Chapter 25 Ezra #2
“Fuck, Aurora. You’re a goddamn revelation,” I rasp, running my knuckles over her flushed cheek.
She continues her blissful torture, worshipping every inch of me with her mouth. When I can’t take anymore, I tangle my fingers in Aurora’s hair, then pull her head back.
When I do, she opens her mouth, and I push my hips forward. My cock slides so deep I feel the tight clench of her throat.
Aurora moans, one hand drifting between her legs.
“Hands at your side, sweet girl. Let them spread you open and make you beg.”
She whimpers around me, hips grinding against the shadow already circling her clit, slow and certain as death.
The shadows know what she needs.
So do I. But she’s not getting it yet.
Not until her moans sound like devotion and her body begs for absolution.
I’ve never used my shadow like this—never dared—but fuck, I feel her swollen clit under the tendril, feel how soaked she is for us.
I roughly pull her head back, my cock springing free, and watch as my shadows play with her.
The sight makes me pant—Aurora on her knees, legs spread, slick dripping down her thighs, my shadows working her cunt while her tits arch forward, throat bared like an offering.
I want it all with her. I don’t know what forever means for something like me. But I know I want to spend it right here, on my knees, worshipping her.
“Does that feel good, Aurora? I want to please you in every way.” I groan, then pull her toward me again.
While Aurora works my cock with slow, wet strokes of her mouth, I snake another shadow toward her. It drags through the wet mess between her thighs before slowly pushing inside.
Like earlier, her hips rock, back and forth, grinding down on the shadow that’s stretching her open.
I can feel how tight she is, how slick, how desperately she clings to my shadow. When her cunt clenches, my whole body vibrates with a prickly sensation, as if a thousand tiny needles are tracing their way across my skin.
Aurora slowly moves my cock toward the back of her throat as my shadow pumps into her. The slick, obscene sounds of her taking it make my balls tighten and my vision blur.
“That’s it. Take every inch, little lupine. Your throat is so fucking tight. Such a good girl for me.”
She moves like she’s memorized every nerve in my body, taking me deeper with each stroke, rewriting me with every inch.
Then she looks up, her dark green eyes locked on mine, her mouth stretched around me, and her lips slick with spit and sacrament.
My hips stutter, and my fingers twist tightly in her hair. I’m coming undone, piece by beautiful piece.
She knows exactly what she’s doing. She wants to see me in pieces.
And I’m giving it to her. The black-hole want. The dark matter strung between who I was and who I need to be.
I’m shaking.
Gone.
Fucking hers.
“Shit, Aurora. I’m going to co—”
But before I can finish my sentence, she swallows my cock and lightly twists my balls.
Fuck. Me. Dead.
The universe fractures when I come. Her mouth is an altar, her throat a temple. And I’ll fucking worship there until the stars go dark.
I growl like a fucking animal when she moans around me—my seed spilling down her throat, dripping from the corners of her mouth, too full to take more.
Aurora licks me clean, her throat still working as she swallows everything I give her. I grab her chin, get down on my knees with her, and lap at the corners of her mouth before slamming my lips to hers. I can taste myself on her tongue, and my cock twitches, already aching for more.
Because with Aurora, it will never be enough. Not in this lifetime or the next.
“You’re ravishing,” I breathe, replacing my shadows with my hand. “Let me take care of you, sweet girl.”
Aurora pants and moans against my chest while her fingers dig into my shoulder.
I nuzzle into her neck while my fingers desperately pump into her wet heat.
“You’re soaked for me, little lupine. You’ll feel so fucking good stretched around my cock,” I whisper in her ear, causing a whimper to fall from her sweet, bruised lips.
Visions of her hands stroking my shadow earlier invade my mind. I want something from her, but it might be a step too far.
I pause with my fingers deep inside her and decide to take the chance.
“Please, Aurora. Let me fuck your mouth with my shadow.”
My voice shakes with need.
