Chapter 33 #2
Inside Vega’s head was a dangerous place to be when she wanted him so desperately.
“Shit,” she cursed, tying her shield back together and tossing Bridger out of her head on the first try.
One day she’d know how to tell each individual shield apart, picking and choosing who she let in and when. Shielding was hard work—it took the best warriors years to perfect, but Vega caught on quick.
“Good girl.” Bridger cupped the other breast in his free hand, pinching her nipple lightly between his fingers. He finally let go of her hands above her head, but only to grab her by the hips and drag her ass to the end of the table. He sank down on one knee between her spread legs.
It wasn’t a tall table, and on his knee, Bridger had the perfect vantage point to dive into what would undeniably be the best meal of his life.
Vega stared down at him, resting on her elbows when Bridger slid his shield up and let only her in.
“I hate how much I need you,” she admitted immediately.
“Hate all you want. You’re still begging me to fuck you.” Bridger nipped at the inside of her thigh, slipping two fingers underneath the band of her rust-speckled panties. “But I won’t. Not until you tell me what you gave him.”
The look on Vega’s face made Bridger chuckle.
The confusion, the anger, the deception.
“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about…
” Her body fought against the opposing emotions trying to pull her in different directions.
It didn’t know whether to tremble under Bridger’s touch or go stiff at his words.
Did she really think he couldn’t tell when she was lying?
“Liar.” Bridger rumbled. “But don’t worry. I’ll figure it out.” He was afraid he already knew…
Vega leaned her hips to the side as he stripped her bare and discarded the thin lace material to the floor like trash. The new position covered the view Bridger had been dying to see, her hips and legs resting to one side.
Bridger grabbed Vega by her bent knees. “Don’t be shy now, baby. Let me see that pretty pussy.” He pulled her legs apart, and his head literally rolled back at the sight. “Fuck.” He hardly recognized what the lust had turned his voice into.
He raised his head, both his hands trailing down the inside of Vega’s thighs at the same goosebump-raising speed. He wanted to savor this, to enjoy his time between the legs of the most beautiful woman he’d ever known.
“My mouth is watering at the memory of how good you taste.” Bridger pressed a kiss on each side of Vega’s very inner thighs, his thumbs meeting between her lips, parting her open. He blew a short breath over her clit.
Vega bucked her hips. “Bridger.” The moan was like music inside Bridger’s head—his very own symphony.
His name in that tone did him in.
Bridger had never needed her more—had never needed anyone more.
He ran his tongue from hole to clit, lapping up the sweet evidence of her arousal. He hummed low in his throat, listening to every little peep and moan Vega made.
Bridger circled her clit with his tongue, pressing his index finger inside her tight entrance. While he worked his tongue in perfected flicks, Bridger pushed his finger as far as he could, rotating his hand up to reach the soft spot he knew would instantly make Vega shake.
Vega gasped, the muscles of her stomach clenching as he gently massaged her g-spot and wrapped his mouth around her clit and sucked.
Bridger had always loved pleasuring women.
Before Vega had come along, he’d had a reputation as a bit of a ladies man…
and everyone expected him to go back to who he’d been when he returned from the rebels.
But he never had, and while he hadn’t been celibate, the sex had always felt like it was missing something—someone.
Vega.
He’d been missing Vega.
The sounds she made. The way her body rolled when a wave of pleasure rushed through. The heat from her lightning simmering beneath her skin. All of it.
Vega got squirmy the closer she got to her climax, forcing Bridger to loop his free arm through her leg and around her hip—he held her down and slipped another finger inside.
Two fingers was already a tight fit in Vega. His cock bobbed with the memory of her pussy pulsing around him. “Gods, you’re gripping me so tight.”
“Imagine what your cock would feel like wrapped up inside my sopping wet cu—”
Bridger replaced his mouth with his thumb over Vega’s clit, pressing tight circles as he crashed his mouth against hers, trapping the rest of her sentence inside.
His fingers pressing in with more force stopped Vega from forming a coherent thought, allowing Bridger to refocus on the point he was trying to make here. He pulled away from their kiss, continuing to work Vega’s clit with his thumb, fingers pumping in and out.
He locked his eyes on her brilliant blues and felt his smile crook to one side. “I’ll fuck you if you tell me the truth about what you did.”
