IVY
Ibask in a field of wildflowers, the air calm and breezy, tranquil as I lie among nature, staring up at the sun, bathed in light from every angle as soft petals brush against my skin. If this is what Heaven feels like, I'm not sure I'll ever want to leave.
I could lie here for eternity, like the madness I call life doesn’t exist.
In what lifetime could this have been mine?
I choose this one.
Sighing, I'm filled with contentment, the scent of pretty flowers floating around me, when a shadow blocks the sun from view. I shield my eyes to see who's there, only for my entire surroundings to shift as I wake from my dream and blink up at the presence before me.
My sheets replace the petals, my bed the grass, but at least the natural sunlight that comes through the window is the same as it was in my dream. Only now, one of my mates hovers above me.
Sax.
“Good morning,” I breathe, stretching out as distant memories of last night come flooding back, but it’s cut short by the husky sound of him snickering.
“It's almost lunch, but sure. Good morning,” he replies with a soft smile as he leans against the bottom post of my bed, scrubbing a hand over his cropped hair as I nestle into my sheets with a sigh.
“I don't remember passing out,” I admit, basking in the remnants of my dream as I blink up at him, slightly delirious. The sheets brush against my bare skin, reminding me that I am completely undressed underneath.
“I think the magic you tapped into completely wiped you out,” he admits, stuffing his hands into his sweatpants pockets, but my gaze is drawn to his bare chest, every ridge and ripple luring me closer.
“And is that good or bad?” I breathe, trying like hell to remain focused on the topic at hand, but it's easier said than done when his body is on display; pure distraction.
“Honestly?” he starts, waiting until my gaze meets his, and I nod. “I don't know,” he admits, pressing his lips into a thin line like he doesn't like the answer as much as I don't. “How are you feeling?” he asks, tilting his head at me with concern, and I smile.
“Okay.”
“Good,” he says with a nod, as if reassuring himself more than me.
Raking my teeth over my bottom lip, I try to look anywhere but at his body on display. “Where are the others?” I ask, glancing at the door.
“Baron had to take Alaric out for a flight, and Teddy and Archer are trying to deal with their situation.”
My fingers curl into the bedsheets. I don’t fully understand what that was about last night. I don’t know their home lives, and there’s a tiny part of me that feels guilty for the fact, but I swallow it down and focus on the present instead.
“You don't have to stay if you have other things to do,” I offer, my gaze tempted back to him.
“I’m right where I want to be,” he breathes, and I fail to hide the smile that curls the corner of my lips.
He clears his throat, taking a seat beside me as he braces his elbows on his knees. “So, regretting going to the meeting?” he asks, and I scoff.
“That feels like the easiest part of yesterday,” I admit, and he hums in agreement.
“Any questions about it?” he adds, and my mind swirls with plenty, but lingers on the reminder of what was mentioned about my brother's mate.
It's on the tip of my tongue to ask him about it, but I bite my tongue, opting to save that question for the man himself. When the time is right, I can talk with him. I don’t want any second-hand information when it comes to my brother’s pain.
Despite the madness swirling in my mind, I shrug. “I don't think so.”
“Well, you've handled yourself impeccably,” he declares, lacing his fingers together, and I preen under his attention, absorbing the compliment.
For the first time, it’s not a criticism about my appearance, how I presented myself, or how I engage with others, and it hits my chest in a way I can’t describe.
“Thank you,” I breathe as he inches closer, reaching for a loose curl of hair. He plays with it mindlessly as silence lingers in the air for a beat. “What are you thinking about?” I ask when seconds turn into minutes and his attention doesn't return.
“You don't want to know,” he says with a huff, his tone clipped but guarded. There’s something about it that claws at me for more.
“Try me,” I push, and his eyes darken as his gaze lands on mine.
“Ivy,” he warns, and it sends a shiver down my spine.
“Sax,” I retort, watching as he brushes his tongue along his bottom lip.
A mischievous grin curls the corner of his mouth as he peers down at me. “You just want me to say it because you can’t,” he states, making my heart race.
“I don't know what you mean,” I rasp, and he snickers.
“I can smell your heat.”
What I can only imagine is a bright red blush creeps across my cheeks, and I quickly move to hide my face in my hand, but he grabs my wrist before I can shield myself.
“Don't hide,” he insists, waiting for my eyes to find his once again before he nods. “What are you thinking about?” he pushes, returning the insistence my way.
