
“It hurts to see you like this.”
“Fix it,” I beg. “Call the boys. Ruin me.”
“You want to be my sloppy whore, Rina? My used queen who I offer to other creatures as a gift?”
I remember Malakar’s comment about this game.
The fantasy of watching me get used. I see the appeal.
See the way his already dark eyes grow nearly opaque with desire.
While simultaneously remembering him threatening to kill Searon if he heard me.
I have no wish to have anyone else, except him and my boys.
But if this is something that gets him hot and bothered. ..
“Will you watch?” I ask, leaning back further and spreading wider.
“Do you want me to watch you get mounted and railed by every cock imaginable?”
Since he’s not touching me, I lift a hand and smooth it through my soaked folds. I part my lips and stroke my clit.
“Only if you fuck me after they’re done using me.” I sink two fingers where I want him and bite my lip when his nostrils flare. “How many do you think I can take?”
“That’s not up to you to decide. I’ll line them outside your door and let them climb on top of you and...”
His mouth is between my thighs. Tongue wedging through my fingers. His hands grip my ass and hold me against his face as he makes me ride his tongue.
“Don’t stop,” he snarls, unlatching from my core to fuse over my clit.
I realize he means the fantasy and I have to struggle to remember where he left off when he’s forcing his fingers alongside mine. My essence coats the four digits, making us slip and slide together.
“You could tie me to the ceiling with your vines. Legs open for whoever wants a turn.”
“Fuck” he groans and reaches down to free his cock. He strokes it while eating my pussy like it’s all he’s had to eat in months. “Two at a time. Just filling you...”
“A puddle of cum beneath me.”
With an almost animalistic snarl, he straightens. One arm hooks around my waist. I’m pulled to the edge where he’s waiting with the flat head of his cock.
I wiggle the last few inches to meet him while keeping my balance solely on my feet and the palms of my hands. When I get him aligned, he pushes in. He fills my channel with a grinding, upward thrust.
“Vaelith!” I hiss, watching him sink to the knot.
“Shh. How are you going to take that many cocks if you can’t take my knot?”
I know he’s bigger than last time. The shaft alone is the thickness of three fingers and widening the closer I get to the hard bulge at the bottom. The slow expansion has me biting my tongue and squirming when he hits the top.
His pause makes me think he’s going to stop there, or he’s bracing to ram it in. The latter has a pool of excitement collecting where we’re joined. A surge of anticipation to have him make it fit.
The corner of his mouth quirks like he can read my thoughts.
But he says nothing as stiff, hard roots wind off him.
It’s not the vines. The velvet ropes. These crack as they twist around my hips, wind around my thighs.
They lock me in place. Hold me stationery as he forces himself forward. As the roots tighten.
“Watch,” he commands. “Watch how wide I can make you stretch.”
Trembling, I lower my gaze and obey, watching him pull back. The ebony shaft is coated with me. My body’s essence follows him to wash away with the rushing water.
But seeing him, seeing the full length of his gorgeous cock forced against my opening, pop through and sink...
Sink...
So deep.
I gasp.
I try to lift my hips but he’s holding me still as he takes me how he wants. As he pushes to the knot.
Pushes.
My toes curl. My muscles tighten. The place he’s demanding entrance throbs with pain and pressure and I moan. I pant as I watch him expand the ring. Open me wide.
“Oh!” I whimper when he stops at the biggest part and lets me squirm and shudder as I teeter on the edge.
As the burn has my head falling back against the falls and my chest heaving.
Vaelith groans and rocks his hips. Not enough to give me relief. Not enough to slide in or out. He’s simply working the tender flesh and making me sob.
“How does my queen want to get fucked? Fast or slow?”
I’m wheezing as my body begs for the release he’s dangling just out of reach and the sweet torment of being held so wide. I can’t even process words when I blurt the first thing that pops into my soupy head.
“Fuck me in your other form.” I choke on the wave of pleasure that shudders through my body. Tightens around the bump so hard tears burn my eyes. “Like an animal. No mercy. Mindless...” I scream when I swear he grows bigger. “Hurts!”
