Chapter Twenty One
Morning’s light burned the backs of my eyes, an arm automatically coming up to offer shade as I grumbled. “Turn off the sun.”
A low chuckle rumbled through the chest my face was shoved into, the sound dragging one of my eyes open to meet the amused honey orbs not two inches away. “While I can claim many powers, controlling the sun is not one of them.”
I hummed, sweeping a glance down his frame. The tension from yesterday was gone alongside the haunted glint that’d prickled my skin like hundreds of ants. Everything wasn’t completely okay yet, but it was closer to it.
Beside the shards of old trauma, warmth glowed in his eyes and it was a far more welcome sight. His mouth quirked into a small smile when he caught my gaze, his hand inching up twine with mine. “I am well. While I have seen things as horrific as Mary’s fate before, it never becomes easier. Though, this is the first time I have had someone to offer me comfort afterward.”
Leaning in, I pecked his cheek, reveling in the scratch of his stubble as he shifted down, dry lips sliding along the skin of my throat. Any lingering sleepiness evaporated when he spoke against my neck. “Thank you for staying with me last night. The company was much appreciated and should you ever wish to share my bed again, the door is always open.”
Welp, that settled it, I was never sleeping in the other room again. After a week of having me cling like a koala I’d check back in to make sure he was still fine with it.
Instead of saying that, my arms wound languidly around his neck, soaking in the peace of the moment as his mouth trailed across my throat again. Sensitive skin buzzed, the short hair on his cheeks sending waves of awareness through me everywhere they scratched.
Then his tongue flicked out, tasting my pulse point. I barely had a second to brace before his teeth grazed my neck, the feather light scrape hardly qualifying as a bite even as my hormones surged to the surface.
“Dimitrius-!” My warning stopped short when he repeated it, shifting us so he hovered over me, his arms dug into either side of mine. I clenched when he added a bit more pressure, sucking until a bruise was sure to form. Bucking up against him, I moaned, hands scrabbling to find purchase.
Eventually they wound around his back, my legs burning with the urge to latch to his waist even as I forced the urge back. Tangling one hand into his hair, I tugged sharply. “Dimitrius, we need-.”
He stopped laving my neck, lips trailing to mine but instead of easing off, he hit the throttle. Wet tongues slid together, the taste of him surging through me as he sucked again. Warmth burned low in me, tightening and pulsing in time with each pull he gave, images for what else he could do that with painting across my mind.
Ripping myself away before I could start rutting against him, I gasped in air and tried to slow him down. “We need to slow down.”
He cut me off with another kiss, teeth sinking into my lip before sucking on it. His eyes sparked with lust when he pulled away next and denied. “No, I have wanted to ravish you since our bath and now I will. The only thing that will be stopping this is if you truly do not want it.”
The only way I’d ever answer ‘no’ to that was if I were dead, and even then I still might drag myself back to the living just to agree.
Dodging his next dive for a kiss, I stared into his eyes, searching for any hint of uncertainty. There was none, only a molten arousal that stroked against me like a physical caress.
I was more than alright with things going further between us, but if he was doing this out of some twisted form of gratitude then I didn’t want it.
When a minute passed and nothing but certainty showed itself, I nodded. “Alright, but feel free to stop at any time.” Would I be disappointed? Sure, but I’d be a lot more than disappointed if he forced himself through this.
Though I would be finishing myself if he couldn’t. I had morals, but that didn’t make me a masochist.
His lips curled in a wide grin, one I hadn’t seen yet. It reeked of daring and desire, carrying a promise with it I could only hope he’d follow through with. My heart tripped, beating hard against my chest when he trailed his mouth down my throat to respond.
“This will not be sex, I am not ready for that, but your scent beckons me and now I will finally answer its call.”
My scent? What, did his power boost come with enhanced sense?
Any confusion I felt evaporated at the speed of an ice cube in the Sahara desert when he drifted down, frame now between my thighs. Calloused fingers stroked the skin of my thighs, brushing the borrowed shirt higher, higher, higher. It slid over my hips, revealing my already wet entrance to the chilly air.
