Chapter 15 Zayn #3
As he stroked my nape, he tilted my chin up with a firm grasp, our gazes colliding, where I saw white-hot need blazing back at me.
More confirmation that this was all okay.
I wanted to have this effect on him.
I needed it.
“Open,” he commanded, and it was so fucking seductive and needy, that I just did it, just opened for him.
He slid his cock over my tongue, nice and slow, and I instinctively flicked mine out, licking all over his shaft and tasting all that stickiness. The scales were strangely soft to the touch and felt amazing against my tongue.
He growled as he watched me swallow it all down.
“Hold,” he told me, grasping my jaw harder and stilling me, as he pulled his cock free. “Hold as I thoroughly fill your throat. You’ll choke on me beautifully, won’t you?”
I nodded.
“Use your words.”
“I… yes. I want to… do it… do it, please.”
“Want what?” he pushed. “What would you like me to do?”
Fuck. “I want you gagging me with your hot fucking cock, all right? So, do it. Give it to me. Make me choke on you.”
I looked away as soon as those bold words were out there. Words of submission, words of me basically begging him to dominate and degrade me.
But he jerked my gaze back to him with his hold on my jaw.
“No. Keep your eyes on me as I feed you, rageling.”
My damned chest fluttered at that endearment.
And I loved it.
I stared up at him, my mouth wide open, and he shifted both hands to my hair, fisting harshly and making me grunt at the welcome bite of pain.
And then he used the hold as leverage as he surged forward and plunged down my throat, driving all the way in, and making me gag instantly.
He held, stroking my hair and watching intently as my eyes watered.
Then he eased back, giving me some time to breathe, before then surging forward again and filling my throat.
I remained still at his orders, letting him just use my mouth as he pleased.
He played with me for a while, slamming in and holding deep.
And then he found a rhythm and started actually fucking my throat.
“Teeth,” he grunted.
A thrill rolled through me. Damn. That was deliciously messed-up. Right up my alley.
I grazed his cock with my teeth and his grunts turned to feral growls within seconds.
His rhythm lost its perfect controlled nature and became wild and broken.
Fucking frantic.
I was damn well humping the floor, then clutching at his thighs as I even found myself opening even wider, totally giving myself over to him using me for his pleasure.
He startled me as he suddenly shoved his shoe beneath me, right where I needed the friction.
“Ride it,” he ordered.
He was pushing me, exerting further dominance, dragging me down deeper into a submissive state.
I ground against his shoe, rubbing my dick through my jeans on the hard leather, as heat, pleasure, and unbridled desire took me over.
Through it all, my eyes were locked on his bliss-filled ones.
“Very good boy,” he commended me, stroking my hair, as his thrusts started to slow all of a sudden. His eyes softened and he looked at me in what seemed like… reverence. “Such a beauty,” he crooned. “So courageous.”
He startled me as he pulled his cock free with a hiss.
“What is… why?” I questioned, staring up at him in confusion.
He hadn’t come yet.
And I wanted it. I wanted to feel him explode on my tongue, to swallow him down, to take him to that point, to pull that from him.
But he was grasping my arms and easing me to my feet in the next moment instead.
Then, with a flick of his magic, he had my jeans open.
Another, and they were wrenched down to my knees.
A strangled cry escaped me when he suddenly grasped my cock. I was so sensitized after everything that even that was so fucking intense.
He held me by my shaft and used it to drag us over to the nearest wall, where he backed himself against it.
“You’ve made my cock delightfully slippery. Now take your pleasure with me.”
“I don’t… I thought—”
“Your notion of top and bottom is too rigid for what you actually need.” He smiled. “Besides, I am new to all this… eroticism, so your expertise is warranted.” He licked the shell of my ear, sending a shock of bliss through me. “How does that sound?”
“Good,” I rasped. “Really fucking good.”
In the next moment, I was grasping his ass and grinding his cock along mine.
“Motherfucker,” I choked. “Fucking yes!”
His hands slammed down on my shoulders, caging me to him, as he moved with me, rubbing against me and meeting my rhythm.
It was strange setting the rhythm myself, but also being ruled at the same time by him, caged in, overwhelmed… shit, I loved it. I fucking well loved it.
Every. Single. Moment.
Our precum and my saliva slicked our cocks as the thrusting became violent, sharp zaps of pleasure drawing non-stop growls from me, growing louder and louder.
He snarled and licked and nipped at my throat, my jaw, my ear.
I threw my hand out, my fire rising white-hot to the point where I couldn’t contain it a moment longer. “Ah!” I cried as I grabbed his hand. “I can’t… I’m gonna…”
My fuchsia flame erupted.
A mere grunt escaped him. That was all.
I looked to see his petrification pushing against my flame, holding it at bay, even when it raged harder and hotter, more dangerous.
He winked at me.
“Vaxan…”
“All is well,” he soothed. “Let it all go. You are safe here. Safe to do so.”
Yeah, I really was.
He’d made it so.
All the way through.
There wasn’t even a lick of shame left.
