Chapter 26
Cillian
I’m not going to last.
Those words have been playing on a loop inside my head since I found her drenched with rain beside my camper.
It’s the chase that’s bred this vicious ache in me. That, and undeniable physical attraction. I might hate all that Electra is on the inside, in her blood, but I most definitely don’t have a problem with the body that contains it.
Especially when it’s clad in my fucking hoodie. Thoughts like these make me wonder whether the male species has truly evolved.
With painful deliberateness, I remove my glasses and fold the branches, then hook them to the net of the storage basket.
Even though my intent isn’t to blur the sight before me, I’m hoping it’ll help calm my erection.
It doesn’t. My dick remains standing tall like it’s gunning for an altitude record.
Or Electra’s mouth, which is incredibly close to it, considering our tight quarters.
I imagine her rolling the hem of my sweats down to free me before capturing me between her lips.
My balls draw up tight like they’re trying to crawl into my body the same way my dick is desperate to crawl into hers.
I shut my eyes and conjure Trenton’s ugly mug, then picture the scar he gave Quinn, then his face again. My heart is still pounding fast, and my dick still as stiff as driftwood, but at least Electra’s phantom grip on my balls is loosening.
Until I feel her bump my tip. My lids fly open, thinking that I must’ve listed toward her like a perv. Except… Except I haven’t moved; she has.
She brushes her knuckles against my erection, and the edge of my vision sizzles like paper catching on fire.
I try to say her name, but it doesn’t make it up my wadded throat. So articulate a moment ago, and now, look at what I’ve become: an eager, arrogant prick who’d give anything to come first.
I cuff her wrist. “First,” I manage to grit out. “You.”
A nearby EXIT sign throws a red glow over Electra, but not nearly as much as my words. They’ve cast a flush that even my poor eyesight picks up on.
“Why?” she asks.
My eyebrows tilt. “What do you mean, why?”
“Why does it have to be me?” She straightens two fingers and strokes the underside of my penis.
The flames spread, crackle. “Because…” My grip on her wrist trembles as air streaks down my nostrils. “Because…”
“I won’t think less of you if we take care of your hardon.”
But I’ll think more of you…
Where the hell did that thought come from?
Another brush of her fingers has my needy dick bobbing.
“Besides, it would be selfish,” she says.
“How would”—my Adam’s apple jerks—“pleasuring me make you selfish?”
“Well, once you’re nice and relaxed, you’ll have more time to make me relaxed.” She gives me a smile that’s shameless and sweet.
It sinks deep, but not in the place she’s still teasing with her fingertips. Higher. In a place that’s supposed to be guarded by bone and good sense.
I’m starting to think I crashed into that bus earlier, and this is a coma dream. Wouldn’t be my first wet dream featuring this woman. I’ve had too many to count since getting my hands on her file.
As though I were leafing through it at that moment, I see the page with the section on sexual preference:
Does not fraternize with college peers
Sexual experience: unknown
Crush: Malachi Hadez.
The thought of him makes me want to taint her with my cum.
“You make a good point,” I finally say, uncuffing her.
This time, her smile is bolder, a swath of white on her goddess face.
Her fingers skim up to the dark-gray band of my briefs that stick out over my joggers. She hooks them and drags them, and my sweatpants, low. The slow drag of her hand, the friction of it, makes my abs clamp down and my hips rut forward.
I plant both palms on the ceiling, fingers spread wide, bracing for what’s to come. “How are you going to get me off, Miss Serran? With your mouth or your hand?”
She shrugs. “Let’s see what you’re packing first.”
A startled snort shoots out of me. “Afraid your jaw can’t stretch wide enough?”
She looks away from the dick she’s about to reveal, plunging her jeweled irises on my face. “You are so not what I was expecting, Cillian Lowry.”
My heart stops and starts at the words—because she means them like a compliment. Like I’m a pleasant surprise.
I suddenly never want her to see what lives underneath…who I truly am and what I have come into her world to do.
I don’t want her to stop looking at me like she’s looking at me in the moment.
Like I’m worth something.
Deceit sours my mouth and softens me. Or rather begins to, but then she’s unveiling me and staring, making all the blood in my body converge there until I think the vessels roping my dick might burst.
I rue my poor eyesight, needing to squint to make out the emotions composing her face. Her features are tense—with concentration or anxiety?
“You don’t have to suck me off,” I say. “I was just teasing you. Your hand—or I can use my own—” I choke on the rest of my ramblings, because she’s just leaned forward and licked my angry-purple tip. “Fuuuuuck.”
When she gloves me with her hot mouth, my biceps harden as though the ceiling was caving and my arms were the only thing keeping the camper from crumpling.
“Fuck me,” I rasp when she wraps her fingers around my root and begins to pump.
I’m going to blow. I might already have started. I’m awash with so much blinding pleasure that I think it’s not only leaking from my dick but also coming out of my pores.
“Electra.” I choke on her name, my abdomen spasming so hard I jerk my hips.
She gags as I hit the back of her throat.
“I’m sorry.” My balls rise and clench, and sweat runs down my spine. “Your mouth is magic, baby.”
The words are out without thought, but what if her runes are the reason this feels so damn surreal?
I pull back, for her throat’s sake. Not because I’m scared of her magic. If it can enhance orgasms, then I have no problem with it. I’m aware it’s a convenient line to draw, yet I can’t seem to care.
Her fingers curl tighter, and then her other hand finds my balls, and I’m done for.
I cup her cheek, trying to guide her face away, but my body seizes, and my fingers freeze. “Electra, baby, you—it’s—I’m…” My warning becomes incoherent babble, because I don’t just come; I detonate.
Her throat bobs, yet rivulets of my seed drip down her chin.
My dick twitches as more cum gushes out. It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten sucked off, but I can say, with unwavering clarity, that I have never climaxed this hard. I’m more than ever convinced it has to do with her runes.
I grip her jaw and tilt her head. “That was the single best blowjob I have ever been given.” My thumb strokes away a trail of my pleasure. “Thank you.”
“I’m sure it wasn’t, but I appreciate the compliment.”
“Why would I make that up?”
“To receive more of them?” she quips. “I mean, if you told me I was shit at it, I’d probably think twice before giving you another one.”
I shake my head at her. And then I drag my briefs and joggers back up—because who wants a flaccid penis in their face?—and pull off my T-shirt to wipe her face clean. And then I crouch in the diminutive space between the door and the mattress until our heads are leveled.
“Baby, I don’t know how many you’ve given—and I don’t want to know, because I’d likely hunt down all your exes—but as I said in the throes of the moment…
As I’ll repeat now that I’m not obstructing your airway, your mouth was fucking magic.
Almost could lead a person to believe the tattoos on your neck hold real power. ”
As I lean in to steal a kiss, her pupils swell, thinning the color around them. I wonder how long it’ll take her to admit that her runes aren’t just ink, and how well I’ll manage to feign astonishment when she does.
Food for thought. For another time. Not when I’m on the brink of seeing more of Electra than Malachi Hadez ever has. The satisfaction this brings me is heady as hell.
I drag my palms up her smooth thighs. “Shall we see how much magic is contained in your cunt?”