Chapter 10 #2
I felt the smile curve against my lips. “I did say that, Cora. Did you try to resist the temptation of the invitation?” I questioned as I started moving closer to her.
She backed up, finding herself pressed against the stone wall, her dark eyes asking what I could give her—no, not asking, begging.
Before I could think better of it, my hand was around her throat, applying only enough pressure for her cheeks to turn a stunning shade of pink.
“Tell me what you want, Princess,” I said, my voice low and deep. If I moved any closer she’d have the perfect example of how much her presence affected me, and I didn’t need that knowledge known. Especially not by her.
“I want to feel something, Cedar, on my own terms,” she whispered. She made no move to remove my hand from her throat, but I could smell her arousal mixing with her already perfect scent.
“Fuck, Princess. You sound so pretty when you say my name.” I ran my nose along her jaw and a low rumbled growl came through my chest as I smelled the faint hint of him still clinging to her. “I’ll wash away the scent of him from your skin if it’s the last thing I do,” I whispered.
Using my free hand, I reached down and pulled her dress up around her hips, her legs begging for various marks to be left behind on them.
I thought about asking what she liked, I thought about taking it easy on her, but she asked to feel.
I’d let her feel plenty. It may not all be pleasant, but she came to me.
She sought me out, not the other way around.
Reaching between her thighs, I was slightly shocked to find nothing between me and her heat. I ran my calloused index finger between her folds, spreading the wetness already there. She gasped, gripping my shoulders from the moment our skin met.
“Cedar,” she pleaded.
“Yes, Princess?” I replied as I slowly eased two fingers into her already soaked cunt, my thumb reaching up to rub slow circles around her clit.
“Is there something you’d like to say, Cora?
” I squeezed her throat tighter, cutting off her air supply along with her ability to speak, because quite frankly, I didn’t care what she had to say.
I could feel her core starting to clench and I contemplated stopping, forcing her to leave.
Or maybe just leaving her on the floor to beg me for more.
Preferably from her knees. All of those thoughts flew through my mind in the span of a heartbeat, but honestly, I wanted to see her face when she came apart on my fingers.
I needed to see it. Her eyes slowly closed as she gripped my shoulders and spasmed around my fingers.
I released my hand around her throat enough to allow her to breathe, and when she opened her eyes I pulled my other hand from her core.
Staring into her eyes, I pulled my soaked hand up and slowly licked each finger, cleaning her from my skin.
Her taste was unlike anything I’d had before, and I didn’t lack experience. But I knew that if I died today, at least it would be so with the taste of her cunt on my tongue.
Reaching behind her and undoing the laces on her gown, I watched as she shrugged out of it, letting the fabric pool around her bare feet.
I wanted to compliment her, tell her she was the most spectacular creature I’d ever seen, but I wouldn’t.
I didn’t think she’d even believe me even if I did.
So instead of all of those things, I dropped to my knees and pushed her legs apart to make room for my shoulders.
“Cedar, no. I’m sensitive,” she whispered as she tried to close her thighs.
I rolled my eyes, grabbing her thighs and slamming her back against the wall behind us. Forcing her legs around my head until my face was right in front of her pretty pink cunt. “I’m hungry, Princess, and I enjoy a quiet dinner.”
“Fuck you,” she whimpered, but her tone had no backbone to it. As if she said it only to hear herself say it, to hear herself fight back. As if to later have ground to stand on when she repeated to herself over and over that she still hated me. Which was fine, because later I’d still hate her too.
But right now? In this small corner of filth in this horrid place? She belonged to me.
I stared up at her for a moment before smirking. “We’ll get to that, Princess. Don’t worry.”
Without another thought, I dove into her soaked heat before she could make any more comments that made me want to punish her instead of bringing her pleasure. I knew pleasure was what she needed right now, even though I ached to see tears running down her face.
My tongue flicked over her sensitive flesh.
Her hands ran down into my hair, and over my scalp.
