50. Chapter Forty-Eight #3
I relaxed when I heard him repeat those words, it was if he could read my mind.
While I knew he couldn’t, I also knew that he could feel my emotions to some degree through the bond.
If I needed him to stop, he would know without me needing to say it, and I had absolute faith that he would.
But I didn’t want him to stop, and he knew it, which is why he continued with his little game.
“That was for mouthing off to me in the Elder’s in Anamcroí, making all those assumptions.”
He rubbed his hand over the area that he’d struck softly, and before I could blink I felt his hand come back down over the same spot as the last two strikes, the pain was real, but so were the sparks of heat settling low in my stomach.
“And that was for lying to me in the First Forest after you’d had a vision.”
This was absolutely humiliating…and yet, I wanted more of it. There was no denying it, he could read my desire in more ways than one. He slipped a finger inside of me and groaned at what he found there. “I fear you’re missing the point of all this, Astór.” There was that familiar nickname again.
He chuckled darkly, the sound of it made my legs shake. “I should have known.”
He slapped again, this time moving to the other cheek.
“Another for letting the Ard Connacht touch you in my absence.” He ground out that sentence between grit teeth, barely checked rage in every syllable.
My mouth hung open. How in all the Realms did he know about that?
He simply chuckled again before sinking two fingers inside me, working them in and out at a devastatingly slow pace. “What, Little Seer? You really thought I wouldn’t know about your little dance lessons?”
He bent forward so his mouth was at my ear.
“Let me tell you a secret.” His fingers were still moving inside of me, building me up to that pinnacle I so desperately wanted to fall from.
“I’ve never considered myself a jealous god, but you've become special to me, and unfortunately for you, my more baser instincts have started to make an appearance. "
I felt his thumb rub over my clit, my breathing became more labored, my body needing to, find its release.
His voice in my ear was low, a lethal edge to it.
“You should know… that if the half born wasn’t the second in command to Caedmon…
he would no longer be breathing for daring to touch what’s mine. ”
That last word came out with a growl. Goddess, what was wrong with me?
Tairngire had all but insinuated he would kill Ciaran for being my dance partner during lessons.
Ironic that he had the audacity to feel jealous after having left without telling me where he was going beforehand, or after he returned for that matter, and I was about to come apart shamelessly on his hand.
My moral judgement was at war with my body.
I decided as soon as I found my release, I would talk to Tairngire about his god complex, but right now… I just needed to—
He abruptly withdrew his hand, and I was suddenly flipped on my back once more, looking up at him as his hand came down and slapped the inside of my thigh.
I let out a scream that caused his signature smirk to appear as he made his way back between my legs, moving his lips over the now reddened skin of my thigh.
He looked up at me with hooded eyes. “And that last one was for your atrocious manners. I do hope you’ll consider improving them in the future.”
I wanted to retort, but the words came out as a disgruntled moan instead.
“Or don’t. As always, the choice is yours, as are the consequences.” He groaned and started to suck on my clit as he slid two fingers inside me. I could no longer hold back, the intensity of it all manifesting with a hot bolt of need straight to my core.
“Now come on your jealous gods tongue.”
I shattered at his words. Riding wave after wave, my hips moving relentlessly against his mouth as his fingers worked me.
It was the most intense feeling I’d ever had.
Hotter than any anger, more devastating than any vision, and I was coming apart at the seams. He moved with me, giving me every last drop of pleasure with his wicked mouth.
I was a breathless mess falling apart in his arms. “You're demented.”
He pulled his fingers away and moved up my body, bringing a hand to my face. He brushed his thumb against my cheek, nothing but unrestrained adoration in his eyes. “And yet, here you are.”
I laid there completely undone, barely able to keep my eyes open, but it seemed he had other plans.
“Mm, I’m not finished with you yet.” Tairngire murmured against my lips before pulling back so that he was on his knees before me.
The sinfully cruel god grabbed my hips and pulled them up to his mouth, leaving me no choice but to hook my legs around his shoulders on instinct. He hummed with approval. “I think you can give me another.”
Before I could protest his tongue was probing inside of me. I writhed against him, hypersensitive after what he had just done. “Tairngire, I can’t—”
“Oh, but you can.” He moaned against me, bringing his thumb into the equation, circling my clit slowly.
