Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
KIERAN
When I first woke this morning, I thought I was still dreaming.
I mean, this had to be a dream, right?
Because there was just no way that last night had been real—no way that Arken fucking Asher, light of my life, bane of my existence, and divine focus of my every fantasy, had actually kissed me first.
And there was just no way I had managed to bring her to bed. To my bed, where the scent of lemon, moss, and freshly fallen rain lingered, mingling with my own familiar essence.
But the woman sighing and swooning in my arms in her sleep had been too ethereal, too corporeal, too warm and soft and real for me to have possibly dreamed up. I dreamt of Arken all the time, and nothing compared to the real thing—it could never. She was real. This was real.
How the fuck was any of this real?
And yet here she was now, crawling atop my lap and spreading her thighs—those perfect swells of porcelain flesh, now decorated with the evidence of my misbehavior.
It really was Arken, moaning to herself and tipping her head back with pleasure as she slid that needy pink cunt against my cock, which had been fully erect from the moment I’d opened my eyes this morning.
I had been tempted to wake her up in a variety of ways—none of them particularly wholesome—but the better half of me had kept the arousal in check long enough to let her sleep.
And I found I actually really, really enjoyed watching her sleep.
However, my newfound patience had started to run dry, and she was…“Fucking…Fuck. You are so godsdamned wet already, Asher,” I growled in accusation. My cock was coated, slick and practically dripping after just one of those languid motions as she rocked her hips.
“Your fault,” she sighed sweetly, eyes closed and chin tilted toward the ceiling. The length of her hair tumbled down her back, tickling the very tops of my thighs. “Always your fault.”
“It fucking better be,” I bit out, gripping the sheets and trying my godsdamn best not to come without even being inside her.
She giggled softly at that. “I mean…it has been for the last year, at least.”
That’s what I like to hear.
I reached between her thighs, rubbing my thumb against her clit as she continued to slide back and forth.
“Oh, yeah? So you were wet for me when you came on every other cock this year?”
“And every tongue. Or cunt, for that matter.”
It drove me fucking insane, because she didn’t know. She didn’t even know that from the moment I’d met her, it had taken her image in the back of my mind to even get it up for anyone else. And that it hadn’t mattered whose lips or holes I’d been fucking—this cock had been hard for her.
As my thumb continued to stroke her center, applying pressure just the way I’d discovered she liked it, my other hand drifted to the base of my erection.
“You know that I respect you, right, Arken?” I asked cautiously.
She paused for a moment, gazing back down at me with bemused curiosity. “Yes…Why?”
“Because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”
Her curious, gentle smile immediately grew wicked. “You fucking better,” she echoed, her golden gaze gone molten with desire.
Oh, I am going to ruin your life, pretty girl.
I shoved my cock inside her without preamble, hands encircling the smallest part of her waist and driving her down against me, hard.
I didn’t even stop when she cried out in shock—didn’t bother checking in this time as she whimpered and gasped, because I knew this was what she wanted.
The glimmers of Light flashing at her fingertips told me all I needed to know.
After a few rough thrusts, I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her off me, those pillow-soft tits pooling as she landed next to me on her back.
“Oh, gods,” she groaned as I flipped her body over with ease. “Sweet fucking Hel, Kieran—”
“Stop talking,” I demanded, reaching around to cover her mouth with one hand, using the other to hold her down by the nape of her neck.
I wasn’t planning to take her in quite the feral fashion that I craved, but the girl had me tempted as she swirled her tongue against my fingers, sucking one into her mouth as she released another muffled, garbled mess of moans.
“Just fucking take it.”
The last orgasm I’d given her the night prior had been gentle. In our mutual exhaustion, after hours upon hours of relentless mind-numbingly perfect sex, we had slowed things down, drifting dangerously close to making love, and it had been the sweetest, softest of drugs.
“I would hardly call that duress, Vistarii,” she’d teased in the afterglow.
While I wasn’t ready to take the plunge and fully dominate Arken just yet, I was desperate to see just how deep her dark side ran. And so this was what one might call an experiment.
The observations thus far: my girl liked to be degraded…At least a little bit.
That only encouraged me to drive myself into her even harder, my hips pinning her down from behind with every aggressive push. The hand at the back of her neck wove its way into her hair and tugged, making her whimper against my fingers again.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I bit out breathlessly. “This is what you meant when you said you like it rough, isn’t it? You pathetic little thing.”
Her nod was forceful, even against the pressure of my hand.
I felt her breath, hot and heavy through her nose as she sucked my middle finger even deeper into her mouth.
The sensation was driving me insane, imagining just how good it would feel to slide something else down her throat, something a touch more challenging than a single finger.
Second observation: prior suspicions had been correct. Arken did, indeed, have a bit of an oral fixation.
