Renick #2
With one last glance into my eyes, Sera offers a small nod of reassurance: it’s going to be all right her eyes say. But when she lowers my trousers all the way and takes my erect cock in her hand, I know nothing will ever be right or the same again.
Because, the gods damn my soul, the moment her hot mouth surrounds me—her tongue guiding my crown deeper, skillfully stroking my shaft—I come undone.
The pleasure buckles my legs and tears an oath from me. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks, taking me deeper. Seven hells, I’ve never been this hard in my life, it’s almost painful. And I know it’s wrong—but fuck, I can’t stop my hands from gripping her hair, rocking forward to hear her gag.
And Aldric is watching every second of my unraveling with a devious grin tugging at his mouth. He takes sick pleasure in kneeling behind Sera, dragging her gown up to display her ass, rubbing his fingers over her until she’s moaning against my cock.
I hiss out a breath between gritted teeth. My eyes flay him, but he only smiles that cruel, wicked smile that ignites his pale eyes.
He pushes his fingers inside her, and Sera’s hips buck.
Hells, maybe I was cut down in that throne room, and this is one of those hellish realms, a place where debauchery lives.
Because when Aldric removes his fingers and brings them to his mouth with a crude sound of appreciation to taste her, I nearly come in her mouth.
He senses my moment of weakness, and like a fiend, he scrapes his fingers into her hair and tugs her head back. “Come here, love,” he says, hauling her back against his chest. He angles her face toward him, taking her mouth in a sensuous kiss.
I’m throbbing, my cock painfully erect, as I watch him trap her nipple between the rings on his fingers and pinch to provoke a muffled cry from Sera.
Some carnal sound leaves Aldric as he breaks away and turns her. He lays her back against me. “I get to break her.” His voice is ruined with need as he unfastens his belt. He lowers his breeches, his cock springing free before he grips himself, thick and long in his hand.
“I want her writhing, jester,” he says as he moves over Sera.
He rips her bodice, tearing her nightdress the rest of the way off.
Then his thumb strokes across her cheek gently, travels over her swollen mouth.
“Fuck, love. This is going to hurt. But I promise to soothe the pain. Spread your legs for me.”
With a dark groan, he settles himself between her parted thighs. “Touch her,” he commands me. “Make her feel good. Fuck, make her squirm.” Then, with a low growl, he thrusts inside her, hard, deep—robbing a cry from Sera’s mouth.
I take her hand and thread our fingers together.
His next unguarded thrust has her nails biting into my skin.
He pulls out and fucks into her again. And again.
Aldric is mad with lust, mindlessly licking across her body, teeth scraping over her shoulder and neck.
His hands roam wild, frantically grasping her thighs to anchor her as he sets a relentless pace.
And all the while, I hold her, her hand, her breast—my fingers greedy with the need to feel her for myself.
Her peaked nipple I twist, watching how her hips rise to meet his.
Satisfaction thrums through me at the way she arches into my touch, her head grinding against my cock until I’m just as mindless, watching her take him, watching him fuck her, my stomach drawing taut with aching need.
Aldric fucks her like he hates her; hates how badly he wants her.
He mutters filthy things against her throat, his thrusts punishing.
And the moment her body tenses, her pleasure cresting, climax nearing release, he fucks her like it’s worship, his hips snapping against her until she cries his name, and that’s what undoes him.
“Gods—that’s it, love,” he says, voice wrecked. “My name on your lips as you come on my cock. Fuck.”
Aldric collars her throat and drives into her once more, a primal grunt torn free, his hips jerking with sharp spasms as he releases deep inside her.
And I can’t name what I’m feeling, this tight thing in my chest. Not jealousy, not quite—some form of envy, covetousness over her pleasure, a hunger like nothing I’ve felt.
Aldric shifts back on his heels, his chest heaving, the proof of breaking her streaked faint and red along his cock, the evidence she’s a maiden no more glistening on him.
He drags a hand through his damp white-blond hair, smearing the blood from his temple there, and looks at me with eyes feverishly heated. “On your back, jester.”
And gods help me, my body obeys before my pride can object.
Her glistening eyes finding mine, Sera rises over me, flushed and wrecked and sovereign, and I don’t care—I truly, damnably do not care—that it’s his hand steadying my cock as she sinks down, taking me inside her to the gods-damn hilt.
“Seven hells,” I swear, my heart tripping, my hips shifting at the maddening pleasure as it courses through me, from my groin to my calves, damning.
I don’t even mind that it’s his voice at her ear instructing her, his hands guiding her hips, his praise making her clench around me until my vision flickers.
She rides me with her palms braced on my chest, right over the hammering ruin of my heart, and Aldric’s hands grip the flared curve of her hips, working them harder, faster—fucking me senseless.
And my hips snap upward to meet each fraught roll, her cunt growing wetter, tighter, robbing me of my senses. He grabs her breast, squeezing, sending her head back as I fuck into her wild—and when I break, I break with her name in my mouth and her nails in my skin.
“Gods…fuck.” The oath is wrenched from my throat as I spill deep inside Sera, my cock pulsing with each trembling, frenzied grind of her hips to wring the last drop of pleasure from me.
She tumbles after me, crying my name. Spent from her climax, she collapses onto my chest, her heart hammering against mine.
Neither of us speaks. Words don’t belong here, in this loaded silence. Her forehead finds the curve of my throat, her hand splays flat over my chest. My lips press to her damp hair.
She lifts her head just enough to meet my eyes, and in hers I see the question of us—the one neither of us can voice. And I answer it the only way I can, by not looking away.
Then Aldric’s hand wraps around her throat from behind, slow and possessive, and he places a kiss to her shoulder, his eyes locked on mine. And a knowing, triumphant menace flows into those pale eyes like a returning tide.
Whatever we’ve become tonight, I was willing to talk it.
Because that’s where the hidden blade slides home, in the likeness. I hold his eyes with an equal measure of knowing. Despising him. Because tonight, I saw myself in him; the same starved wanting, the same hunger that consumes and burns as if on an altar of worship.
Because I have never known such pleasure in the whole of my wretched life.
And I hate him for it.
As much as I love Sera—willing to do anything for her, to protect her—I fear I’ve damned us, just as I’ve always been damned. A fated ruin thrust on me since birth.
The only difference is that this particular damnation was chosen.