Vega’s eyes fluttered to the back of her head. “I…” Bridger could tell she was trying to keep her eye contact, fighting against the high of her approaching orgasm to form the right words.
“Exactly. Now shut up and let me hear you scream my name.” Bridger kissed his way back down Vega’s torso and put his mouth around her clit again, savoring the taste of her on his tongue.
Her hips bucked, but Bridger kept his hold, smiling against her when he knew she wasn’t going to last much longer. He’d once taken pride in how fast he’d been able to make Vega come… and it seemed Bridger still had what it took to send her over the edge without having to try.
“That’s it, baby.” He kept his fingers buried deep, rolling his tongue over her clit.
Vega’s walls clasped around his fingers, and Bridger watched from between her thighs as she tumbled into oblivion.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and the fucking noise that came out of her mouth—Gods, please let that be the last thing I ever hear.
“Bridg…” Vega wiggled, unable to finish his name, trying to free herself from the steadfast hold he had on her as he continued to work her through the tremors of an aftershock.
“I’m not done,” he mumbled against her oversensitive bud. “Give me another.”
Beads of sweat formed on Vega’s forehead, her eyebrows pulling together. “I-I can-can’t.”
Bridger’s throaty chuckle against her mound earned him another melodious whimper.
He backed away from her long enough to pull his fingers out and swirl his tongue around them.
“You say that a lot for someone who’s been known to give me what, eight, nine in one night?
” Bridger kissed her inner thigh. “One more is all I’m asking for.
I know you won’t be content without another.
One’s never enough for you, baby. We both know it. ”
Bridger didn’t wait for her to argue because there was nothing to argue about. Vega was going to come again.
End of story.
He lowered onto his other knee and spread her legs open as wide as they’d go, butterflying her out on the table like she was a buffet for one.
He groaned a tortured sound, sliding two fingers inside just to watch her pussy clamp around them. Bridger fingered her slowly, taking his time like he’d wanted.
She panted by the time he removed his fingers and sank back between her legs again, using nothing but his mouth to bring her to the next release Bridger planned on lapping up like a starved fucking animal.
Vega dragged Bridger’s hand up her torso, popping the two fingers he’d just pulled out of her inside her warm mouth. Her tongue slid in between his index and middle finger, cleaning her own juices off Bridger’s fingers.
He felt like he was fighting for his fucking life, pushing away the thought of her tongue on his rock-hard cock pressing uncomfortably against the zipper of his pants.
She deep throated his fingers, gagging.
Fuck, I’m done for. He took his gaze off Vega’s mouth, sliding his fingers out. They trailed down her chin, neck, chest, between the valley of her perky tits…
He watched his fingers instead of Vega. It was no secret Bridger loved eye contact. In fact, he demanded it most of the time, because there was nothing better than seeing the woman he was worshipping come undone for him—but this wasn’t just any woman.
There wasn’t anyone on this planet, in their realm or any other for that matter, who could wind Bridger up this tight.
“Look at me.” It was Vega who demanded eye contact this time, earning a low growl of approval from Bridger.
He locked eyes with her, and that was when Bridger saw it.
His future.
He’d spend the rest of his immortal existence making up for his wrongdoings if it meant she’d look at him like that forever. It reminded him of the night he’d promised to follow her to the underworld.
Love.
It had been so long since Bridger had felt loved.
“Yes, yes. Fuck.” Her mouth opened, soft moans caressing the inside of Bridger’s brain, and her direct eye contact almost brought him to the edge.
Vega reaching her second orgasm was the distraction he needed. Her body shuddered underneath him as she threw her head back and broke the connection that had him thinking of a future for the first time since… well, since he’d met her.
Bridger licked her slit from opening to clit again, taking as much of her release as he could.
“Fuck, Vega.” She jerked as he wiped the cum dripping towards the table with an open palm, leaning back on his heels as his hand glistened with her latest orgasm.
“You’re messier than I remember.” He licked from the inside of his wrist where her cum started to drip down his arm, to the tip of the fingers that had pressed against the back of Vega’s throat moments ago.
She didn’t sit up immediately, and Bridger was a-okay with that, because it meant he got to watch her tits bounce while she slowed her breathing. Her dark brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, no braids to hold the different layers back.
“That was…” Vega rasped. “Jesus Christ, Bridger.”
“Who?” he asked in confusion.
