Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Tempest
The den was quiet as we walked silently along the tunnels and into Fender’s quarters. It was easy to tell that he wasn’t fully back to his old self. He was Fender, but I could also feel a wildness rolling off him, more so than usual. He was still feeling residual effects from Pan’s awful realm.
If ever there was a night he would give in to what I wanted, it was tonight.
Maybe it was dishonest of me, but I needed this—I needed him.
I needed to know what it would be like to be his in every way before I walked away for good.
What I wanted wasn’t important. Fulfilling my duty had to come first. Being the Matilda, had to come first. It didn’t matter how much I cared for Fender, my feelings weren’t more important than saving the lives of those who needed me.
When he shut the door, I went to him. He caught me in his arms as if he had expected it, as if he was as desperate for me as I was for him.
His mouth came down on mine, gentle at first, but he quickly responded to the power of my need with his own, and his hit me tenfold.
His hunger vibrated through him, through me.
The beast was right there, and he answered the call of my own desire with a low, rumbling growl.
“I don’t want to wait anymore,” I said against his lips. “It has to be tonight, Fender. Please, it has to be tonight.” Because tomorrow, I would be gone, and I wasn’t coming back.
His breathing was ragged, but he still fought his need for me as he cupped my face with a trembling hand. “There’s no hurry, peaches.”
His words were gentle, but his big body vibrated from just how much he wanted me too.
“I don’t need to wait; I don’t want to.”
He pressed his forehead to mine, panting harder. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
His gaze searched mine, and his eyes were the brightest of gold. “Temp, there’s…there’s something I need to tell you first.”
Whatever he was going to say, it was serious.
The look in his penetrating gaze said it was important and my response to it would be important as well.
Whatever he was about to say could have the power to stop us in our tracks.
I could see it all there as he watched me.
Somehow, I knew, if I let him say it, it would bring an end to this thing between us, and I’d have to walk away, not tomorrow, now.
I pressed my fingers to his lips and shook my head. “Later,” I rasped. “We’ll talk later. Right now, I just want to feel.”
“Temp—”
I pressed my body hard against his and pulled him down for another kiss, avoiding whatever it was he was going to say. As I hoped, his beast rumbled in his chest and pushed Fender past the walls of his control.
He lifted me then, hoisting me in the air, and strode down the short hall to his bedroom.
Lowering me to the bed, he came down on top of me, his face a strained mask as he leaned over me.
Reaching up, I held his face in my hands, smoothing my thumbs over his cheeks, and immediately, the edge lost some of its sharpness and only blazing heat remained.
“Trust me,” I said. “I know what I’m asking for, and I want it.”
With a husky growl, his mouth was on mine again, and he was tugging at my clothes, dragging them from my body with urgent, demanding hands.
I tugged at his as well, yanking his shirt over his head and tossing it aside, running my hand over his hard, hot, muscled chest, over the dark hair before dipping lower and traveling over the corrugations of his rigid abdominal muscles.
Gods, he was perfection, so much more than I ever could have dreamed up.
He was everything I would have wanted for myself if things were different.
If I wasn’t who I was. If I hadn’t been the Matilda, if I was allowed to have a mate, I would have given the fates anything they asked for to make Fender mine.
I forced those thoughts from my mind and wrapped my arms tighter around Fender’s neck.
His mouth moved over my throat, kissing, licking, tasting as my fingers grazed the top of his jeans. I tugged the button open and slid down the zipper, then used my feet to shove them down.
Fender lifted to one bulging arm, and shoved off his pants the rest of the way.
His prosthesis thudded to the floor with them.
Then he hooked me under the arms and dragged me higher in the bed, his hands sliding over my body as if he were as greedy as me, as if he never wanted to forget the texture and warmth of my skin, either, as if he knew deep inside that this was the last time I would be with him.
He slid a hand along my waist, his fingers delving into my underwear and tugging them down. I helped him, shoving them the rest of the way, and hooked my legs around his thick waist.
“I want you so fucking bad,” he said, and the beast was in his voice.
