Chapter 23
Lenna
The words of Jake’s ink repeated in Lenna’s mind as her high heels echoed on the floor of the West House. “ Bored, are you, Brachyan? Come find me.” She didn’t know if the message had been only to herself or to everyone else, but she couldn’t care less.
He had called, she was on her way, and he better deliver something remotely interesting. She had never coped well with promises that weren’t fulfilled.
In the past few minutes, there had also been Ayla’s revelation of the murder of their father and her new title as one of the five Rulers of Thyria.
A part of Lenna wanted to know exactly how fucked up their father’s actions or words had been to piss Ayla off so much, and who were the two people Ayla cared enough to kill her own parent for them.
But Lenna would surely find that out, eventually.
Whatever the reason, if Ayla had made that call, it was the right one, and Lenna would back her up no matter what.
Before Lenna had to perforate her hand and reopen not-so-old wounds by knocking or pushing Jake’s stupidly way-too-spiky door, the door opened wide in front of her. The fire integrated into the circular walls crackled, but the sound didn’t muffle Jake’s tongue ticking as he shook his head.
“You were about to hurt yourself again,” he said, with his eyes a shade darker than their usual silver. Since Lenna had known him, that had only ever meant two things: animalistic anger, or animalistic lust. His authentic emotions taking over. “You don’t learn.”
She winked, mastering a significant amount of self-control to avoid flinching at the burning fire before she dared cross the doorway. “Such a naughty guest with little self-preservation instinct, aren’t I?”
“I need you whole tonight.”
Lenna cocked an eyebrow, a side-smile on her face that appeared before she could control it. His gravel tone was doing all sorts of things to her thighs, her nipples, and her core.
“The Ruler needs his naughty guest.”
Jake ignored her comment. He waited until she had entered the room and closed the door behind her before he asked, “How’s your research going?”
“You called me here to ask me about my research?” Lenna’s voice was two tones louder than she had intended.
He took his time to look from her face to her breasts to her waist to her thighs before he answered. “I called you here to do whatever I want, Brachyan. Now, answer.”
Her golden eyes widened slightly, and she swallowed her shock at this level of command and bossiness.
She was not one to take orders well, she had never been, and that had brought her trouble countless times.
But this bossy-as-fuck Jake? Bless all feathered creatures if her pussy wasn’t already wet and begging.
“My research is…” she started, wondering if the total honesty of exasperating and depressing was too dramatic to be sexy, so instead she quietly said, “slower than expected.”
He patted the table next to the spot he was leaning on, tilting his head towards her to show he wanted her sitting there. She walked towards him, trying to keep her eyes open despite the intense leather and ginger scent inundating her senses and melting her insides even further.
The waist cut of her long, silk burgundy dress opened when she pushed herself up.
The soft skin of her leg was fully exposed, from her ankle above the high heel to the very belt on her waist, uniting the dress to the bands covering her breasts and crossed sleeves.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out she was wearing no underwear.
“You are dangerous,” Jake whispered as he examined her skin as if he had never seen it before.
“No more than you, Ruler of the Harming House.”
Lenna crossed her legs, letting the cut open over both legs rather than one.
If the man needed a view, she was willing to help.
Pretend to be a less-naughty guest and all that.
He took his sweet time trailing his now even darker eyes around her body, and despite her increasing need to get his hands on her and hers on him, she waited.
She waited while he stood up from the table and stepped in front of her.
She waited while he inhaled deeply as he ate her with his eyes.
She waited and her pussy got as wet as the Radel Sea, and there was no way he couldn’t smell her need.
If he waited much longer, he was going to hear her dripping.
Eventually, his eyes lingered on her lips, and by then, she was done with all the fucking waiting.
“You're doing it again,” she said, repressing a smile by biting her bottom lip.
“Doing what?” he muttered.
“Looking at my lips like you're wondering what they'll look like around your cock.”
He didn’t smile, but his nostrils flared as he stepped closer to her burning body until he towered above her. “But that’s not what I’m wondering, sweet fire.”