Her laugh was light and breathy. It sent goosebumps down Bridger’s arms. She sat up, thighs meeting in the middle as she leaned forward and situated her breasts back inside her bra.
Bridger was smitten, staring up at her from the floor.
“You look good down there on your knees,” Vega teased, winking at him as she slid off the edge of the table.
He watched every single fucking move she made, eyes drinking her in.
It only took her a single step to stand directly in front of him.
Bridger’s hands were like a magnet to Vega.
He ran them up her soft legs, her skin so much smoother than his war-trained hands.
His eyes hadn’t met hers yet—he was too distracted by Vega’s glistening inner thighs.
He licked his lower lip, biting down hard enough to remind him she’d spoken.
“The view’s really great down here too.” He finally flicked his gaze up to Vega’s. She cupped her hand under his chin, guiding him to his feet.
Bridger stood, towering over her again, and placed his hands on either side of Vega’s face, trying to get inside her head and see every thought.
“We’re so fucked,” she said what Bridger was thinking.
Bridger couldn’t help himself. As if under a spell, he brought his face down to Vega’s and pressed his lips to hers in a delicate kiss, his hands still cupping the sides of her face.
It wasn’t a kiss with the underlying expectation of wanting more. It was a kiss that made the air around them feel scalding hot, like warmth was seeping back into Bridger’s life after years locked outside in the cold.
He could stay here forever, in this moment with Vega until the rest of the world fell away.
And she seemed content to stay with him too.
For now. It felt like someone else’s voice warning him.
The patter of a set of light footsteps triggered Bridger’s senses. He pulled away from their kiss, and Vega groaned in protest, blissfully unaware of the company who’d slipped in without them noticing.
He blocked Vega’s nearly naked body from the red-and-black fox frozen in the middle of the room with Bridger’s bonded dagger gripped between its teeth. It garbled a growl and fled for the front door.
“Hey!” Bridger yelled, scooping Vega’s underwear off the floor and passing it to her.
She tugged them on quickly, and as soon as she was no longer naked, he took off after the fox. Bridger’s bonded sword flew through the home, finding his outstretched hand by its bond to his power.
He checked over his shoulder before he blew through the front door to find Vega already stepping into her pants.
The fox didn’t look back, but it kicked itself into high gear once out in the open. Even as it kicked up dirt and did its best to get away, Bridger was still too fast, snatching it up by the scruff of its neck.
His bonded blade clattered to the cobblestone below as the red fox screamed for help—he didn’t have to speak to animals to recognize the cry.
Bridger held the too large sword against the animal’s throat, but Vega came out ready to defend—as usual. “Bridger, no! It’s a bonded animal!”
Bonded animals were similar to Bridger’s bonded weapons, only alive. And depending on how deep the soul connection was, if a bonded animal died, so would their person.
“No, please! Don’t kill her.” A woman who could be anywhere from twenty to over a hundred, with hair the same color as the fox’s deep red chest, came crashing out of the shadows with her hands up, approaching slowly. “Please.”
“Grab your blade and put her down,” Vega told him.
The fox wriggled in Bridger’s unrelenting grasp, doing what it could to sink its claws or teeth in him.
“Tilie, calm down. It’s okay,” the girl ensured her bonded pet, taking small steps towards Vega and Bridger.
Bridger extended his sword to Vega. She took it, and as if she’d lost no time at all with weaponry too big for her body, Vega sliced through the air, holding the girl at the tip of the blade. “Don’t come any closer.”
Bridger watched her throat bob. “I promise we mean no harm.” Her hands stayed up, and she let her eyes rove away from the sword at her neck.
“I didn’t know it was you two. Only that two people were in there, distracted, and they might have food or weapons.
” She shrugged her shoulders apologetically.
The fox continued to thrash. Bridger scooped his dagger up and plopped the feral animal on the ground—maybe a little harder than he should have.
She snapped at Bridger once but scurried quickly to hide behind the redhead. She weaved through her ankles before sitting between her parted feet like she’d done it a million times before. Her thick tail flicked as she watched Bridger. “Tilie says she’s sorry.”
With the way the fox hissed, Bridger knew she was lying.
“Who are you?” Vega asked.
“I’m Octavia. Tav. This is Ottilie. Tilie.” She nodded down to the red fox. “And I was sent by the leader of Demuto. I need to talk to Khort.”