Chapter 52 #2
The thought emboldened her—Mora rolled her hips against his hard length and dragged her tongue over his ink, following the tattoo’s path.
Trailing over his pec until she swirled her tongue around his nipple, enveloping it in a wet heat.
He let out a low, rough groan, his body flexing beneath her.
Hips straining upward and gracing her with delicious friction. So very little between them.
“You have no idea how badly I want to touch you.” Eris’s voice was rough. Filled with need. It ignited something within her, her core heating.
“How badly?” she asked, lightly nipping the taut bud before trailing her lips over his ribs.
“I want to run my hands through your curls. To trace your curves with my tongue until I’ve memorized every inch of you. I want to help you out of that tunic and lay my eyes on your beauty. To burn this night into my mind.”
Mora nearly purred, her breath catching in her throat. Butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “Truly?” she asked against his skin, peering up at him through her lashes.
The gleam in his eyes left her with no doubts. They were heavy with lust, shimmering in the darkness like chocolate diamonds. She’d been doomed since they’d met; no one could deny the weight of that stare or the charm in that smile. He would give her anything she asked of him tonight.
“Most of all, Vicious Thing”—his lips quirked up, voice smooth as honey—“I want to taste you. To feel you. To see you come undone.”
Mora hesitated at his belly button, unable to deny the ache in her center... or how it made her hands shake. “Perhaps I do not wish to come undone,” she whispered against his stomach, her hands drifting lower.
“Oh, I’m sure I could make you pray for it,” he purred. “To each and every one of the Gods.”
“What if I pray to none of them?” Her fingers curled around the edge of his undergarments, though they barely contained him—his cock strained against the seam, its crown peeking free.
“Then take their names in vain,” he challenged, tipping his head up. Wholly focused on her lips. Did he imagine how they’d look later if he indeed made her call out to the Gods? “Make them wish you believed in them. Have them envy me for worshiping you.”
“And if I’m the one doing the worshiping?”
“Make no mistakes, Princess...” His gaze slowly dragged over her face before dipping lower, simmering at the promise of the path she’d taken.
"To the outside eye, this may look like you’re the one doing the worshiping, but I’m pleasing you.
Doing as you asked. And the moment you tell me I can touch you, I’ll make it clear to everyone in this forest you’re the one being worshiped. ”
Mora was suddenly all too aware of the quiet, punctuated by an owl’s trill and the tent rustling against a gentle wind. Castellan was near, mumbling in his sleep, Imani and Jade a few tents away... Her fingers stalled their exploration. “I’m not sure every Halfling needs to know.”
His smile widened. “We’ll see about that.”
She took a breath, steeling herself. Gathering her courage.
Focusing on the building heat between her legs and the desire churning in her belly.
When she tugged on his underwear, he was all too happy to oblige, lifting his hips to accommodate her.
Helping her free him from that thin piece of clothing without breaking her rule.
“Holy gods,” she breathed when Eris’s steely length sprang free.
“The praying begins,” he teased, his tone tinged with a pleased sort of arrogance. Mora couldn’t blame him—it was rightfully earned.
She sat up, soft furs caressing her knees.
Soothing and warm, and so unlike the silk sheets that haunted her.
She was free here. Safe here. Slowly, she reached for him, her fingers grazing his shaft.
Curling around his length and squeezing gently before stroking him up and down, relishing the way Eris’s breaths harshened.
“This rule of yours is more torturous than you realize,” he murmured.
“I’m sure you’ll survive it,” she said, dragging her thumb over a bead of precum leaking from his tip. “Do you know how much it pleases me, knowing you won’t move until I ask you to? That you respect my wishes and care about my wants?”
He panted when she stroked him once more, but his hands remained where they were. As promised. “I aim to please.”
Mora closed her eyes, inhaling a crisp breath of winter speckled with mint.
Wondering if the Fae would be this compliant.
Knowing he would do anything she asked of him in her dreams. This was power—a man at her mercy, who understood pleasing someone meant hearing their yeses and respecting their nos. It felt fucking amazing.
She smiled, eyes trained on his while she dipped her head and lapped up the precum she’d smeared on his tip.
