Chapter 42 Wild
Wild
Alaric’s lips slowly pressed against the column of my neck, testing the waters to make sure the whole realm wouldn’t turn to ash.
He raised his lips barely an inch from my skin while we waited for the ground to quake, for the trees to snap, for the world to end . . . but nothing happened.
“Seems like we found a loophole to our no kissing problem.”
“It appears so.”
A soft moan slipped from my lips as Alaric kissed the side of my neck again, dragging his sharp canines over a particularly sensitive spot.
“Alaric,” I squirmed beneath him, wrapping one of my legs around his waist.
“Mhm, I love when you moan my name. I’m going to make you do it a lot more tonight, but only if you’re a good girl for your king.” He applied more pressure with his pointy canines, this time hard enough to slightly tear my skin.
“Fuuuck,” I moaned into the quiet jungle.
Alaric dragged his hand up my leg wrapped around him, trailing a blazing path up my bare skin, thanks to the generous slit in my dress.
In this position, my gold lacy undergarments were on full display, and the Serpent King roamed his fingers all the way up to the apex of my thighs.
Through the lace, he pressed his thumb with a sensational pressure against my center, making me tip my head against the damp forest floor as ecstasy coursed through my veins.
I felt the weight from his body lessen, prompting me to look down at him only to find his eyes locked onto where he teased my clit with his thumb.
“So perfect and wet for me, such a good girl.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips, as if he was looking at the next meal he was about to ravage and feast upon.
Fuck me.
His dark laugh had my flesh pebbling, and I must have said that last thought aloud since he responded.
“Oh, I have every intention of doing exactly that. But first, I’m going to sear every inch of your skin with my mouth.
I’m going to make every part of you so clearly mine, you won’t be able to scrub away the imprint of my lips from your skin, no matter how hard you try. ”
“Please,” I whimpered, needing him pressed against me in every way I ever imagined.
“Mm, there are the manners I love to hear.” He licked up my body, all the way to my neck as his fingers still worked me.
It was a beautiful pairing of pleasure and pain with the pressure he pressed against my center, accompanied by the gentle way he began to kiss the side of my neck.
“I’ve always loved this birthmark,” he mumbled against my skin. “It’s the most delicate thing about you—it almost looks like a teardrop.”
I was momentarily stunned by the way he viewed my mark so differently than I did, for I always looked at it like a drop of permanent blood staining my pale skin.
I hid my surprise by grabbing ahold of his lush locks and pulling him back to look me in the eye. “Less talking, more kissing.” I pushed him back to my neck, earning me a devious chuckle that made his lips vibrate against my skin.
I couldn’t help but think about how those lips would feel against my lips . . .
I grabbed onto his hair, yanking him back once more. “Alaric, I want your lips on mine.”
He tilted his head at me while scrunching his brows, like I should know we couldn’t properly kiss by now.
“Not those lips.” I glanced down to where his hand still worked strong strokes against my core.
He dragged his tongue along his top teeth as he followed my gaze. “Oh, I want that as well, my Queen.” His eyes slowly roamed up my body, stopping square on my chest. “But not before I have those beautiful breasts in my mouth.”
Well, I suppose I could wait when he put it like that.
“This dress is so tight, you will have to help me out of it.” I motioned for him to get up so I could start to strip it from my flushed body.
“Oh, I have every intention of getting you out of this dress.” His hand stopped working my clit to drag along my abdomen and up to the spot where the tops of my breasts peeked out of the golden silk material.
“But I don’t need you to get up to do so.” Before I could question what he meant, the sound of splitting fabric streamed through the jungle.
The cold air kissed my naked skin as my torn gown fell to my sides.
Alaric dragged his fingers over my matching golden lacy brassiere—if one could even call it that, more like a scrap of lace barely covering my ample breasts.
My nipples were already perked and peeking through the garment, ready for his lips to wrap around them.
“Gods, you have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of this moment.” He cupped one of my breasts while grinding his hips, and I writhed at the feeling of his deliciously hard length pressing against me.
He dipped his head, not even bothering to remove my brassiere before wrapping his lips around my nipple. He sucked it, and when he bit down I hissed in delight as pain shot through me.
“Again,” I groaned.
“Such an impatient thing,” he teased.
But he heeded my command, wrapping his lips around my nipple and biting harder this time.