I watched him devour me as his eyes rolled back, like he was the one receiving pleasure, as if I were the one with divinity coursing through my veins.
He worshipped me like an acolyte at Aíne’s altar.
My legs started shaking and before I knew it, I was caught up in his storm, breaking all over again.
He lowered me back down and towered over me, bringing his lips down to mine.
This kiss he gave me was gentle, reverent almost. He threaded his hands through my hair, pulling me into his mouth like he couldn’t breathe without our mouths fused together.
Hours may have passed…days, and I wouldn’t have known it. I was lost to him, boneless and spent.
I thought back to our time before we traveled to Cindraloch—when he’d told me that he didn’t bed mortals because they wanted things he couldn’t give. Yet here he was, giving me things that I would never have asked for.
He pulled my bottom lip between his teeth and spoke precious words that would run through my thoughts for eternity. “I could do that for hours and never tire, you are the only thing in all of the realms that I want to taste for the rest of my days, Astór.”
He stiffened, like he didn’t quite mean to make such a confession. Or maybe it was that word he kept using…
Astór.
Tairngire was a master of distractions and was somehow now standing at the foot of the bed, staring down at me with his head cocked to the side.
“Look at you… sated and dazed, laying in my bed. Incapable of cursing at me.” He smirked. “A beautiful sight indeed.”
I attempted to prove him wrong and curse, but the sound that came from my mouth was nothing but a pathetic whimper.
Goddess save me.
He chuckled with a smug look on his face and grabbed my ankles, pulling me down to the edge of the bed and onto the floor. I let out a yelp and grabbed onto his thick legs for support.
My eyes widened, because I was now on my knees in front of him. Just like he’d promised.
“But this…this might be even better.” He murmured as he started to untie his trousers. “My defiant Little Seer, kneeling before her god.”
I watched his hands work the strings and couldn’t help but notice the thick bulge underneath them, my eyes blown wide.
And just like that, my confidence from earlier was replaced with alarm. Because how in all the realms would that ever fit inside of me?
He clucked his tongue, “Eyes up here, Aurenya.”
I felt a finger lifting my chin to meet his very amused gaze.
Oh, for divines’ sake.
I could no longer hold back, I felt my inner fire practically begging to lash out at him.
“Ugh, you’re so fucking arrogant.”
Tairngire laughed then, deep and unrestrained. “Ah, there she is.”
He grabbed my hair in his fist and used it to pull my head back to meet his eyes once more, the amusement replaced with a feral intensity. His cock had sprung free in my peripheral, but his grip on me wouldn’t allow me to look down.
Oh gods, I could feel myself getting wetter by the second and considering Tairngire’s nostrils just flared, he could to. There was just something …erotic about the way he was rough, and yet gentle with me at the same time.
Tairngire had been a walking contradiction since I saw him in the Elders hut.
He was a divine, untouchable and fierce, but at the same time, there was something so human about him.
Even though that wasn’t possible, considering he had never suffered the toil of a mortal existence.
I couldn’t help but to latch onto those moments of vulnerability, like right now when he looked down at me like I was the one ruining him, and not the other way around.
My thoughts went silent when he took the hand that wasn’t tangled in my hair and lifted it to my mouth, his thumb pulling my bottom lip down.
“Open. Now.” His words were commanding, but his tone was soft. That ever-present duality in him coaxing me into submission.
I did as I was told, I wanted to taste him like he’d tasted me. Branwyn had told me once that holding someone else’s pleasure in your hands was empowering. I had brushed it off at the time, not wanting to get my hopes up about something the temple would never allow.
But it was too late for me. I wanted to feel it, I wanted to feel everything. I no longer cared about the consequences, if the Fates came for me tomorrow and dragged me to Karthmor I would accept it, so long as I died knowing what this felt like.
Tairngire had awakened something in me, and it was insatiable.
“Good fucking girl. So perfect. Obeying me for once.” His praise had me melting in a way that went against everything I stood for, and still, I wanted more.
Our bond was pulsing between us, I could feel his desire for me full force. More than I ever had, like he was losing control of keeping himself leashed.
“You want it, don’t you? My cock in your mouth?”