Her nails digging into my flesh in a way that had part of me wanting to growl at her and tell her to keep her hands to herself, and the other part wanted to fucking purr at how good her hands felt on my skin.
I felt like a melting pot of a hundred different emotions around this female.
Settling for neither option, I did my best to focus on the task at hand. Also choosing to ignore how rock hard I was beneath these loose pants. There wouldn’t be much hiding it from her once I stood up.
I pushed my tongue into her cunt as my nose pressed against her sensitive clit. She tried to hold on to my hair and keep my mouth there and I allowed it. If only because I wanted her to come again desperately. I need her taste on my tongue like I needed air beneath my wings.
My tongue ran up around her clit only to gently replace it with my teeth, and that seemed to be her tipping point.
She let out a muffled cry as she came once more.
Taking my time, I licked up every bit of evidence, even when she started to squirm from what I was sure was now a great deal of sensitivity.
But I didn’t give a fuck. I was far from finished with the little vixen beneath my palms.
Slowly lowering her legs to the ground, I rose up to my full height, standing in front of her. She was flushed, her breathing heavy, and a light layer of sweat covered her porcelain skin. Good.
She reached forward, pulling at the hem of my pants, but I grabbed her wrist, squeezing tight enough to make her second-guess her next move.
“Use your words, Princess,” I growled.
Her blue eyes stared up at me in the darkness as she bit her bottom lip. Her uncertainty as clear as the skies I wished to be flying through right now.
“I want to please you,” she finally said after a moment.
I scoffed. Bringing my hand back to her throat, I pressed her against the wall again and used my other hand to lift her chin. Her eyes met mine without a second’s worth of doubt.
“The only way you could please me, is by killing that male out there you seem to covet so much and fixing my best friend’s memories fully. But I’m assuming you aren’t offering either of those on the table as of now.”
She shook her head as much as she could with me gripping her chin and throat. Releasing her chin, I shoved the loose pants down around my thighs. Lifting her against the wall again, her legs were wrapped around my hips and her arms around my neck.
As if we’d done this a thousand times before. We fit together like the Fates crafted us for this and this alone. Pushing those thoughts from my mind, I focused on burying any feelings other than anger and the need for release.
“I didn’t think so. I’m sure you’d rather be on your master’s cock right now, isn’t that right?” I questioned snidely.
Before I could talk myself out of it or she could speak, I thrust my cock into her soaked cunt. One hand palmed her ass, holding her up against me, and the other was on the wall beside her head. It took me a moment to find my bearings, because nothing—and I mean nothing—had ever felt this good.
She’s just a warm hole, Cedar. Get out of your feelings.
I kept trying to repeat that to myself, a new mantra, but as her tight little cunt squeezed my cock, silently begging me to move, I started to second-guess my newfound thought process.
It shouldn’t feel this good, and part of my brain was questioning every single thing that had happened tonight.
Everything that was pointing to one logical outcome of this, but I refused to acknowledge those thoughts.
I refused to give them room and air to grow within my subconscious.
Instead, I buried my face in her neck, drowning myself in her scent, and started to move against her.
A few slow and deep thrusts to let her become more accustomed to my size before I increased the pace.
Her head dropped to the side, and my fangs ached from the prospect of actually tasting every bit of her at once.
Every ounce of her now belonged to me. How many had her like this? All of her?
Her tiny gasps and noises of pleasure in my ear were driving me even more feral, and it took everything in me to hold back.
“I don’t know how long we have, Princess, but I need to feel you milking this cock before I allow you to exit this room,” I growled against her soft skin.
“I don’t care who walks in before then, who sees my cock filling you up and you falling apart on me.
Even if it’s your master himself. He can watch as you lose yourself while I’m buried deeper inside of you than he’s ever been.
” I ran my fangs down the column of her throat as she dug the heels of her feet into the top of my ass.
“Whose cock are you going to come on, Princess?” I growled against her skin.
I felt her shiver before she whispered, “Your cock, Cedar.”