“Yes,” I hissed, losing myself in the bliss that was Alaric’s lips and sharp teeth.
He continued to cup my breasts, licking and sucking them into his mouth through my lacy garment, until he grew impatient with the thing and tore that off as well.
My breasts sprung free, bouncing from his forceful action.
Alaric didn’t seem to mind as he watched them move like he was in a trance he never wanted to break free from.
“Fucking gods, Seera. You are the most stunning creation in all the godsdamn realms.” He bit his lip before dropping his face between both of my breasts, pressing them together to smother his face between.
He buried his face in my chest, shaking his head slightly back and forth.
I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at the rather boyish gesture, and also at the way it tickled my skin.
Alaric stopped, quickly moving his hand to wrap around my neck, applying enough pressure around it to cease my laughter.
“What is so funny?” He glanced at me through lowered lashes, looking like the most fearsome god.
He loosened his grip only slightly for me to reply. “That tickled.”
His hand tightened around my neck again. “Apologies, my Queen. I know you wanted pleasure and pain, not tickles.”
Abruptly, he cupped me. Then, using only one hand, he quickly tore off the scrap separating us. I cried out as he slipped a finger through my slick center and brutally into me, all the while choking me with a delightful pressure.
“Is that more of what you enjoy, sweetheart?” He stroked me, and I’d never felt anything as wonderful as I did when his finger worked inside of me.
All I could muster with his hand around my throat was a whimper and a bob of my head to encourage him to continue.
“Good girl.” He lowered his lips back to my breasts, continuing his teasing exploration while he slipped a second finger in me.
He did exactly as he said he would earlier, marking every single inch of my skin with his mouth.
A third finger shoved into me, and I reveled at the way he stretched me while trailing kisses down the length of the serpent tattoo wrapping around my abdomen.
His lips burned into my skin, all the way to the rattling tail flicking along the curve of my ass.
When he was done showering me in possessive kisses, he pulled his fingers from me, using them to trace the length of his mark along my body and all the way back up to my lips.
“It drives me to insanity seeing my mark on you.” His eyes were glued to the way my tongue darted out to lick my lips.
“Let me taste.” I glanced at the slick digits that were just inside me, then back to his eyes.
A wildfire of desire blazed in them as he pushed his fingers between my lips. “Whatever my Queen wants, she gets.”
I sucked them, letting my hands drop to his belt, working it off while maintaining eye contact and tasting my pleasure from his fingertips.
Once his belt was off, he used his free hand to help work his pants to past his knees.
I palmed him through his undergarments, moaning at the way he pumped his fingers into my mouth harder and at the generous length between my own fingertips.
“Godsdamn, I was wrong,” Alaric breathed, mesmerized by the way my lips wrapped around him. “You are a very, very bad girl.” He shoved his fingers to the back of my throat, and I swallowed the gag that threatened to escape me.
My eyes watered, but I loved the pain sparking through every fiber of my being. I bit down to stifle my moans, making him hiss from my sharp bite.
“There’s my vicious serpent,” Alaric darkly chuckled, removing his fingers from my mouth and moving his lips back to my neck, my breasts, my abdomen, and all the way to between my thighs.
“Wait, it’s only fair you remove your top too.” I glanced down at him.
“Apologies, my Queen . . . you make me forget all my manners.” He smirked, obliging me as he tore his shirt over his head with one hand.
My mouth watered when I took in the sight of Alaric’s bare chest. Wispy dark ink covered his flesh and spread across the chiseled muscles trailing all the way down his abdomen.
My gaze lingered on the v-shaped cord of muscles that dipped beneath his waist band, prompting heat to spark between my legs.
A flash of subtle movement caught my attention, tearing my eyes from his hips.
I watched in awe as his tattoos moved.
They swirled along his pale skin, shifting into an identical match to the marking etched upon my own skin.
“Beautiful,” I whispered, dragging my fingers over his mark.
He glanced at me, a flicker of surprise gracing his eyes. Before I could say more, he dropped himself to hover before my clit, his warm breath arousing me as he admired the view.
“You’re tickling me again,” I giggled, making his eyes spear into mine with an unsatisfied gleam.
“Well, that won’t do.” He wasted no time lowering his lips to my clit, firmly sucking and releasing it with a popping sound.