Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
KIERAN
The sounds that escaped Arken Asher’s throat as I feasted on her sweet cunt were fucking unholy, and yet they made me feel like a god all the same.
I groaned with my own pleasure, fisting my cock with one hand, the other gripping her thigh to keep her pinned against my desk. My Shadows were doing all the important work for me, a second set of hands forming like smoke, gripping her ass and keeping her spread wide open for me.
What a fucking view.
With both of Arken’s pretty little holes on display, my thoughts were somehow filthier than my actions—even with her arousal dripping down my neck and chin, coating me in the evidence of her need.
We only had an hour, and I still really wanted to get my cock inside her, but I just couldn’t. Fucking. Stop.
The way she quivered on my tongue, hips rolling back to take it deeper, had me just about ready to blow my load all too soon, and again, always with those fucking noises—
“Gods fucking damnit, Arken,” I growled against her hot, wet flesh as she whimpered and mewled. I needed another free hand—I needed to be playing with her clit, I needed to see just how cock-drunk I could get this girl without even putting it inside her.
Thick ropes of Shadow summoned themselves in response, keeping her bound against the desk.
Thank you kindly.
Unwilling to pause my personal feast, I slipped my palm beneath my chin and began to tease at her swollen center with the pad of my middle finger. It slid so effortlessly around that bundle of sensitive nerves, and with just the barest hint of pressure…
“Fuck, Kieran!” Arken cried out.
Gods, she was so sensitive.
“Kieran, please!”
That’s it, sweetheart. Put those fucking sound wards to good fucking use.
I pulled back for a breathless moment, planting a quick bite on her left ass cheek as I watched her pussy clench and pulse up close. What a damn sight to behold.
“I can’t take it,” she panted. “Need you. So bad. Gods, Kieran, please.”
“Begging for my cock already, Little Conduit?” I teased.
“PLEASE,” she groaned, louder than sin.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” I whispered, stroking my cock with rough fervor now, reveling in the mess I was making of us both.
I wasn’t going to fuck her yet. Not until I took her to the very edge of insanity. It was only fair, given how fucking insane I felt any time I got to taste her on my tongue.
“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I fucking can’t,” Arken sobbed against the desk, until the words devolved into another round of whines and wailing.
I was losing grip on my own self-control, truth be told, but a certain curiosity kept me on my knees for just a little bit longer…
With my Shadows keeping her ass spread, it was more than just her perfect cunt on display, and I’d felt the way she shivered every time I had buried my face deep enough to brush against that other, tighter hole.
Unable to resist, I flicked my tongue gently over that tight little entrance.
Arken stiffened briefly, sucking in a short breath.
“Kier,” she gasped, and I could hear it in her voice: this was new for her. “What are you—Oh gods.”
Fuck, that made me hard—the idea that I could be any of Arken’s firsts. I loved this woman’s well-earned sexual confidence, never really having had much of a thing for inexperienced partners, but the idea of being the first cock—the only cock who had the opportunity to take her ass?
Emboldened by my own darkening desire, I buried my face between her thighs again, this time running my tongue from her clit and all the way back up in a slow, languid motion, spreading that sweet arousal all the way to that tight little hole.
“Ngh, too much,” Arken panted, pained and breathless. “Fuck, Kier, it’s too much.”
“That’s alright, Little Conduit,” I purred, stroking her ass with an open palm as I rose to my feet. “You’ve already told me what I wanted to know.”
“Didn’t—ngh—say—anything?”
Gods, she was a mess. Even without my tongue inside her, she was still trembling with need. I’d done my job well.
“Oh, yes you did. You’re going to let me take you here one day, aren’t you, sweet thing?
” I murmured, pressing a fingertip gently against where my tongue had teased.
“Because if I had it my way, I would use you like the whore you seem to so desperately want to be for me and take you every way there is to be had.”
Arken whimpered and shivered in response, biting her lip…in anticipation? Fuck me.
“Does that excite you?” I murmured as I stroked myself, preparing to sink back into that needy little cunt.
“Yes,” she whispered, burying her face into the desk.
“Fucking Fates, you’re even filthier than you let on, Asher.” And since sex and sensuality rolled off that woman in waves, even when she wasn’t trying? Yeah, that was saying something.
Fucking. Made. For. Me.
“You’re one to—ahh,” she groaned, interrupted as I slid inside her effortlessly. “You’re one to talk.”
“Indeed, I am,” I replied. “As a matter of fact, I consider myself to be a bit of a subject matter expert.”
As I rolled my hips, the poor thing ran out of coherence. We were back to the garbled mess of whining and groaning, made all the more indecent with the sounds of flesh slamming together as our bodies found their perfect rhythm, just as they always did.
It was as easy as breathing.
With about twenty minutes left before I was so late to my meeting with Jer that he damn well may have attempted to strangle me in my sleep, Arken had recovered just enough post-coital sanity to enjoy a quick lunch sat on my lap.
“Thank you, pretty girl,” I said appreciatively, one arm draped around her to ensure she wouldn’t fall as she used my thighs as her preferred seating arrangement while we ate.
Never mind that there had been two perfectly good chairs just across the desk.
I liked her right where she was, tucked beneath my chin and humming with contentment as she nibbled on what remained of her sandwich.
“For what, exactly?” she said, giggling as I picked a stray croissant crumb out of her hair. “The lunch, the sex, or the fact that I didn’t stab you for abusing your privileges to disrupt my education?”
“All of the above?” I grinned. I remained open to being stabbed, so long as it was by her blade.
Arken snorted and shook her head, as if she knew exactly what I was thinking. “You’re welcome,” she replied, toasting her cup of cider with mine. Thanks to the brilliant ingenuity of the free market or some shit, the beverages were still hot and perfectly spiced.
We sipped together in comfortable silence for quite some time, long after I was supposed to meet up with Jeremiah. Ah, well. He could take it out on me later in a sparring session.
“And I do apologize for my impetuous behavior,” I murmured as she slipped back into her dress, re-tousling her hair between her fingertips in an attempt to look less freshly fucked. “I shouldn’t have interrupted your lecture. I promise to be on my best behavior moving forward.”
Arken grinned. “So…You’ll give it about a week before you’re back on your worst behavior?”
“More or less,” I laughed.
“For what it’s worth, the intrusion was rather welcome today,” Arken said as she straightened the collar of my shirt. “I couldn’t focus for shit.”
“Oh yeah? And why is that?”
I expected some kind of sharp-tongued, smart-ass response, but instead all I found in her eyes was honest affection.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you, either,” she said softly.
The gentle confession left my ego purring like a contented cat, luxuriating in the warmth of the morning sun.
I would endeavor to be less impulsive, though—or at the very least, less disruptive…
Because it was becoming increasingly apparent that these obsessive urges of mine weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.
If anything, they only seemed to intensify with every passing hour, so I would have to find a way to keep myself in check—for her sake, if not my own.
When it came time for Arken to leave, I noticed the way she lingered in the doorway, a wistful expression swimming in her wide, golden eyes. It held enough weight that it bordered on genuine sadness, and I felt my chest constrict.
“Just one more lecture,” I reminded her softly. “Two more hours, and I’ll be waiting for you. You know where to find me, Little Conduit.”
Arken exhaled slowly and then nodded. “That I do, Captain. I’ll see you soon.”
“Be good,” I murmured.
“Only for you.”
And those three little words echoed in my mind long after she took her leave, pulsing through my head like a heartbeat.
Only for you.
Only for you.
Only for you.