Chapter 13 #3
"You did once," he reminded her, as if either of them could forget the explosion mere moments ago.
Very slowly, very gently, Shiver resumed fucking her with his bundle of tendrils, in and out at such a deliberate pace she might almost have ignored it.
Almost. "But I'll need you to be very brave and do it again.
And after that, again, as many times as it takes. "
Clara pressed her hot face to Shiver's chest, clenching her knees together tightly and uselessly tugging down the hem of her dress. His trick was certainly working to keep her focused on him, but was it enough to make her forget the ocean of glowing eyes watching their every move?
"Don't worry, baby," he said, sliding his tendrils out of her and stroking back her hair. "I'll make sure you don't get bored."
He reached down to yank her panties off the rest of the way and let them fall to the floor. Shushing her little gasps of protest, he wrapped his tendrils and hands around her thighs and lifted her up to his shoulders, burying his face between her legs with the groan of a starving man.
"What—oh!" Clara flailed to grab hold of something—a ceiling beam, a light fixture, anything—and her hands found his horns, holding them tightly. He answered with a groan that vibrated through her like a coal train.
Seven hells, her taste on his tongue made him wild as a beast. He felt carnivorous, straining at his leash so as not to swallow her down in one gulp.
Shiver could hardly hear those lovely cries and gasps with her thighs pressing so hard against the side of his face, but he would be happy to let her smother him, just like this.
She loved him—this realization kept playing upon his heart in a sporadic rat-tat-tat like an inattentive drummer, now pounding away at his rib cage with a bruising rhythm.
She loved him, she of all creatures on earth and below, and the joy of it, the need for her, the feral rage at any force trying to get between them, was making him half mad with hunger and heat.
“You’re so—damned—beautiful,” he groaned, twisting his tongue through her folds like he was tasting an overripe mango.
Clara’s gasps were mixing with cries as she fought and failed to keep it down, even with her hand clapped over her mouth tight enough to bruise.
She could see all the eyes around her, the grinning teeth, the shadowy arms that reached for her on the other side of the glowing barrier.
Terror gnashed at her, but Shiver’s mouth was far more effective.
Every flutter of his tongue and press of his lips drove her fear further and further back until she was riding his face, holding his horns like the handlebars of a bicycle.
Shiver jerked and clamped his hands down harder on her thighs.
“Look at me, girl,” Shiver reminded her in a growl before he returned to his work.
Clara did look at him, and the sight nearly sent her over the edge. His eyes were glowing that bright blue, staring right up at her, balancing her on his shoulders as if she weighed nothing, tongue buried inside her so deeply she felt it in her throat.
“Look at uusssss,” other voices called out, but Clara was too focused on Shiver.
Her eyes were locked onto that flashing blue that glared up from between her thighs, daring her to look away, daring her to not come for him, and promising such glorious retribution if she did so that she was tempted to misbehave.
As if reading her thoughts—and she felt him so deeply inside her, he may well have been able to—Shiver gave a subtle shake of his head. The threat and the motion of his lips against her as he did so made Clara jump and grip his horns tighter for balance.
Shiver moaned, his whole body spasming with that hard grip of her tiny little hands. Fuck, keep it together. He could keep her just like this, on his shoulders and on his tongue, until the sun rose—but not if she kept doing that.
“Shiver, please,” she whispered, hoping the other demons couldn’t hear her. “They’re all w-watching us, I can’t.”
“Just keep—those eyes—on me,” he commanded between licks and slurps, his little shadow tendrils snaking their way back up her thighs and into her soft, secret places. “I’m here—till daybreak…”
Lord no, I’ll never survive that long, demons or no demons, Clara thought, holding his horns and squeezing them tightly as tidal waves of pleasure slapped at her.
The chorus of hisses and taunts and animal growls from the circle around them grew so loud that Clara was sure she would never tune them out, and she wanted to cry with frustration—until that long tongue split in two, curling around her clit from both sides.
Silence quilted her mind as if she’d stood too near the church bell.
A cloud billowed up from beneath her, heat and sweet thunder rolling and crackling in the atmosphere just below her belly before the storm broke and she rocked back on his mouth, crying out to the ceiling and gripping his horns.
Mine, thought Shiver as he licked every dip and crevice of her to claim that honey he had earned. Mine until the sun dies. Mine.