Chapter 31 Ares #2
We were invisible.
From inside the bathroom, I heard her moaning my name. I made every effort not to make a noise. I wasn’t sure what might break the illusion Eli had conjured, but I saw him at the end of the hall, ostensibly in line to use the bathroom like everyone else. He nodded once to me.
I pushed the bathroom door open, pulling Ember inside. The second we were in the bathroom, the noises stopped, but Ember picked up right where her illusory doppelganger left off. Her mouth fell open as she slid back onto the vanity.
“Ares,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, just like that.”
She spread her legs, pulling her dress up to show me how wet and swollen she still was. The sight of her nearly stopped my heart. There was only one choice. I fell to my knees, pushing her thighs open further so I could bury my face in her pussy.
“Yes,” she moaned louder as I slid two fingers inside her. She was so wet and I could taste myself mixed with her fluids as I rolled her clit between my lips.
“I need your cock,” she moaned.
Someone pounded on the door, but I ignored them. I glanced up at her and she smiled, before whispering. “They’ve been waiting so long to take a piss… let’s give them a show.”
She winked once, then raised the volume of her voice so the line outside could hear her plea. “Give me your cock. I need you inside me. Now.”
“Beg for it,” I snarled back, not knowing if anyone could hear me, and frankly, not caring. If she wanted to play this game, I’d play my way, and we’d both love it.
I unbuttoned my pants, fisting my cock. “Is this what you want?”
The laughter had gone out of her eyes now, replaced with feral hunger. “Yes,” she hissed. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me so hard.”
She reached out for me, her opalescent nails elegant in the dim light of the bathroom. I moved towards her, fitting the head of my cock at her slick entrance. Outside the door, all had gone quiet. The crowd was most definitely paying attention to us.
I leaned towards her and whispered. “You know what they think of me, what they say about me.”
Her face turned towards mine, and she kissed me. Her lips were sweet, so tender, as her tongue slipped into my mouth. She slid forward to take me in. She was so tight, and my cock was almost too big for her. Even as wet as she was, I could feel her stretch to accommodate me.
“I know what they say about you,” she murmured. “Put on a show, Ares. Give them the terrifying necromancer they want.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, stroking her hair back from her face. It was almost dry now, waving around her face in wild, untamed curls.
She smiled, her eyes bright and wicked. “Claim me, Necroline. Tell me who I belong to.”
I pulled out of her, then pushed back in with a loud, wet slap. “Whose pussy is this?” I growled, increasing the volume of my voice.
“Yours,” she moaned as I rubbed my thumb in slow, wet circles around her clit, staring into her hazel eyes as she panted.
“Who do you belong to, Ember?”
“You,” she cried out as I thrust harder into her, increasing my pressure on her clit as I filled her. “You. I belong to you.”
“That’s right,” I replied, louder again. I pulled out and thrust back in harder this time. “You belong to me.”
“Yes,” she screamed. “Ares. Fuck. I’m about to come.”
I pulled her closer, yanking her dress down to expose her nipples.
“Not yet,” I murmured, slowing my movements inside her so I could bend over to take one pebbled nipple into my mouth.
I pushed slowly into her as I sucked each of her nipples in turns, blowing on her wet flesh and nipping at them in tandem until she whimpered with need.
“You are so fucking perfect.” It wasn’t a show, or a lie. The people listening outside this door thought I was a monster. Master of the dead. Terrifying. And it would behoove me for them to think I was the kind of man who wanted to possess a woman fully, to continue to be frightened of me.
And I did want to possess her. But I wanted the same from her.
I wanted to claim her in every way possible, and to be claimed in return.
I wanted her to ache for me when I wasn’t inside her.
And I wanted to spend every moment I didn’t have my face buried between her thighs, or my cock inside her, longing for it.
I wanted to wake up to her mouth around my cock and to finger her in the backseat of a cab.
I wanted to spend the rest of my life listening to her wild ideas and watching her slaughter her enemies. I wanted to fuck her on her moon, and have my cock painted with her blood. I wanted her in my lap while I manipulated spreadsheets and on her knees under my desk.
“I belong to you,” I murmured. It was too soft for the people outside the door to hear. This wasn’t for show. “I am yours, Ember.”
“Ares,” she breathed as I fucked her so slowly, pushing as deep inside her as I could. “Deeper,” she moaned as she tilted her hips to take me. “I am yours, Ares Necroline. Take me as hard as you can.”
I pushed harder into her; pulsing, rather than thrusting, so her clit rubbed against my pelvic bone. I moved my hands to her lower back, helping as she lifted her hips to meet each powerful thrust of mine. She leaned back against the mirror, her back bowing as her breasts bounced.
At this angle, I could fuck her deep and hard without moving much. The view was incredible. Wet fluid seeped out of her slit as I pulsed inside her, her fingers slick with desire as she traced circles around her swollen, flushed clit.
When she screamed my name, her walls clenched around me, sending me over the edge. She clung to me as our movements slowed, raising up from her reclined position to kiss me. I was still buried in her, our combined desire dripping out of her onto the countertop as her mouth met mine.
“We’d better go,” she said when she pulled away.