I felt her lean forward and gently kiss my exposed throat and then, before I could even question it, her fangs were piercing my skin and all I saw was white as my body convulsed against her.
I slammed my cock to the hilt and when my vision started to slowly clear, it was to the sight and feeling of my fangs buried at her pulse point—again—the delectable taste of her blood and power coursing through my veins.
As the sweet nectar that was Cora’s blood ran down my throat, I could feel her everywhere. Even more than before. Her essence, her magic, her taste and scent. It was inside of me, outside of me, it suddenly felt like my entire world rose and fell with her.
I pulled away quickly, almost dropping her on the ground when I did.
She righted herself before she could fall, leaning against the wall, my blood running from the corner of her lips.
I wanted to go to her, lick it from her face and find out what it was actually like to kiss her.
I wanted her to taste herself all over my tongue like I did right now.
Instead, I was focusing on forcing myself to not let my eyes wander farther and look over her entire naked form again, because I knew if I did it’d be my cock acting, not my logical brain—the brain I needed to lead with desperately right now.
“Why… why do you taste like that?” she whispered.
“Taste like what?” I asked, my voice harsher than I meant it to be, but she’d thrown my entire world off its axis and I wasn’t sure what way was up anymore. “What the fuck did you do, Cora?”
She stared at me from across the room, her lips parting as if she were going to answer, but then they slammed shut. “I should go.”
I did nothing, said nothing, as she slid her dress back over the creamy pale skin I was dying to mark. The bite on her neck already healing as she walked past me. I didn’t move, even when she stopped in the doorway, and said, “I’ll be back, Cedar. Don’t worry.”
I didn’t know for sure, but I swore it sounded as if she knew something that I didn’t.
It should have made me nervous, but all I did was pull my pants up around my waist and lay down on my small straw cot in the corner of the room.
Ready to welcome whatever wave of torment and nightmares would plague me today.
I didn’t have the mental fortitude left to try to figure out whatever game Cora was playing right now. Next time she came back, I’d be more ready for her. She’d just caught me at a weak moment, and she knew it.
It wouldn’t happen again.
It felt as if I’d barely closed my eyes before Vega and her cronies were pushing their way through my door again. I chuckled to myself, my door, as if this was my new home and I owned the damn thing.
“I can’t believe those fools were lying in the hall asleep, and you allowed them to live, Rusor,” Vega muttered.
My eyes closed and my arms thrown over my face, I refused to acknowledge the assholes interfering with my nap right now.
I was in the process of trying to force dreams of a stunning female on her knees for me, but my subconscious just kept inserting Cora’s blue eyes and long dark waves in place of whatever female I made up.
I was starting to get a little frustrated by it, honestly.
She made me come one time, and yeah, so she smelled amazing and tasted even better—not sure why that meant my brain could only focus on her now.
I heard their footsteps approach me and braced myself for what I knew was coming.
“Don’t bother waking him, just stand at his feet and get ready to hold him down if he wakes up. This seems easier if he’s not conscious,” Vega told them. Fantastic. Now I was faking sleep.
I could tell it was her as she walked closer to me and knelt down next to my sprawled-out form. A sudden pinch in my neck made me audibly groan before I could stop myself. I was hoping they’d leave the drugs out of this if I was asleep. Apparently that was wishful thinking.
“Here’s to hoping this actually helps,” a quiet voice said from next to me. It caught me so off guard, I looked over and realized Cora was behind Vega. Her eyes widened when I looked at her, and I realized rather quickly that she also thought I was sleeping.
“Oh, I’m sorry, bird. Did that wake you? You won’t be up for much longer, don’t worry,” Vega stated, her tone in its normal monotone pitch.
“Fuck you,” I muttered, ensuring the female behind her knew who I was actually talking to. She rolled those pretty blue eyes and I wanted to reach over and wrap her hair around my fist and yank her down to her knees. Show her just what rolling your eyes truly got you.
I growled as my eyes started to feel heavy, and then everything went dark once more.