He hovered closer, air brushing in puffs over me, before stopping. When he didn’t continue, a pinched expression covering his face, I cursed inwardly. Maybe he wasn’t quite as ready as he thought. When I moved to pull away though, his grip tightened, pulling me closer as he growled.
“I wish to have this, but I have no knowledge for how to proceed. Guide me, but I refuse to leave your thighs now that I am here.”
Well, damn, what was I supposed to say to that? Aside from hell yes, but I think that went unsaid.
Taking a deep breath, I nodded. “Alright but before we get into this…” I locked eyes with him, pushing as much certainty as I could into my next words. “If you need to stop-. Hell, if you want to stop, say so. This isn’t something all people enjoy and if you’d prefer not to do this yet, or at all, that’s fine.”
He nodded, “Of course.” When only certainty stared back at me, I continued.
“Alright, lesson one.” I trailed a hand down my front until it rested over my clit, pressing into it with a shuddered hiss. “This, this is very important. Roll it, lick it, suck on it, do whatever you want but don’t leave it out.”
Abandoning my clit entirely too quickly for my taste, I snagged one of his hands and pressed all but two fingers down. Pushing the tips forward against my entrance, I sucked in a breath and continued. “Go slow, sink to the palm, and once you can move around comfortably, crook them. There’s a bundle of skin just inside, aim for that. Everything else is figure out as you go-.”
As if that were his signal, he slid the digits in, not wasting a minute as his mouth dropped to wrap lips tight around my clit and suck. White blitzed across my vision as talented lips rolled and pulled in time with every slow slide of his hand.
When he licked straight up from his fingers, ending it on a crook that nailed the bundle of nerves head on, my spine snapped up in a perfect arch. My thighs lashed around his head, yanking him nose first into my curls as his eyes widened and a choked noise came.
He didn’t move, the sudden stillness making me bite back a curse.
Fuck had that been too much? I should have told him I was a clinger.
Before I could drop my thighs from his shoulders, his hand came up to put them back tighter than before, his mouth pulling away from my clit long enough to say. “Between your thighs is where I wish to live and die, do not take this from me.”
He barely waited for my nod before diving back in like a man starved, mouth a hot brand of motion as his hand picked up speed. Every slick slide rubbed deliciously into pulsing, clenching walls and the familiar hot swell in my stomach pressed in. I wasn’t going to last for much longer, but something told me he didn’t mind.
It’d been so long that even his fingers were a stretch, the slight burn when he pressed the third in sending a shiver down my spine. A well timed pull on my clit paired with his fingers sinking to the palm, scissoring out as a gush of arousal hit, and I bucked hard. His free hand pressed my hips down, holding me still as he dug in with renewed vigor, humming in approval when I let out another cry.
That hum was divine and he must have noticed that, because it continued in a drawn out syllable, the vibrations, heat and friction putting me on the pin’s head of climax. He shoved his fingers to the base, twisting to scrape several spots at once as I shattered around him.
Iron hit my tongue, teeth digging in to stop the scream building in my throat, but through my world shaking orgasm, I caught his order. “Do not muffle yourself, scream and let the entire house hear it.”
With no functioning brain cells left to argue with, I did just that, his fingers milking the bundle of nerves as his lips sucked in time on my clit. Pressure pulsed under my skin, tightening and tightening until finally it burst outward, magic snapping out from me in a wave as everything dissolved into a pleasurable daze.
The scream he wanted came, my throat burning from it as I clamped around his hand and road him through my orgasm. After a minute and the last of the aftershocks faded, I released him, limbs still twitching as he slid back up the bed to lie beside me.
Idly, I noted the busted light bulbs littering the floor–oops–before all my attention shifted to Dimitrius.
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A satisfied smile curled his lips as he pulled shiny fingers into his mouth, tongue flicking out to collect every drop while never once looking away from me.
Memories of what that wicked tongue could do squeezed another clench from me before I groaned, letting my head fall against his chest in defeat. “Shit, you’re going to kill me. It’s going to be a fan-fucking-tastic way to go, but I’m definitely dead.”
He chuckled, low and full of promise as his arm wound around me, dragging me closer. “I am glad that even without my aura, I have this effect on you.”
