33. Chapter Thirty-Three #2
He didn’t even have time to respond, he just pulled her closer to him, slipping his hands under her coat to feel her warm, smooth skin.
He remembered the way her tits had looked in the moonlight—perky and perfect, her pale skin glowing brighter than the moon—and he was filled with the overwhelming desire to see them again. To touch them.
“Take off your pants,” Xena breathed into his mouth.
He didn’t have it in him anymore to hesitate—he did as he was told, unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall down around his ankles. His cock was hard as a rock between them, despite the frigid night air, and he gripped the base of it, stroking himself as she looked down at him.
“Mmm,” she said, before looking up at his eyes once more. Without breaking eye contact, she opened her coat, letting it fall to the side to reveal her breasts, which were just as fucking delicious as he remembered. It was an invitation, and he’d be damned by Iblis if he didn’t accept.
Lowering his head to one of them, he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
She gasped, the sound of her surprise making him nearly come instantly.
“Good daemon,” she gritted out as he teased her with his tongue. Then she reached down between them and gripped his cock—hard—as she moaned.
She stroked him as he bit on her nipple, teasing one then the other as she moaned for him. The feel of her hand on his cock was euphoric—and he had to concentrate on not getting ahead of himself. He didn’t want this to end. Ever.
Suddenly, she released him, and gripped the back of his hair, tugging his head back from her chest. “Now, Turner, I want you to take me,” she said darkly.
Iblis—the way she took control of him, like he was hers to toy with, had him absolutely feral. In that moment, he would have done anything she asked, as long as it pleased her.
He picked her up by the ass, wrapping her legs around him, and carried her over to the closest tree—a sturdy-looking one.
She clung to his shoulders as he fumbled with her pants, unbuttoning them and shimmying them down to her knees and off one leg.
Wrapping her legs around him again, he could feel her wet pussy slide against his cock.
Then she looked at him with those eyes—those beautiful fucking eyes—and said the most devastating thing she could possibly have said to him.
“You are mine, daemon,” she said. “I claim you.”
Hers? His mind went absolutely blank. He had no thoughts, only feelings, as she took his cock and shoved it inside her.
She was tight—so impossibly tight, he saw stars. Both of them moaned loudly at their union—at how good it felt. How right. Turner had no idea why, but inside her, he felt more alive than he had in years.
Slowly, he began to move. Her pussy was slick and warm in contrast to the cold night air that assaulted his ass. Her breath hitched as he moved, and he looked down at the spot they were joined to see some blood.
He stopped moving instantly, looking up at her in shock. “Did I hurt you?” he asked hurriedly.
She gripped the back of his hair, pulling his face to hers. “No, do not stop,” she said, before pressing her lips to his again in a frantic, passionate kiss.
Turner followed her lead, thrusting deep into her, slamming her body against the tree behind her. She cried out in pleasure as he did.
“Good daemon,” she moaned. “Good fucking daemon.”
Turner lowered his hand between them and began stroking her clit in time with his thrusts. He knew he didn’t need to, but he wanted this to be so good for her—like it was for him—so he drew on his Power. Cautiously, he warmed his cock with it, making it hotter as he stroked her.
“Turner,” she whimpered in his arms, all bravado gone as her orgasm neared and she turned frantic.
She thrust back into him with abandon, moaning and cursing as she ground into him.
After a few more strokes, he felt her pussy clench around him, squeezing him with her tight cunt as she cried out in pleasure.
“Fuck, Xena,” he gritted out. “I’m about to come.”
“That’s it,” she said, nipping at his lip. “Come for me, daemon. Make me yours.”
Turner thrust once, twice more, then he saw stars as his orgasm exploded out of him. He pumped himself into her, filling her as she’d asked him to, until he was spent.
He leaned heavily against her, breathing hard for a few minutes, before he slipped from her, and lowered her to the ground.
He looked down at her, expecting to find regret or shame in her eyes, but instead, there was an openness he’d never seen from her before. A vulnerability. Like she couldn’t quite believe that had happened, either, and then he realized it.
“Wait—was that your first time?” Turner asked, shock reeling through him.
“Yes,” Xena admitted without hesitation.
“Are you okay?” he asked, feeling like an absolute idiot for not realizing that before he’d started pounding into her. He knew the stryx did not mate until they had a partner—for the sake of keeping their population to a manageable level.
“Yes,” she said again, as if this should be obvious.
“What—what does that mean?” Turner asked, feeling like he must be missing something. “What we just did?”
“I told you—it means you’re mine. And I am yours,” she said.
Shock reeled through him. Had she just taken him as her mate? He…he didn’t know how he felt about that.
On the one hand, his first reaction was surprise. She had chosen him? Then disbelief. Why had she chosen him? Then pure and utter joy, because…she had chosen him. It almost didn’t feel real.
“You mean…you’re not going to leave after this?” he asked quietly. That was what romantic partners always did—they left. They never stayed. Only his friends ever stayed.
“No,” she just said, staring into his eyes with conviction.
Turner collapsed his head onto her shoulder—suddenly overcome with emotion, and he felt like a fool for it. For how much this meant to him.
She didn’t say a word, though, just ran her fingers through the hair on the base of his head.
“Come to my tent?” she asked, and he looked up to see her cheeks reddened and flushed from what they’d just done, and in her eyes was that same vulnerability still.
Like she wanted to know if he was okay with all this, okay with being hers.
“Yes,” Turner replied without hesitation, and he felt it in his very being. “I will come with you anywhere, Xena.”
Silently, he retrieved his pants as she redid hers, and then he followed her to her tent like the lost puppy he was.