Chapter 39 Aurora #3
My fingers barely brush the doorknob before Ezra spins me around, his mouth crashing into mine. One hand travels up my spine, then roughly fists in my hair while his other hand grips my hip so hard I know it’ll bruise.
His touch isn’t just fire. It’s fucking conflagration.
The moment I open my mouth for him, he takes—a slow, claiming stroke of his tongue that makes my stomach drop.
I barely register the movement until something bumps the back of my thighs.
When I open my eyes, I realize we’re in the small powder room off the foyer.
Ezra doesn’t break the kiss as he lifts me with terrifying ease. He pulls me to the edge of the counter with deliberate slowness, wanting me to feel every inch of his control.
He kicks the door shut behind him, parts my legs, then nestles himself between them, rubbing his already stiff cock against me.
I wrap my legs around his thighs and my arms around his neck, drawing him close.
The connection between us feels so strong, so desperate, it leaves me breathless.
When I push Ezra back, I’m met with his beautiful stormy grey eyes that look like an ocean on fire.
“What are you doing, Ezra?” I pant, my hand sliding down to stroke him through his pants.
I know exactly what he’s doing. I just want to hear him say it.
Shadows slither up my thighs, impatient little harbingers of his touch.
Eddy #1 traces lazy circles along my neck before tightening just enough to make my breath hitch. Its electric chill skims my pulse, humming with want.
Cheeky eddy #2 wraps around my wrist before creeping lower, teasing the inside of my thigh.
“I would have thought that quite obvious, darling.”
His voice is local lavender honey and well-earned arrogance.
“I’m about to fuck you in Iain’s powder room.”
Ezra’s dark chuckle shoots straight through me, sharp and electric, like a defibrillator to my goddamn clit.
“Although, if you’d prefer, we can stop,” he whispers, his hands running up my thighs, lifting my skirt in the process.
I roll my hips against his straining length, then shake my head.
“Totemo iikoda. You’ll have to be quiet then, little lupine. Your moans and screams of pleasure belong to me.”
He wraps an arm around my waist, dragging me flush against him with effortless control.
In one swift, infuriatingly confident move, he tears my underwear away from my body, then slides two fingers deep inside of me. He mercilessly curls them against that sweet spot until a loud moan rips from my throat.
“Aurora, what did I say? Such a naughty little thing. I wonder … does that make you ache? The idea of a room full of underborne watching while I worship you like the goddess you are? All of them riveted as I obey your every command—your well-trained pet, desperate to make you proud.”
My pussy clenches around his fingers, wet and aching at the image of his devotion on display. Every touch meant for me, every underborne bearing witness as he falls to his knees.
“Christ, Aurora. You like that idea, don’t you?”
“I-I’ve never thought about it before,” I pant, barely able to speak through the pleasure.
“But it sounds kind of hot.”
Ezra groans deep in his chest, then nuzzles his face into my neck.
“The thought of them watching while I submit to you? Fuck, neska goxoa … It drives the monster in me wild.”
His fingers move with ferocious worship, bringing me to the edge of a mind-altering orgasm.
Instead of letting me fall, Ezra slows his pace, then removes his fingers, causing a small whimper to chirp at the back of my throat.
“Kounye a, souse,” he commands, bringing his hand to my mouth.
When his fingers slip between my parted lips, I swirl my tongue around them, taking them to the back of my throat.
Ezra groans, undoing his belt with his free hand and then unzipping his pants. He pulls them down just enough for his thick, beautiful cock to spring free.
He grabs my hips and runs the tip through my soaked pussy, dragging it slowly until I whimper.
Then, with a deep growl, he slams inside me.
His shadows rise around us, hungry and endless, claiming everything they touch.
One of them coils around my ribs, not to hold me back, but to hold me down. Another slips between my thighs, stroking my clit in perfect rhythm with Ezra’s thrusts.
His fingers tighten on my hips, possessive and anchoring.
“You feel that, little goddess? My cock stretching you open? My shadows clawing to get closer? Every part of me desperate to worship at the altar between your thighs? I’d fill you until the stars burn out and still beg for another chance to be inside you.”
His shadows aren’t just reacting to my pleasure anymore. They’re hungry for it.
“Fuck, Ezra,” I whimper, my body arching as his cock and his shadows work in perfect sync, dragging me closer to the edge.
Ezra growls, his teeth grazing my jaw.
“That’s it, Aurora. Take all of me. Every last fucking piece. Now tell them who this tight little cunt belongs to.” He snarls through clenched teeth, fucking me harder, his eyes fixed on where he’s buried deep, hips snapping against mine without mercy.