His face is a mask of something I can’t put a name to. It’s cruel and vengeful. It’s the look of a monster falling on the scent of its prey’s fears. Sadistic and pleased.
“Are you sure, Rina?” he practically taunts, rocking back, pushing forward. Never going in. Never releasing. “I’ll be an animal. Mindless. Hungry. I won’t stop. I’ll force you into the dirt and mount you.”
“Yes. Yes, I want it.”
There is nothing warm in his smirk when he pulls back. When he frees me from the torture. The loss is gut wrenching. I almost take it back.
But he’s pulling further away. The vines and roots unwinding. Thick, dark hair covers his torso. His legs and arms. His hands are claws and broad enough to cover my entire body.
He is twenty feet tall. Shorter than he had been when he saved me from the wolf, but he still towers over me.
And I’m tied in place. Still open and tender. And his cock doesn’t fit in the palm of his hand. It rests thick and heavy between his fingers. The knot the size of a boulder.
Definitely not going to fit.
I’m almost regretting my choices when he reaches down and picks me up like a doll. The world spins with the flick of his wrist and I find myself dropped into his other palm. My legs are forced open.
I’m brought to his nose and inhaled deep. Like he’s marking my scent.
Then, I’m set on my feet next to the pond. Baffled, I watch Vaelith drop on all fours. A giant, dark beast with blazing red eyes and snarling fangs. With his antlers, he’s even bigger when he lowers his chin and finds me.
I realize a second too late what the game is.
He lunges.
I scream, but the stones slip beneath my feet and I slam down on my back. The fall knocks the wind from my lungs, and I barely get in a gasp when his massive head shoves between my legs. His claws pin me down and his tongue ... miles of thick, wet tongue shove inside me.
Deep. Merciless.
It laps hungrily while I writhe and fight. As I kick his shoulders with my heels, but they’re weak when my hips are lifting and my pussy ripples all over his tongue, begging for more.
The betrayal of my body sends him into a frenzy of hunger. He ruts harder. Slamming deeper to get every drop.
A beast.
“I ... I change my mind,” I lie, breathless and whimpering.
He ignores me. Flips me over. And I know what’s about to come even before he groans deep in his chest.
He’s going to kill me.
He’s going to rip me in half with that thing between his legs. There is no way I can take that.
Sacred. Excited. Fueled by adrenaline and arousal, I scramble out from beneath him before he can tighten his hold and run. I scramble through the arches and up a dirt incline.
Below, his snarl rings through the trees. It vibrates down my spine, sends my heart racing.
I reach the top and sprint into the trees. I hear the thunder of his claws right behind me.
Reflexively, I scream. I know no one is coming to save me, but it feels right.
I round a cluster of bushes and crawl up a hill to a mossy valley alongside a rushing brook and nowhere else to go, except back.
Back to him.
Heart pounding, I spin, body braced to make a stupidly brave dash back down and freeze.
Three dark figures rise over the ridge. Hooded. Silent. They move with the gliding grace of spirits.
Shades.
Eyes the gleaming silver of liquid mercury glint against the dark lines of their faces.
“Mal—?”
Malakar captures my face between long fingers. I’m pulled in and my mouth is coerced into silence. Behind me, Aamon cups my breasts. He palms and lifts them. Pinches the nipples. Harder.
I gasp into the mouth forcing me to take his tongue. At my feet, Ciaran lifts my legs and buries his face in my soaked pussy. His tongue pushes between my lips and sweeps in slow, perfect flicks.
“No ... I need to run...” I try to explain.
Aamon nudges me forward deeper into Malakar’s arms and his cock finds my opening from behind. I’m made to take him. To stretch down his length while my clit is sucked. While he fucks me and rubs my mound into the other man’s face.
“So wet,” he breathes into my ear, pounding harder. Feeling so good I almost forgot why I’m running. “You’ll take Father’s knot like the pretty whore you are.”