Chapter 22 #3
I could only growl in response. Her demand was too much to ignore, no matter how badly I wanted to taste her orgasm.
I wanted to feel her clench around me more.
Standing, I kicked off my boots. She was swift to undo my pants, like she had it down to a science.
She shoved them over my hips, her hand sliding into my boxer briefs, wrapping around me, producing a loud groan from me.
“Holy shite.” She tried to wrap all the way around me. “Like, holy shite . . . I felt you hard before, but my lord.” She lifted a brow. “You would think I had seen it all in my line of work.”
“Bigger than you’re used to?” I pressed my hips into her touch, using my body to tower over her.
She bit down on her lip, lust coloring her cheeks as she rubbed me harder, robbing me of breath. “Think I can handle it.”
“Have to warn you. Once you ride a fae lord . . . you don’t come back.”
“I won’t be riding a fae lord.” She rubbed her thumb through my cum, then took it to her mouth and sucked it off. “I’ll be riding you, not the title. And that’s a ride I might want to stay on.”
A hiss slid through my teeth, my hands heaving her thighs up around me, feeling her heat wrap around my dick as I rammed us back into the cabin.
“But I am a fae lord. Can’t have one without the other. I have power and magic most do not.”
“You think you can hurt me?” She rubbed her wet pussy over my cock. “I am a lot harder to hurt now. But I dare you to give it your best shot, my lord.”
My title coming off her lips cut the last bit of logic from my mind. I became the kid who fought for food, the pirate who killed for coin, and the noble who tortured for power.
I hitched her higher up the wall, giving her no time before I thrust deep inside her. A bellow tore from me, her scream piercing the air. Energy crackled down my spine, bursting through me, charging me with magic I had never felt before.
“Bazzzzdmeg!”
Nothing in my long life could touch what I felt, overwhelming my sensations and nerves so much I had to halt for a moment, my legs dipping.
“Oh gods!” Rosie’s mouth parted, her nails cutting through my skin, which had me more desperate. Pushing in deeper, I still was not completely in. Nerves burned with heat and pleasure, her cries filling the air. “Deeper!”
I pulled out, pushing back in so deep and hard that I felt her muscles lock up, her eyes rolling back in her head, a guttural noise ascending from the depths of her toes.
“Shitshitshit!” The feel of her tight and wet around me, gripping my cock like a fist, stole my breath. It was unbelievable, like I had been searching for this all my life.
Another crack of lightning danced across the sky, swelling my cock. “Fuck!” My hips drove into her, shoving her up the wall higher.
Brexley and Warwick’s energy sparked at my nerves, like I could feel them fucking as well, only adding to the intensity. I had been a part of several orgies in my time, high on something, but this was on another plane.
Raw. Brutal. Violent.
They crashed together into visceral pleasure.
This was the most real and alive I had ever felt in my life . . . with someone I never wanted to let go of.
“Harder!” Rosie matched my intensity. The sounds of her wetness, my dick pounding the fuck out of her, echoed through the trees.
Her hands sank to the cleft of my ass, making me jolt as she pressed down on nerves there.
A choked bark drove from my lungs, my muscles burning. My vision blurred, making me savage.
I lost all control.
Swinging us around, my dick still thrusting into her, we went to the ground. I spread her legs wide, placing them over my shoulder and plunging even deeper. Her gasps and cries pitched as I drove into her like a freight train. Sweat and blood covered our bodies.
Movement in my peripheral popped my gaze up for a moment. In the trees, half covered in shadows, I saw Wesley. Watching us. I didn’t know if he just walked up to look for her or if he had been there for a while, but when our eyes met, something primal took over.
“Oh gods!” she bayed, her pussy clamping around me.
I wanted him to know who was fucking her, who was making her scream. Claiming her with everything I had, our hips bruising from the force, I rubbed her clit as my mouth covered her nipple, which I already knew were sensitive, nipping and tugging with my teeth. “Nina,” I breathed out.
Rosie’s cry pierced the air, her body almost convulsing under me as her pussy bolted down on me, milking my orgasm from me with as much brutal force.
My head tipped back in a roar as I filled her, detonating another orgasm from her.
I lost all time and space, something latching onto me, yanking at my soul as I emptied myself into her with a cry—staking my ownership inside her.
My ears rang. My mind was lost . . . my world had flipped.
I collapsed on her, my muscles giving out completely, my chest heaving. She was still locked around me like she wasn’t ready to let go either.
Slowly, I went up on my elbows to not crush her completely, but she tightened her legs around me, keeping me deep inside her.
“Shit,” she whispered.
I peered into her bright eyes, her expression between utter bliss and pure shock. “What?” I ran my hand over her face, pushing back the strands sticking to her skin.
“I had an orgasm.” She gaped.
“Two, if I recall.” I leaned down, kissing her.
“You don’t understand . . . I haven’t had one from . . .”
“From what?”
“From vaginal sex . . . like ever.”
“Ever?” I sputtered, my mouth gaping.
“I was so young with Vicente. I didn’t understand . . . and then after . . .” She again let her sentence die, a flick of pain in her eyes.
“After” was her being used as a warm body to fuck, nothing more. They got off, not caring if she did.
Cupping her face, I brushed my mouth over hers. “Then I guess I have a lot of work to do to make up for that.”
Her chest sucked in air, her eyes searching mine.
“Come on.” I started to sit back, sliding out of her, making her shiver. “It’s freezing out here. Let’s get you warmed up.” I took her hand, pulling her up with me.
“We can’t go back to camp.” She shook her head. “He’ll see us together, and . . . he’s a good guy.”
My gaze went over her shoulder to where Wesley had been. The spot was vacant now.
“Oh, I think he already knows,” I smirked.
“What?” She blinked up at me.
I tugged her frame into mine, my need to be back inside her already hardening me.
It would only be moments before I would be diving back in.
This was new for me, this feeling of never wanting to stop.
There was no limit when I would have enough.
She broke something in me, and I could never put it back. She was in. Taking over.
I was mistaken when I said she’d never go back once she was with me. It was her. The moment I met her and she gave me grief, I should have known I was done.
“I didn’t say anything about going back to camp.” I laced my fingers in hers, heading for the cottage, sensing no fae locks or spells. Easy to break into. Hopefully there was still a mattress in there.
Hungrily, I took in her naked body, still dripping with my cum. “I’ve only just begun with you.”