Fuck, that’s so hot.
The sounds our bodies made as they slapped together were filthy, absolutely obscene, given how fucking wet she was.
And it felt vulgar, downright indecent, how hard my cock was getting from watching her writhe with pleasure while practically sobbing against my hand.
I truly didn’t think I could get any harder than I was, but I could tell I was driving her half out of her mind as I delivered the brand of pleasure she sought so desperately.
And that did unspeakable things to my brain.
“Did you let the others fuck you like this, Arken? Did they know what really gets you off?”
She shook her head emphatically, and I groaned, eyes meeting the back of my skull.
You’re godsdamned right they didn’t.
With every crude and wanton thrust, I felt her pussy weep and clench in the most luscious of ways.
I had truly never experienced a softer, tighter, hotter place to sink myself into, and again I had to wonder if the girl was fucking made for me.
My balls grew tight, almost painfully heavy as the muscles at my core tightened at the thought.
“Fucking. Give. It. To. Me,” I demanded, refusing my own release until she’d found hers. Her body began to tense up and shudder. “That’s right, sweetheart. I’m not asking.”
The noise that escaped her mouth as I removed my hand was some unholy cross between a whimper and a sob.
“Come for me, damnit,” I ground out, pressing her hips into the mattress with both hands so I could drive myself into her as hard as humanly fuckin’ possible.
It only took one of those thrusts to make her shatter.
“Fuck, Kieran!” she shouted, that needy little cunt of hers throbbing as her body jolted, milking the release from my cock.
My breath was heavy and ragged as I pulled out and collapsed beside her, resting a hand on her thigh.
“I mean,” I panted. “I’m pretty sure we just did.”
She snorted and slapped a pillow over my head. “Stop talking, Vistarii.”
After another round or three, a small rumble sounded from Arken’s stomach—one I’d only heard because I rested my head upon it, entirely blissed out with her fingers running through my hair.
“You’re hungry,” I said, pushing to a seated position. “What do you want for breakfast?”
Arken’s brow furrowed, and she stuck out her lower lip to pout at me. “No.”
“No?” I chuckled. “What do you mean, no?”
Her body language shifted subtly, and she seemed a bit shy. “I don’t wanna get out of bed yet,” she mumbled. “I’m not ready to leave.”
Oh, you sweet little thing.
“Thankfully, you don’t have to get out of bed, nor do you need to leave the townhouse in order for you to receive sustenance. That’s what I’m here for. Now, what would you like?”
At that, for some reason, Arken groaned, shoving her head into a pile of pillows.
“What is it, Little Conduit?” I asked, gently this time.
Her murmured response came out far too muffled by silk, linen, and down for me to comprehend.
“I’m gonna need you to try that one again.”
She huffed, pushing herself up into a seated position, picking at her fingernails and not meeting my gaze.
“Ark…”
“I don’t want you to leave, either.”
I really couldn’t help myself; the grin that spread across my face was too genuine to hold back. “Oh, I’m not going anywhere, gorgeous,” I explained. “Or rather, assuming you’re about to be a pedant, I only planned to head into the kitchen. I do know how to cook, you know.”
That seemed to legitimately surprise her. “You do?”
I gave her a deadpan stare, cocking my head.
Really?
“I am a grown ass adult, woman. Obviously I know how to cook and feed myself. I mean, it’s mostly breakfast foods these days if I’m being honest, and the occasional scone—”
“You made those scones? Who the Hel taught you how to make scones? Commander Ka?”
“Arken, please. We’re losing the plot here, and you’re wounding my ego.”
“The jam was one thing, but scones?”
Fates help me, she was fixating.
“Food. You need it. Surprising as it may be, I can make it. We’ve got options here—I can make an omelette, pretty sure I have some bacon, and I make a damn good pancake if I do say so myself.
If you’re not averse to leftovers, I also have some quiche from a few—” I paused, zeroing in on her dazed expression.
“Overstimulated?” I asked.
Arken’s golden glazed eyes widened for a moment, then she nodded.
“Need me to decide for us?”
She nodded again, the tension in her shoulders starting to loosen.
“And would you care to join me in the kitchen?”
“Yes, please,” she murmured, nodding a third time and offering me a shy but appreciative smile. “Just…give me a moment to get dressed, and I’ll come join you.”
I snorted. “Nonsense. You’re coming with me.”
Before she could open her mouth to question my intentions, I had her scooped up—both the duvet and her body effortlessly sliding into my arms. She squeaked and giggled beneath her breath as I carried her down the hallway in a cloud of linen and fluff, and I kissed her forehead before setting her down on one of the stools behind the breakfast nook in my kitchen.
“Pancakes it is.”