I don't say a word, clamping my mouth shut, but my eyes land on his crotch area.
“I love when your body tells me what it wants, Ivy, but I'd love to hear it from you this time.”
My nerves threaten to get the better of me as I taste vulnerability on my tongue. Despite the insanity that swarms me, I throw caution to the wind, already blaming it on my delirium before I speak.
“I’ve never…”
My words trail off as I struggle to find the right ones.
“You've never what?” he asks, gulping as his voice drops an octave or two.
With my pulse thundering in my ears, I dare to admit it. “Tasted.”
His fingers freeze around my hair, his gaze blazing into mine. “Do you want to taste me, Ivy?” he asks, and I bite into my bottom lip as I nod. “Words, Ivy,” he pushes, and I gulp.
“Yes.”
His back straightens. “Where do you want me?” he asks, and my eyes widen.
“I don't know,” I admit, and he grins.
“How much control do you want?” he pushes, sending a shiver down my spine.
“None,” I admit, my muscles tightening with desire as he rises from the bed, releasing my hair before dropping his sweat pants and revealing his hard cock beneath in one swift move.
I gape as he doesn't waste a second before climbing back onto the bed, pinning me beneath the sheets as he places his knees on either side of my body until his length is but a breath from my lips.
My mouth waters with desire.
With my arms trapped, I can't reach for him, and he's just a little too far away, but I'm desperate for the taste I so desperately need.
“No words can describe how you look right now, Ivy.” My spine stiffens slightly at the compliment, but he’s not done. “All disheveled, needy, and wanton. I’m going to enjoy unraveling you,” he rasps, and I look up at him through my lashes, eager for more.
Another compliment that hits differently, and it threatens to break me.
My need must flash in my eyes because a moment later, he presses the tip of his cock against my mouth, offering me my first taste. Nervous, I slowly swirl my tongue around the tip before making my way down the long vein to the base, desperate to taste every inch of him.
He moans softly under his breath with every swipe of my tongue until I open my mouth wide and stare deep into his eyes.
“Please.”
As if my plea is a command, he holds onto the headboard and moves closer, shifting his angle slightly. This time, when the tip of his cock reaches my lips, so does the rest of him. He inches his length inside, and I suck, desperate for all of it.
Thankfully, he takes his time, but more and more of him fills me with every thrust, getting deeper and deeper until he hits the back of my throat, and I almost fall apart, but he jerks back with panic in his eyes as he stares down at me.
“Are you okay?” he croaks, and my fingers curl into the sheet beside me.
“Again,” I beg, eyes wide with desperation as he stares deep into them for a moment, uncertainty plastered across his features, but he must sense what it is I need because a moment later, he slips back into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat just as swiftly.
My eyes water, and the need to gag vibrates through me, but it only makes me want more.
“Fuck,” he grunts, repeating the motion again and again until he suddenly darts off me. “You're going to make me come before I have the pleasure of tasting you,” he states, pushing the covers off me as he maneuvers me with ease.
I squeal as he lifts me, twisting me mid air until I find myself settled, only this time, Sax is lying flat on his back in my bed, with me positioned on my knees, my core an inch away from his face while his cock glistens for my attention before my eyes.
“Sax,” I rasp, and his fingers press into my thighs. “Oh, my God.”
Before I can gather myself, his tongue delves between my folds, sending a wave of euphoria through my veins, and it kicks me into action. Wrapping my hand around his length, I guide my lips to him, and as he feasts on me, I indulge too.
Every bob of my head is matched with a swipe of his tongue, and when his fingers tease at my entrance, I can't stop myself from grinding against his face until I'm a panting mess on the brink of shattering, swallowing him to the back of my throat repeatedly.
But it's the moment he pinches my tight clit that my world falls apart, and I sink my teeth into him.
“Holy fuck, Ivy,” he snarls as I come on his tongue, and a moment later, ropes of his release hit the back of my throat.
I swallow every drop of him and reluctantly release him from my mouth as I fall, spent on the bed.
My muscles ache in the most delicious way as I sigh, staring deliriously at the ceiling, until he hovers over my frame once again.
His pupils are as blown as mine as he gazes into my soul.
“Food?” he asks, and my stomach answers for me, grumbling with hunger before he presses a kiss to my forehead. “I’ll be back in a few. Don't go anywhere, okay?” he states, and I nod, watching him slink from the room.