If I had any doubt that Fender was still coming out of his experience in Pan’s realm, that doubt vanished when he dragged the underside of his cock through my pussy, letting the head notch against my opening.
He rolled his hips and hissed a desperate breath when there was too much resistance for him to go any deeper.
He jerked his hips back and replaced his cock with his fingers. Groaning, I spread my legs wider when he slipped two fingers inside me. “Need to stretch this tight little pussy first.” He groaned. “Gonna make you come for me, peaches, get you so slick that I slide right in.”
His fingers were thrusting inside me, the friction so good I couldn’t speak.
My hips moved against his hand all on their own, finding a rhythm I knew instinctively.
Every breath shook, and I cried out when his thumb swiped over my clit, teasing me as he drove his fingers deeper.
My thighs began to shake as pleasure spiraled tighter through my lower belly, taking me higher and higher, until it blossomed in a rush.
Throwing my head back, I cried out, coming around his fingers.
Fender didn’t stop until I fell back panting against the mattress.
“Good, Temp, that was a good start,” he growled, then yanked his bedside drawer open and pulled out something that looked like a cock. “Now we try something a bit bigger.”
My eyes widened. “What is that?”
“Baby, it’s a vibrator, something you can use on your own or with a lover to help you get off. I got this one for you, when you agreed to be mine.”
“You got me a…a…?”
He flashed his teeth. “You haven’t missed that hounds are hung. We can’t always fuck a female. So we make them feel good in other ways. Toys are just one way.”
I bit my lip. “I’m not sure,” I said, even as I squirmed, intrigued.
“You want me to fuck you properly, baby, we’re gonna have to work up to it. My fingers were stage one, this”—he touched something on it and it made a low buzzing sound—“is stage two.” He pressed it to my clit.
My back arched and I groaned wantonly.
“Feels good?”
“Y-yes.”
He chuckled low. “After this, we move to stage three…me. You think this feels good, wait until you have your male’s cock filling you.”
“Do it,” I gasped out. Every dirty, sexy thing he was saying was making me hotter. “Please, do it.”
With another flash of teeth and a wild, beastly glint in his eyes, he slid down my body.
“What are yo—ahhh.” My hips lifted as his mouth closed over me.
Fender pleasured me with his tongue until I cried out a second time for him. It wasn’t until I lay shaking and sweating that he slid the length of the vibrator through my slickness, the same way he’d dragged his cock through my folds, and pressed it against my opening.
“Relax for me, beautiful,” he said roughly, then eased it inside, slow and steady. It wasn’t vibrating now, but it felt amazing just like that.
“Oh gods,” I groaned. Zaps of pleasure, like little aftershocks from my two previous orgasms, burst through me as he began to slide it in and out of my body.
My hand flew out and I gripped the forearm of his other arm, needing purchase.
He thrust it faster, deeper, and I squirmed and whimpered and begged for more.
Then, only then did he turn it on. The vibrations slid through me, and I locked my legs together with a desperate cry and came again, feeling the rush of warmth sliding through me, feeling so out of control, as if something wild had overtaken me, like it had Fender.
He made me come three times, and it wasn’t enough.
I wanted him now. “Please, I want you.” I wanted his big body thrusting inside me, owning me, claiming me.
That couldn’t be soft or sweet. A beast grabbed on tight, he snarled and plundered, he owned.
No, a beast didn’t claim what was his gently, and I was his. I was and would only ever be his.
Fender cursed, but he didn’t question me, or doubt that I knew what I wanted.
No, he slid the vibrator from me, tossed it aside and flipped me to my stomach.
Gripping my hips in his big hands, he yanked me higher and dragged me back so I was where he wanted me.
He leaned over me, and his canines grazed my shoulder.
I shivered. “You’re gonna need to hold on, peaches,” he rasped.
I fisted the sheets, nerves and excitement blooming inside as the head of his cock slipped between my folds, like we’d done twice before, but this time, there was no resistance, not enough to stop him.
He was a lot, maybe still too much, but I forced myself to relax, and wriggled my hips, trying to help.