There wasn’t that nagging sense of hating the vulnerability of it, of needing to pull back before it went too deep. There was only a craving for more, more, and more!
He reached around with his free hand and slicked his fingers in our precum coating our cocks.
Then I groaned as I felt his slippery finger at my ass.
Somehow, he was holding his magic steady against mine in perfect balance, while still thrusting against my cock, then carefully easing into my hole.
I rammed my hips back and forth all the wilder as he sank in deeper and deeper, the thrilling burn adding another level of stimulation to all the rest, sending everything into awesome overload.
“Fuck!” I cried, as he scraped and twisted inside me, and hit that sensitive spot right on. “Yes! There! Don’t stop!” I was screaming in the next moment. “Please. Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me!”
“Come all over our cocks.” He growled at my ear, as he hit that spot again and again. “You’ll devour it all like a good boy, won’t you? You’ll eagerly lap at my fingers as I feed our stickiness to you until you’ve swallowed every drop?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes… fuck.”
He slid another finger inside my ass, then pounded rough and wild.
And that was it—I went off like a fucking rocket, coming all over us both, as I screamed out into the room.
My magic flared like crazy, but he managed to hold it steady.
He slipped his fingers from my ass, then shocked me as he shoved them into my mouth, just as he snarled and came, spurting and spurting, covering my own cum from moments ago.
I couldn’t look away as he then coated his fingers in the lovely mess we’d made together.
“Eat,” he commanded.
I opened and he dragged his sticky fingers all over my tongue.
I was near delirious, my eyes rolling back in my head, as I licked and swallowed, while he stroked my hair through it.
“So perfect,” he praised.
When I’d finished, he dropped his hand, and I realized I’d snuffed my magic out at some point without even realizing it.
He led me over to the circular bed and sat me down, then wrapped his arms around me, holding me to him.
I was really out of it after all of that and he’d definitely registered it well.
He just held me to him and kept praising me over and over.
I laid my head on his shoulder as I took a while to come down from it all.
At some point I must have closed my eyes, because when I finally became cognizant again, I found we were both cleaned with our clothes righted.
“All right, Zayn?”
I blinked and looked up at him. “I… yeah.”
He studied me with concern.
“No,” I told him.
“No?”
“I mean… you don’t need to worry. That shame and shit… it’s not there. It’s not coming this time.”
He smiled. “As I thought would be the case with how we approached it.”
I frowned. “You… what?”
He moved to answer, but then my phone chimed in my jacket pocket.
Vaxan released me, so I could finagle it free.
I swiped it open and held it between us so we could both read the message that had come in together.
Evira: With Winter. Just arrived. He’s distressed but physically well and unharmed. Give me some time, so he’s not overwhelmed.
Vaxan let out a heavy breath of relief.
I was right there with him.
I sent a response back.
Zayn: Well done. Damn, you’re a talented tracker. We’ll hold. No worries.
I pocketed my phone, then looked out at Vaxan. “It’s well known that I’m not good with the whole restraint thing. But you’re usually a master at it. Not tonight, though, huh? Win’s really under your skin.”
“You all are at this point.”
“Does it scare you? The vulnerability of it?”
He reached out and stroked my hair. “To an extent. It’s certainly a risk.
Moreover, it’s a threat to my control and command of myself.
That said, the alternative is far more terrifying.
” He smiled out at me. “To be locked up tight at all times and never experience anything of value, to never allow others in. That is a life condemned, one of emptiness, of numbness. And one of nothing but repression. And with that being the case, you are essentially living a lie, certainly not your true self.”
“Wow,” I breathed. “You definitely have a way with words. And a lot of our conversations are like a kick in the junk to me, to be honest.”
“You mean, a wakeup call?”
I grinned. “Maybe.”
“Something you relish and detest in equal measure?”
“It’s moving toward the former more now.”
He arched an eyebrow. “That bodes well.”
“For all of us, right? This connection we’re moving toward?”
“That, yes. But also, for you personally.”
“Yeah. It’s a work in progress obviously. But things are also a little lighter now.” I blew out a breath, then flopped backward, my back hitting the soft, bouncy bed.
Vaxan smiled down at me. “You did well earlier with me.”
“Right back at you. And… uh… thanks for holding my magic off.”
“It was needed on my end, too, actually.”
I started. “Seriously? You lost control? You?”
“Yes. Apparently, interacting with that much intensity with an Ifrit—where there’s so much volatility, chaos, and passion—is trying for me and my Basilisk nature.”
He laid down beside me and I slipped my hand into his.
Turning my head toward him, I said, “Win’s gonna be okay.”
“What I saw on that mountaintop… his terror and anguish—”
“We’ll make it so. We’ll see to it.” I winked just like he was so fond of doing. “As you’d likely phrase it.”
That earned me a smile. “We will, hmm?”
“Damn fucking straight.”
We really would.
As much as Win tried to distance himself from people, because of what he was, he wasn’t actually alone.
He just needed to lean on that.
And Evira would see to it that he opened up that door.
I knew she would.
Our dragon princess had a way about her.
She’d see to him.
And then we all would.
We’ve got you now, Win.