“I want to feel you tremble around me. I want to hear you moan with my shadow in your throat, wrapped around something no one’s ever touched but you. We’ll be gentle. Unless you want us rough.”
“Fuck yes, Ezra. You don’t have to be gentle. Take what you need,” Aurora moans as she watches my shadows slither through the air toward her.
She lifts a hand, cups a tendril, and slowly licks it like it’s sacred.
When I yank her head back, the little goddess opens her mouth, and my shadow slowly slides over her searing hot tongue.
“Fuck!” I bark as I slowly pump my fingers into Aurora.
I can’t tear my eyes away from the sight of my shadow sliding in and out of her throat.
“On your back, Aurora. Legs wide. Knees up. I want to watch your pretty cunt take every inch my shadows give you while I stroke my cock and worship the sight of you.”
When she’s on her back, I send three thick tendrils toward her. One slides into her mouth, while the other teases her clit. And when the third slips inside her, it takes every ounce of restraint to not rip that smug little bastard away from her and sink myself so deep I’d never find my way back.
Fuck, I feel it all—every swallow, every desperate clench, every flutter.
Pre-cum slicks my cock, spilling over my fist. Every part of me is begging to be inside her, to leave proof that she’s mine.
“Just like that. Such a good girl for us. Now, relax your throat, darling, then swallow around my shadow. Shit, I’m not going to last long.”
Who the fuck could, when it’s my own shadows fucking the little goddess, her divine bliss sharp on my tongue, baptizing me in pleasure?
Aurora relaxes, allowing my shadow to slip down her throat. When she moans around me, it rattles something deep inside that quite honestly scares the shit out of me.
Fuck it.
That’s something to worry about later.
Right now? I need to come.
I need to mark the innocent little lupine as mine in every way that matters.
I’m seconds from coming so hard I might fucking black out. One hand jerks my cock rough and fast, the other teasing her nipples until her body starts to tremble, pleading for more without a sound.
She’s so close. The broken sounds she makes around my shadow beg for release, making me growl as I nibble the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder.
Her skin tastes like honeysuckle, salt, and sex.
It’s fucking intoxicating.
“Fall apart for me, now, little vixen.”
Her cunt clamps down, tight and greedy, around my shadow as she comes in a rush of heat and sound. I follow a few seconds later, my cum splashing over the insides of her thighs, mixing with hers.
Her hair spreads like a halo across the floor, her skin is slick with our cum, her tits rising with every ragged breath.
She looks like Christmas morning.
I’ve never had one. Obviously. I’ve only read about the joy and the wonder and the … trees?
Didn’t get it. Still not entirely convinced.
But if it feels anything like this?
Perhaps I can see the appeal.
When Aurora’s body goes slack with exhaustion, I scoop her into my arms, lay her on my bed, and clean between her thighs with a trembling hand. Then I wrap my body around hers, holding tight, hoping she doesn’t vanish.
Between her attack and Iain and Louie and the spell reversals and Renato, the poor little thing must be exhausted.
I bury my face in her neck while my shadows curl around her, unwilling to let her go. They worship her skin as I whisper all the things I’m too much of a coward to say to her face.
Because I’m falling fucking deep, which scares me as much as it thrills me.
I’ve seen so many beautiful and wondrous things during my long life, but nothing compares to her. With a deep sigh of satisfaction, I move a few pieces of hair away from her face, then plant soft kisses along her neck and shoulder.
“You’re mine, little goddess. Forever,” I murmur into her skin.
Aurora softly snores, curling into me. She belongs here, like the shape of my body was made to hold her.
I want to stay here, with her, forever.
But Renato was right. She needs her power. And soon.
I’ve waited eons to feel something like this. And now I have to clean up my sibling’s diplomatic disaster because Renato is simping over some lost little vampire.
My grip tightens around her waist, a possessive knot of shadow and flesh.
The Disciples. The desperate. The divine. Let them try to take her.
I’ll rip the stars from the sky and burn through Laniakea itself before they touch her.
She belongs to me.
And I’m not known for letting go.