Leaning over me again, he yanked open the drawer and pulled out a small bottle.
A squirting sound came next, then he eased out and slid slicked-up fingers inside me.
I looked back over my shoulder and watched as he ran his glistening fingers along his thick length and tossed the bottle beside us.
“Let’s try this again,” he said, and his voice was deeper, rougher than before. His eyes were so bright a gold that they glowed in the shadowed room. “You need to let me in, peaches. Let your male in.”
Oh gods, I loved that he called himself mine.
When he slid back inside, I pushed back against him, and with the help of the slickness he’d added, he filled me much easier.
I dropped to my elbows on a groan, pressing my head to the mattress, rocking my hips as he kept coming, filling me slowly, so agonizingly slow, until every thick, solid inch was encased by my slick heat, holding him tightly inside like I’d never ever let him go.
He trembled behind me as he slid one hand down my back. “You feel so good, Tempest. Fuck.”
I tried to speak, but only an incoherent sound came out.
“Okay, baby?” he asked.
Even though he was more beast than man right then, even though he was so hard that he felt like hot steel inside me and he vibrated from the need to thrust, he would stop if I asked him to.
Even as wild as he was feeling, he would stop right now, if I said no.
“Yes,” I said. “Please, I need you to move,” I gasped out.
The sound he made was more of a howling roar than growl, and it lifted goose bumps all over me.
His fingers dug into my hips. The hold was so tight it was a mix of pleasure and pain, but I loved it.
That hold made me feel desired even more than I knew was possible.
I quivered as he pulled out, as I lost each, hot inch.
Then we both made inhuman sounds as his fingers flexed against my flesh and slid all the way back in.
He covered me with his body once more, so that his front was plastered to my back, his head on the mattress beside mine, his mouth at my throat, my ear, kissing, sucking on my skin, while his arms stayed locked around my chest and stomach, utterly surrounding me—then he began to thrust.
His huge body engulfed mine completely as he moved, rocking into me, deep and wild.
Growls rolled from him as he took me, as he held me almost immobile and claimed me in a way that made me breathless.
I never wanted him to let me go. I wanted to stay curled up under him, surrounded by his body, filled by him as he made me feel more wanted, more desired than any female ever could have possibly felt.
The stretch and slide of him thrusting into me had my next orgasm building hard and fast. I was already sensitive, and when he nipped at my shoulder, thickening even more inside me, I cried out.
Bite me.
I wanted to feel his teeth in my flesh. I wanted his fangs to mark my skin.
It seemed an insane thing to crave, but I wanted it so badly that I couldn’t keep the thought to myself. “Bite me,” I panted. “Please, bite me.”
The sound he made was one of pure animal, and when he said my name, it was garbled as if he were talking around his beast’s fangs.
I was hovering on the precipice. For some reason, I needed this. His bite.
His teeth pressed against my skin, then sank deeper. I screamed, sharp pain shooting through me, but I didn’t want it to stop. The pain was exactly what I needed, and I came underneath him. The spasms wracking through me so intently I struggled to breathe.
Fender ground against me, and when he tried to slide out the next time, I was tugged with him, as if he were locked in place.
He groaned and roared and growled behind me.
That’s when I realized I was struggling to breathe because he was holding me so tightly.
His cock pulsed heavily, and heat washed over my inner walls as he spilled his seed, filling me with it.
He fell to the side, taking me with him, staying deep inside me—no, he was locked inside me.
He wrapped his arms around me and buried his face against my throat—and cursed.
“Fender?”
“Give me a minute, peaches. I just need a minute.”
He sounded almost—panicked. “Is something wrong?”
When he didn’t reply, I tried to turn to face him, but we were still locked together.
“Hold still, baby, don’t try to move yet, okay?”
I twisted, keeping my lower body where it was, and met his gaze. What I saw had me freezing in place. “Fender?” I whispered, worried now.
His gaze dipped to my shoulder, locking on to the bite mark he’d given me. “We’re gonna need to have that talk now, peaches.”