34. Hannah
Hannah
Brakkus stood up with me still cradled against him.
I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me across the patio and in through the sliding door.
I kissed the corner of his mouth and the hinge of his jaw and the thick column of his throat.
He tasted like the salt of the day and a little like the wine.
He shouldered through the bedroom door, crossed the room, and sat me on the edge of the mattress. Brakkus went down on one knee in front of me. Even kneeling, his face was level with mine.
He kissed me slowly while unbuttoning my shirt.
I pulled my arms out of the sleeves and dropped it on the floor.
Then his mouth was on my collarbone and along my shoulder as I tipped my head to give him room.
His hands then circled behind me to unclasp my bra.
He drew it off and tossed it behind him.
He unbuttoned my jeans and hooked his fingers into the waistband. I lifted my hips, and he dragged everything down my legs in one long pull. My whole body was shaking with anticipation. He put his hands flat on my thighs and pushed them apart.
Looking up at me, he said, “Hannah.”
“What?” I was naked on his bed with my knees open and my heart going wild.
“Are you sure?” It wasn’t quite a question. “You want me to claim you now?”
“Yes.” I reached for him and cupped his face with my hand. “I want it. Now.”
He turned and pressed his mouth into my palm. He then pulled his shirt off over his head, and I got a good look at him in the lamplight. My mouth watered as he opened his belt and pulled off his pants. His cock was thick and stiff against his stomach. I couldn’t stop looking at it.
“Come here,” I said. My voice came out wrecked. “Please, come here.”
He slid his hands under me, one at my back and one under my thighs, and lifted me off the edge of the mattress like I weighed nothing. He laid me out in the middle of the bed. He then climbed up from the end of the bed, gripped my thighs, and pushed them apart as he settled between them.
“Your pussy is so wet for me,” he said. Then he put his mouth on me.
The first drag of his tongue was flat and slow and broad, from my entrance to my clit. My hips came off the mattress. He caught them and pushed me back down. He licked me slowly, and my head tilted back into the pillow.
“Brakkus—”
I was already so far gone that I was pushing up into his mouth, trying to get more, trying to make him go faster, and he just held my hips down against the bed and worked me at exactly the pace he wanted.
His tongue was as big as the rest of him. He licked into me and around me and over my clit in long, unhurried passes, and every one of them wrung a sound out of me I couldn’t have stopped.
His tusks pressed into the soft flesh at the top of each thigh, blunt and smooth and warm. Every time he moved his head they dragged against my skin. It was a fucking turn-on. He had to know, because he shifted deliberately so I’d feel them. He made a low, satisfied sound against me when I gasped.
He sucked my clit into his mouth and worked it with his tongue. I gripped his hair between my fingers and pulled. He groaned, and it went through me like current.
Then he pushed a finger inside me. I was so wet it slid in easily but filled me the way an ordinary man’s cock would. He curled it up and pressed my G-spot, stroking it in slow circles while he sucked my clit. I moaned. When he added a second finger, my back arched off the bed.
“Oh—oh my God?—”
He held me down, keeping me exactly where he wanted me. His tusks stayed pressed to my thighs. His fingers worked me and his tongue worked me and I could not move, could not close my legs, couldn’t escape the pleasure of it.
My hands came out of his hair.
They fell open on the sheets on either side of me, and I let them lie there. My legs went slack and dropped wider around his shoulders. I stopped pushing up into him. I stopped trying to get more of him or less of him or anything at all, and I lay there under his mouth and let him do it to me.
A long moan slid out of my mouth. His tongue kept working my clit and his fingers kept pressing up inside me and the tusks stayed pressed to my thighs, warm and heavy, holding me open.
“Brakkus—” It came out ruined. “Oh God.”
“Come for me, baby.”
The orgasm gripped my core and then spread through my body in long pulses of pleasure. My back came up off the mattress. My thighs clamped around his head and my whole body shook. He stayed on me through all of it, pressing, sucking, curling his fingers, dragging it out longer than I could stand.
I sobbed. But he kept going. I lay there with my hands open on the sheets and took every second of it until there was nothing left in me at all.
He kissed the inside of my thigh where the tusk had been, and my hip, and the soft place under my navel.