“What are you wondering, then?”
“I’m wondering if your tight pussy will taste as Cardinals-damned good as the last time I devoured it, when I made you come so hard you couldn’t keep your eyes open and your beautiful mouth shut.”
Fuck if Lenna didn’t remember that encounter too-bloody-heating-well.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered.
If she were going to pretend to be difficult and make him suffer, that would be another day. Now, her body ached in need of him—all of him. So she opened her legs wide, her naked knees bumping against the edge of the table, her bare pussy merely half-covered by an inconvenient dress.
Without taking his eyes from hers, Jake brought a hand to Lenna’s throat, and his other hand disappeared under the dress. He went straight for her bare clit.
“When you want, you’re such,” he said approvingly, flicking his middle finger right in the center of her clit, making her gasp, and he continued playing with it at the rhythm of her choked, little gasps, “a good girl.”
He released the hand on her throat enough for her to take a deep breath, and then he tightened his grip again. As he got so close to Lenna’s lips, she thought he was going to kiss her. He did not.
“Do you know why I needed you whole tonight, sweet fire?” He breathed against her open mouth while his fingers circled around her clit masterfully.
“So I can destroy this wet little pussy. So I can do whatever I want with you. That’s what you wanted, right?
” he asked, and she nodded while he let her take in another brief inhale. “You’re mine to play with. Only mine.”
“I am,” she moaned, closing her eyes as her clit suffered a delightful, intense motion of fingers and navy sparks that sent electric signals all over her body.
His hand on her throat had released and was now pulling both her breasts outside of her clothes, her nipples exposed as he pinched and played with them.
She was approaching her orgasm, her body twitching over the table, tensing uncontrollably and pressing against his muscular chest. He let out a guttural sound that was carnal.
“You’re not allowed to come yet, is that clear?
” He pushed her legs together to one side and removed his extraordinary fingers from her pussy, and Lenna let out a whimper.
She was so close. So close. He couldn’t stop now, or she was going to explode.
“Now you’re done, I’d love to return the favo—”
“I’m very much not done, molten honey. I haven’t even started.”
He closed his hand and Took all her clothes, leaving her fully naked, and his nostrils flared as he took in all of her. He laid down on the table, his shirt half open and disheveled, desperation in his voice as he urged her closer.
“You want to come, and I will let you, under two conditions: you are going to sit on my face, and you are going to come on my mouth so I can drink your pleasure. Now.”
Lenna bit her lip, her gaze not letting go of his perfect mouth until—until—fucking Cardinals all around, above and below, especially below. This was a starving man, a desperate man, a man sent by all the gods and goddesses of this universe to eat her fucking pussy.
It wasn’t just how his tongue sucked her clit, how his fingers dug deep inside her core and pressed against her inner walls, it was also how he looked at her.
He was as hard as the metal of his door, yet he didn’t want her to pleasure him, he wanted to eat her, savor her, drink her.
What was building inside of her was something she had never experienced, something that was going to tip her over the edge of Cardinal-cursed Thyria itself.
She couldn’t stop moaning as she grabbed his dark hair with her hand as she moved her hips back and forth, riding his face, riding his mouth, riding his fingers.
The orgasm built even further, her legs shaking, her ass bouncing against his chest, his eyes giving her permission to let go as he pressed even harder against her inner wall, and his tongue changed from sucking to circling her clit.
She came harder than ever, and he let out a growl when her cum filled his mouth, his eyes closed as he drank her in. Her body, limp with pleasure and dry from him, somehow moved against his, lying on the table. When she opened her eyes, his dusty ones were examining her.
“You should send me a thank-you card. Fucking wings, how can you be so bloody delicious?” he prayed. “You should taste yourself, Brachyan.”
She lifted her eyebrows, and before he could explain exactly what he meant, she kissed him deeply, indeed tasting herself, but also feeling closer to the only man who had ever—and would ever—own her heart.