Chapter 42 Wild #2
“Better?” He smirked up at me with my wetness painted across his lips.
“Much.” I barely got the words out before his lips were on mine again—sucking, licking, and exploring with a feverish intensity.
It was as if I was his last supper, and he wanted to lap up every single crumb before being walked to his execution.
When his tongue drove into me, my back arched off the floor, needing his lips pressed harder against mine. He met me stroke for stroke, pulling every ounce of pleasure and pain from me with a beautiful melody of moans coursing from the very lips he couldn’t kiss.
My world as I knew it entirely shattered with every orgasm he pulled from me with each languid flick of his tongue.
“Alaric, I need you. Now.” I looked at him, commanding my king to do as I said.
He glanced up at me, but he didn’t remove his mouth from my center. Instead, he sucked my clit harder, making my hips buck from the startling spurt of pain shooting between my legs.
“Alaric!” I screamed, not really sure if I wanted him to stop, but I felt like I’d implode if I didn’t have him inside of me right this instant.
After another beautifully tortuous moment, he tore his lips from mine, his arms wrapping around my thick thighs as he pressed gentle kisses into my stretch marks painted along the inner sides of them.
He continued to brand my body with his lips as they worked a blazing path up my body, all the while perfectly lining up his cock. I gasped at the feel of the tip of him against my wetness, my clit already so sensitive from all the attention he showered me in.
“Did you like that?” he purred against my neck.
“Immensely,” I answered impatiently. “Now, please fuck me.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” With one brutal thrust, he shoved into me, pushing every inch of his impressive length deep inside me.
Both of our mouths parted as we got used to the feel of each other, and he slowly began to work his hips against me.
“Seera,” he moaned my name up to the sky, as if he was worshipping one of the gods.
His hands wrapped under my waist, lifting me slightly off the hard ground as he moved to his knees and kneaded my ass in his palms all the while still pounding into me. He lifted my legs over his shoulders, his feather soft kisses against my calves so different from his relentless thrusts.
Rocks dug into my neck and shoulders, but I didn’t care.
All I could focus on was the way Alaric spread my legs further apart and fucked me senseless, my breasts furiously bouncing with each thrust of his hips.
Alaric watched them move, and I didn’t think it was possible for him to move deeper into me, but he found a way as he got lost in the hypnotic motion of my breasts bouncing from our carnal act.
In this moment, we were as wild and free as the jungle surrounding us.
It was almost like the two monsters living in the confines of our minds were sick of all the constraints the world placed on them.
Now, they tore free from their cages, unrestrained and thirsty to experience all the joys life had to offer.
After all, couldn’t monsters feel pleasure too?
“Alaric, I’m going to—” I panted, not able to finish my sentence.
“That’s it, come for me. Look how fucking perfect you are, look at how perfectly you take me.” He gripped my chin, forcing me to watch where we were joined.
That one line along with watching us fused together was my undoing.
I screamed out as my orgasm crashed over me like a bolt of lightning striking true.
Pleasure was still racing through my veins as Alaric planted his feet and lifted us both in one swift motion.
I squealed with a mix of surprise and delight at how effortlessly he scooped me up.
He quickly moved my back against a thick tree beside us.
Its rough bark tore my skin open, making me hiss from the pain, but I loved every scratch against my back from the way the king handled me.
He remained inside me the entire time, already rolling his hips again as he stood and I tightened my legs around his waist.
Alaric’s thrusts were strong, but felt gentle at the same time. Almost like . . . no, there was no way we were making love in any capacity. Although I never participated in such an act, this was far better than whatever that was like.
This was otherworldly, the way our bodies worked together to draw our pleasure from one another. It was electric, like our souls were fusing into one.
Alaric fisted my hair in his hand, cradling my head from banging against the tree as he picked up the pace. His teeth brushed against my neck, and the animalistic urge to feel them sink into my skin crashed through me, just like they did right above my lip when we sealed our bargain.
“Bite me,” I whispered into his ear.
His hips slowed, nearly stilling. He pulled back, bringing his eyes to mine and searching them to see if I was serious.
“I want it. It’s okay.” I cupped his cheek, extending my neck like a sacrificial offer.
His fingers trailed over my birthmark as he started to move inside me again, but this time agonizingly slow.
“Anything for you, my Queen.” He dropped his lips to my neck, then sunk his teeth into my flesh.
I cried out, intertwining my fingers into his hair as a pain unlike anything I’d experienced before ricocheted through my veins—almost as if two things which should never mix came together, like fire and ice.
Such an act felt forbidden, but we never had a knack for following the rules of life anyway.
The tree quaked behind me from the intensity of Alaric’s thrusts, and I matched him as I worked my hips to the tantalizing rhythm of his.
When it came to Serpent King and Queen, there were no rules we wouldn’t break. I was sure if we kept playing with fire, we would end up crashing our lips together, ending every single realm in the process.
But for now, I forced myself to stop overthinking, to be in this moment with him. The pain faded to pleasure as he shoved harder into me, digging his canines into my skin.
I breathed through the pain, because I’d happily take this feeling over the misery that weighed on me everyday as the Serpent Queen. This pain made me feel so much closer to Alaric—the feeling that raced through me when he bit me was . . . euphoric.
Slowly, he retracted his teeth from my flesh, lapping at the blood that trickled down the column of my neck.
“Your blood is as sweet as that pretty little cunt of yours,” he growled against the shell of my ear, losing himself inside me with each agonizing roll of his hips.
The combination of his wicked mouth and the way he fucked me with a renewed energy, like my blood rejuvenated him, was my final undoing.
Underneath the moonlit sky dancing with golden stars, Alaric and I created a new memory. We came together so intensely it felt like the stars fell and burned straight through us.
This time when I climaxed, I didn’t bite back his name.
I didn’t lie to myself, nor run from the fact Alaric’s name tore from my lips as my climax devoured every last bit of my self-control.
Our arms tightened around each other as we free-fell into the darkness.
I didn’t know what the future held, but I felt better going into the next stage of this mission with the man currently buried deep inside of me.
If we could make up like this after decades of being estranged, we could do anything together.
How hard could it be to kill a god when I had the man of my dreams by my side?