Chapter 37
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
KIERAN
That mess would look so much prettier on my tongue.
Fates flay me open. This woman was trying to kill me.
Gods, you’re such a little menace.
She knew damn well what that visual would do to me. I hadn’t let myself find release on her tongue just yet, but fuck, I wanted it.
Takes one to know one.
I chuckled. We were quite a pair, weren’t we? But if she was going to sing to me across the city like an eager little siren, I wasn’t about to give her the upper hand quite so quickly.
Now, since you so kindly followed your instructions…
You would look pretty on my tongue right about now.
I wish that I was spreading those thighs apart nice and slow, watching how you glisten for me, breathing against that cunt until you're begging for me to taste it. You would beg for me, wouldn't you?
Gods, I needed it. I needed it soon.
You already know the answer to that.
Yeah, I did. And the fact that she knew it only made me harder.
I do, sweetheart, I do. And I can’t wait to make you beg.
Her next response left me smirking, but also aching, my balls growing tight and heavy with need as I imagined the words on her breath in that whimpering fucking whine of hers.
Fuck. Please.
Oh, you'd be begging so much harder than that. Hands getting a little too busy for a longer reply, Asher?
Yes.
That’s a good girl.
Good. Allow me to continue, then. I'd wait until you were trembling, I think, before finally giving in and letting myself devour you.
Tasting every inch of what waits for me between those gorgeous legs, fucking you with my tongue until you're all worked up and whining.
You know how much I love all those desperate little sounds you make for me, don't you? I bet you're making them right now.
And I'd be stroking myself the whole time, just like I'm doing in between every note I send you. Do you have any idea how hard I get, just from the fucking thought of you?
Her next reply was short as well, which meant I was doing my job right.
I want it.
I know you do.
In my mouth, specifically. And yes, I'm well aware that makes me a whore.
My right hand gripped the sheets as my dominant left kept going.
Arken had tried on multiple occasions now to give me head, and while I’d let her indulge a little, I’d stopped her before escalating because quite frankly, I didn’t trust myself.
The way Arken’s lips looked wrapped around my cock was borderline obscene, and the feel of her throat was insane.
Every time that eager little tongue of hers had encouraged me in deeper, the feral urge to fuck her throat raw was so intense that I’d needed to stop myself, to change positions before I exposed just how depraved I really was.
It makes you fucking perfect, as far as I'm concerned. How bad do you wanna be on your knees for me right now, pretty girl?
So fucking bad.
“Fuuuck,” I groaned aloud.
You really do have a bit of an oral fixation, don't you? Gods. My cock would feel so damn good sliding between your lips, right into that hot, desperate mouth of yours. And even better pushing its way down your throat. Think you can take it all?
No question.
Fates fucking help me. I didn’t know why I even bothered asking for help—they loved to watch me suffer like this. But gods fucking damnit, Asher. That reply had come through all too quickly.
Mmm, such confidence, Little Conduit. I like that. Maybe I wouldn’t put you on your knees just yet. Maybe I’d just make you suck me off while I went to work eating out that sweet cunt, just to hear you moan against my cock.
Both? Please? Both sounds good.
So greedy.
Guilty as charged. But I’ll always be greedy when it comes to you and that cock of yours, Captain.
Yeah, she fucking better be.
This cock of mine really wants to be inside you right now.
Where, exactly, does it want to be right now? You’ve got so many options. Be specific.
Oh, for fuck’s sake. She was such a little tease.
You still thinking about our moment in my office, there, pretty girl?
Are you sure that Shadow Conduits can’t read minds? Or am I just really that transparent?
Godsdamnit, I was right. She was still thinking about it. But so was I, after all.
Option C: I haven’t stopped thinking about it since you reacted the way you did.
To be further transparent, I’m not entirely certain I’m ready for that…
I knew that, too. It would take some practice, some easing into, if Arken wanted to take more than just my tongue in her ass—but that was part of the indulgence. And the beauty of having the power to morph Shadows into whatever manner of tool or object I so desired.
I’m a very patient man when I want to be. I’ll wait, Little Conduit. But I’m taking that ass of yours eventually.
Fates help me.
What, are they going to help you get off?
I might’ve given up on that for the night. It’s not the same.
Absolutely not. I wasn’t going to spend this entire evening coming all over myself if she wasn’t doing the same. Fuck that.
Oh, no you don’t. Put those fingers back where they belong, Arken. I’m going to make you come tonight.
Y’know, that would be a whole lot easier if you just came over.
Pointing out the obvious, were we?
Well, yes. But I’m trying to behave myself in that regard.
Why did you have to pick tonight, of all nights, to start behaving yourself, you fucking bastard?
I smirked to myself over the little droplets of smudged ink that exposed how aggressively she’d written those words for me.
You sound a little worked up, sweetheart.
You think???
Do you need me to take care of you?
Yes. Please. I can’t fucking take it, Kieran.
Gods, the temptation was real. The urge to just show up at her doorstep, boundaries be damned.
That’s a shame. The whole point would be for you to take it. You take it so well, after all.
Get your ass over here.
She really was trying to kill me, wasn’t she? And here I was, just trying to be good for once in my godsdamned life.
And ruin your sleep schedule even further? I think not.
Fuck my sleep schedule. Come over.
I tried to tell myself that she didn’t really mean it, that she was just teasing and taunting in all the ways she knew best. And yet…
You gonna beg for it, or what?
My self-restraint was dissipating by the minute.
Please, Kier. I’m desperate right now. I’m losing my fucking mind trying to get myself off when nothing feels as good as the way you touch me. Please come over and fuck me. Do whatever the fuck you want to me, just come over.
Holy fucking Hel.
Whatever I want, eh? Those are dangerous words.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
And I do like you desperate for me…
I was already out of bed.
Kieran, I’m being serious. I don’t give a damn about my sleep schedule. That was a stupid request in the first place. You know what? Fuck it, I’m coming over there.
I frowned.
No the fuck you are not, it’s late, and after dark. I will kick your ass if you show up on my doorstep, Arken, I swear to the fucking Source.
That’s hardly discouraging.
It should be, because I’d kick your ass and then I wouldn’t even fuck you afterward. I’d just sit there and watch you keep struggling to come.
Now that’s just cruel. You’re a sadist.
You have no idea.
Though she would, soon enough. Visions of her ass lit up in red had been haunting me all godsdamned day.
Please, Kier? Like really. Fucking please. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep at all if I have to spend this whole night away from you. I need you right now. You want me to beg, I’ll beg. But I beg so much prettier on my knees.
I snickered to myself as I pulled on pants, tightening my belt before sending her my wicked response.
I’ll take this under consideration.
It was only fair that I tormented her for just a touch longer. This had been her idea, after all.
Kieran fucking Vistarii, I swear to the fucking Source, if you do not come over and get your ass in my bed right now, I will never fucking forgive you for making me suffer like this.
That’s my girl.
Left reckless and wrecked by my desire for this girl, I chose to misbehave. Shrugging on a shirt, I murmured a quick incantation and stepped into the shadowy void of night.