My orgasm quickly builds deep in my stomach, and my body flushes hot with the need for release.
“Fuck, you do, Ezra. I belong to you. Harder, please!” I beg, biting down so hard on my lower lip a small stream of blood drips down my chin. The sting barely registers. My body hums, strung tight and burning, tuned only to him.
Ezra follows the blood trail with his tongue, then whispers, “Good girl,” in my ear. And every last nerve in my body detonates with a cry so sharp it shreds my throat.
The eddies react instantly, feeding off my pleasure. Eddy #1 tightens around my throat, while another slips over my jaw, forcing me to face Ezra, to look at him, to watch what he’s doing to me.
“So eager. So fucking open—for me, for them,” Ezra rasps, nipping at my earlobe. “You let me fuck you with every piece of me, and it pulls at the hollow deep inside. The one that’s always been waiting. Wanting. Goddamn starving.”
I don’t know if he means the shadows … or the monster inside him. Maybe both. Maybe that’s why it feels so good.
“Fuck, yes. Let go—make a mess all over my cock. Strangle me with that perfect little cunt. More. I need more. I need all of you. I live for the way you scream for me, sweet girl. Do it again. Karju minu eest,” Ezra groans against my neck, driving into me like he can’t get deep enough.
“Ezra! It’s too much—please!” I whisper, desperately trying to be quiet.
Ezra’s hand runs up my back, gathering a fistful of my hair. He roughly pulls, making me moan, then runs his nose up my neck and nips at my earlobe.
“Such a naughty little goddess today,” he growls. “Maybe I’ll take you home and spank you until you can’t tell if you’re crying from pleasure or pain?”
His free hand snakes between my legs, stroking and pinching my aching clit.
Shifting his position, Ezra rolls his hips, forcing himself deeper than before.
His cock finds that sweet spot, and I’m gone, desperate to come, nothing but want.
“Such a good girl,” Ezra groans. “Now scream for me while I fill this perfect little cunt. I want to fuck you so full you’re leaking me all goddamn day.”
His words are pure filth, making me unravel, pulling my soul apart with every thrust.
My body shakes, and I bite into his chest to stifle my scream.
“Christ, yes. Gigit aku. Make me bleed, Aurora. Every last drop of me belongs to you. Everything belongs to you, little lupine.” His voice is soft, barely more than a thought spoken aloud.
Ezra uses the hand wrapped in my hair to move my head to one side, then bites down on the muscles between my neck and shoulder.
His razor-sharp teeth sink smoothly, almost painlessly, into my flesh, making us both moan while he desperately ruts into me.
“T?ydellinen hirvioni,” I whisper against his ear.
Fucking, finally. There’s my monster.
Ezra comes a few seconds later, my name rumbling deep in his chest … which almost sets me off for a third time.
His shadows twitch and pulse, drunk on our destruction, devouring every moan, every broken gasp.
They flicker and pulse, writhing along his back, twitching with every powerful thrust, mirroring his every movement like an extension of his pleasure.
One last shudder wracks through him, and the eddies collapse, sighing back into his skin. Those smug little bastards definitely got off, too.
When I come back to reality, my face burns with the realization of what we just did … and how much it turned me on.
Ezra runs soft kisses up and down my neck, stopping to lap at the blood running down my chest, until a loud bang at the door ruins everything.
Every single one of the eddies freezes like guilty little pervs caught mid-debauchery.
One of them frantically yanks my skirt down, while another smooths Ezra’s shirt, trying their void-damned best to preserve our dignity.
Valiant effort, fellas.
Ezra rakes a hand through his hair, looking truly exasperated for the first time in his long, starless existence.
“You filthy little hypocrites.”
From the other side of the door, Iain’s voice erupts.
“What in the absolute fuck?! Thirty minutes! That’s all it took for you two degenerates to defile my home? I hope to the endless dark above you’re sanitizing that fucking bathroom within an inch of its life!”
Ezra finds some bandages and antiseptic at the back of Iain’s cabinet. As he works, his shadows slither over my shoulder, almost curious. One of them hugs my wrist, a shivering coil of concern.
That must be sweet eddy #3.
Ezra gently cleans my wound, expertly dressing it before brushing a slow, lingering kiss over the bandage.
“You never cease to amaze me, little lupine. I hope I didn’t hurt you. But when you bit me, I’m afraid some dark part of me broke through. Although, judging by the way you screamed my name and nearly sobbed on my cock, I’d say you enjoyed yourself.”
“All is well, Ezra. That was so fucking hot. Bite me any time you want,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck so I can pull him closer.