When he kissed me, I tasted myself on his tongue, thick and salty, and my pussy clenched.
“Hannah. I want you to stop taking the pill,” he said into my neck. “I want to put a baby in you.”
He put his mouth on my throat and the edges of his teeth slid along the side of my neck. I felt the head of his cock press up against my opening, thick and blunt and hot.
“Tell me you want me,” he said against my neck.
“Yes.”
I wanted it. God, I wanted it so much it frightened me. I wanted him to fill me up, to claim me, and to put a baby inside me.
“Yes,” I said again. “Yes. I want you. I want it all.”
Then he pushed inside me. He was so thick that my body had to open around him inch by inch. The head of him breached my entrance and the wide flare slid in behind it. Then the long thick length of him slid even deeper, dragging up hard against my G-spot.
I couldn’t breathe.
“Oh—oh God, oh?—”
I came on his cock while he was sliding in. My pussy clenched down on him. I was shaking, my nails digging into his back.
“That’s it,” he said, pushing the rest of the way in. “That’s my good girl. Take it.”
I opened to him until his hips met mine.
He held there a second. Then he gripped my thigh, holding it up against his side.
He started to move in long deep strokes, all the way out to the head and then a hard thrust all the way back in.
Every stroke dragged over my G-spot. He watched my face while he fucked me.
He picked up the pace. Harder, then. Deeper.
The bed started moving under us and his hand tightened on my thigh, pushing it back, opening me up so he could get further in.
Every thrust knocked a breath out of me before I’d finished taking it.
He drove into me and the whole room shook.
I could feel another orgasm coming. I was right at the edge of it, right there, my whole body pulled tight as a wire?—
His mouth came down on my neck.
“You’re mine,” he said against my skin.
And he bit me.
His teeth went into the side of my throat and my breath stopped dead. There was no air in me and no way to get any. It was a bright hot line of pain that went from my neck straight down into the middle of my body. I came so hard I thought something in me had torn.
I raked my nails down his back and my pussy clamped around his cock. He kept fucking me through it with his teeth still buried in my throat.
Then the bond opened.
He poured into me. Not his body—him. All of him, at once, with no barrier left between us. The size of what he felt for me came through first and it was so much bigger than I had understood that it knocked the rest of me sideways.
Under it, everything else he was. His fear. His stubbornness. His grief, still there, and his love, and how badly he wanted this, and how long he had been holding it back, and every bit of it flooded through me while I was still coming.
He came a stroke later. He drove in deep and stayed there.
I felt him pulse and spill and keep spilling, holding himself as deep as he could get.
My body kept milking him deeper. When the last of it left him, he lifted his teeth out of my throat.
He was breathing hard. So was I. He held the back of my head in one huge hand and pressed his mouth to my temple.
“I love you.” His voice broke. “Hannah. I love you so much.” His arms came around me so tight it should have hurt.
“I didn’t think I’d ever get to say that again.
You saved my boy when I didn’t know what to do.
You put him back together and you never once made me feel like less of a father for needing your help. ”
I could feel him now, down to the core, and I knew he meant every word.
“I’m honored,” he said. “That out of everyone in the world, it turned out to be you.”
He was still inside me. He shifted and pulled out, and the loss of it made me gasp against his collarbone. Then he rolled onto his back and took me with him. I came to rest on his chest with my legs tangled up in his and my cheek over his heart.
His come was running warm down the inside of my thigh. My body was still thrumming, low and steady, everything loose and humming from my scalp down to my feet. I lay on his chest and listened to his heartbeat.
My love for him came back to me the same second I felt it, warm and enormous and steady, running underneath my own heartbeat.
“I love you too, Brakkus.” The warm weight of his love washed over me. “I can feel you inside me.”
“I know. I feel you too.”
I began to cry. My tears ran off my face and onto his chest as he moved his thumb slowly back and forth over the nape of my neck.
“I’ve never been this happy,” I said. “Not once in my whole life. Not ever.”
My left hand lay flat over his heart. The ring caught the lamplight, huge and ridiculous on my finger, and I stopped and looked at it. He’d asked me to marry him before we made love. I had almost forgotten in the middle of everything else.
“I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together.” Then he spread his hand over my belly. “And to watch you grow ripe with my child.”