“Fuck, Mora, that’s so fucking—” Eris bucked his hips when she took him in her mouth, his words forgotten.
Carnal hunger darkening his stare. His fingers flexed, threading through his hair as he held himself back.
“I knew you had a wicked tongue, but that mouth.” She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and Eris’s back arched.
“Yes, show me how filthy you can be, Princess.”
His voice was molten, the heat of that tone curling around Mora until she wanted nothing more than to please him.
And to use him to please herself. Her lips parted, stretching around him, the taste of him blooming on her tongue.
Mora hollowed out her cheeks, bobbing her head up and down.
Slowly at first. Acclimating to his size.
“Yes,” he breathed. “That’s perfect. You’re fucking perfect.”
Mora took him deeper, grinning inwardly when he couldn’t help but shift his hips, working himself with her. Hitting the back of her throat. Saliva gathering on her lips and dripping down her chin.
“Look at you, swallowing my cock so fucking well,” he purred, somehow possessing her wholly without ever laying a finger on her. “Get it nice and wet for me, Vicious Thing.”
Mora hummed, and his breath shuddered. Hips jolting upward again. She cupped his balls, kneading them in her hand, a mild, salty flavor slipping over her taste buds, then she sucked tight, earning a silent curse from Eris’s lips.
“I’m going to need you to let me join in soon,” he gritted out, “or tonight may be pretty one-sided.”
Slowing her movement, Mora dragged her tongue over his hard length one final time before pulling away. “All right,” she said, voice husky, “you can touch me.”
Within a blink, Eris had both of his hands on her face, his lips caressing hers. Tongue sweeping through her mouth while he panted his breaths. “Can I get you out of that tunic?”
It seemed foolish, but Mora shook her head. She wanted this—needed this—but baring all of herself to Eris felt like too much.
“Next time, then.” His lips brushed hers once more, a slow exploration. One she welcomed, her tongue meeting his, a whimper humming in her throat when he pulled away. “Show me how you want me, Princess.”
“Okay.” She sank to her hands and knees, fawn-colored fur bunching between her fingers when she crawled past him, shaking her hips in invitation. A thrill shooting through her when Eris swore under his breath.
The bedding dipped, Eris moving behind her, his warm hand running up her thigh, shivers blooming in its wake. “Bless whatever Gods decided I was worthy of this delicious sight,” he said, cupping her rear.
“I thought I was supposed to be the one praying to the—” Mora’s breath caught in her throat when Eris ran his tongue over her core. Even through her undergarments, she could feel the wet heat of his mouth. The desperate press of his lips.
“Are you ready for me, Vicious Thing?” He dragged a finger over the cotton gusset before swirling around that sensitive bundle of nerves with such perfect pressure.
Her breath shuddered, fingers trembling in the oddest mixture of fear and anticipation.
How did he make her feel so needy and terrified all at once?
Those fingers made another slow circle, sparks of pleasure blooming beneath them, and Mora’s thighs shook.
“Why don’t you take those off and find out? ”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” Eris wasted no time tearing her undergarments down to her knees and sliding a finger through her wetness, a low rumble emanating in his throat. “You’re such a good girl.”
Mora froze. Flashes of gray stone invaded the blue canvas walls, her own cries echoing in her ears.
“Cillian, please.”
She could hear Cillian’s smug satisfaction. Good girl.
“Don’t call me that,” Mora said through gritted teeth.
Eris’s hand stilled. “What? Good—”
“Don’t say it.” Curls tumbled over her shoulder when she turned to look at him, a beast in her eyes. A promise in their furious amber glow.
Eris’s eyes widened for a moment, but whatever he saw wasn’t enough to scare him away. Perhaps he meant it when he said he liked that Mora bared her teeth. This time quite literally.
“Whatever you say, Vicious Thing.” He pressed a kiss to her lower back. “Can I touch you?”
Mora focused on the warm blankets beneath her—fur, not silk, cushioning her palms—listening to the want in Eris’s husky voice. Tasting the wintry mint and cedar aroma filling her lungs. “Please...” she whispered, unable to say the rest out loud. Make me forget every touch that came before.