Considering the shudders still rolling through me? Safe to say he had no reason to worry. Forcing shaking limbs to curl around him, I chuckled. “You’ll never have to worry about whether or not I’m getting mine. I can already tell that’s never going to be a problem.”
As the last of the trembles left, I trailed a hand down from his hair–had I still not let him go?–to his chest. Stroking the grooves of muscle and scar, I continued southward until I hovered over his belly button.
Making sure to meet his eyes, I waited for permission. He hadn’t said how far he wanted this to go and while I’d more than enjoyed what he’d done, I burned to return the favor, my fingers all but itching to explore.
“Are you comfortable with this?” I asked, nails trailing over the prominent bulge tenting his pants, flesh jumping up into my palm as he sucked in a breath. Calculating eyes took me in, before he nodded.
“We will redefine my boundaries together, though if you could go slowly to start…”
The thought of doing anything else hadn’t crossed my mind once. His first willing time trailing into sex wouldn’t be something to regret, I’d ensure it. No matter how slow he needed to take things, I’d follow his lead.
“I’d do nothing else for you.” The words rang with certainty and Dimitrius eased, eyes open and warm as my gaze slid back down to the painful tent in his sleep pants. The grey fabric was stretchy, giving a stark outline that made me itch to explore. After one last glance up to make sure he was still on board, I tucked a finger in the waistband.
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I slid the fabric down, his cock revealing inch by tantalizing inch until finally it was free. Pale skin flushed dark red, a thick vein winding from the base up the underside toward the tip making my tongue peak out to wet my lips.
How would it taste?
My thighs clenched, vivid images of his hands fisting my hair and riding me like I’d done to him almost making me want to go for a second round. He didn’t seem the type to totally lose himself in the bedroom, but fuck the thought was glorious.
He was gorgeous and now he was mine. I had time to think about taking him apart piece by piece, or having him fuck me like he’d die if he stopped, later. For now, I had other things to focus on. Namely the cock standing to full attention not two inches from my hand. Trailing feather light touches across the triangle of his hips, his abs tensing under my fingers, I paused just by the base.
Gold eyes all but drowning in lust caught mine, his head dipping in the slightest nod. Without further ado, I gripped him, my fingers not closing around the girth as I trailed my other hand up, up, up. Until my thumb rolled over the slit at his tip, a clear drop of liquid smearing across the pad as his eyes fluttered shut and he sucked in a sharp breath.
A beat passed, then another. When he didn’t tell me to stop, I repeated the motion, tightening my fingers around his base as I started a steady massage. A ripple of pleasure rolled through him, his fingers digging hard into the sheets as I gripped firmly and slid my head up to his tip. Skin slid with the motion and he bucked, a hiss filling the air as he fucked up into my hand.
Guess I didn’t have to ask if he was good to continue.
His cock leaked, the clear liquid sliding down to coat my fingers and making the slid smoother. With each pull, his hips rose to meet me, shuddering thrusts picking up as his moans increased in pitch and frequency.
I could finish him like this, but watching the tip poke out of my hand before ducking down again nudged me on.
Remembering his earlier eye contact and the effect it’d had on me, I opened my mouth and never once let my eyes leave his. Flicking my tongue out to taste, I reveled in the salt as he jerked, bowing off the bed as his hips snapped hard.
A choked groan came, satisfaction bubbling under my skin as I did it again. Starting a rhythm, I soaked in the rush of pride reducing him to this brought me. When he started bucking harder, I inched just a bit further down his length.
Wrapping my lips around the tip, I sank onto it and hummed. Like a ripple, his muscles bunched and released, a shudder trailing through him as a choked shout broke through the air. Smiling in glee–as much as the cock in my mouth allowed–I started a steady rocking motion, even downward slide pulling him further and further into my throat.
At least my gag reflex isn’t sensitive.
The thought was there and gone before I could really process it, my focus on the task at hand as his hands trailed into my hair. Just like I’d hoped he pulled me closer, grip turning near bruising as he used the new leverage to drag me down him. Opening my jaw a tad more, I sank into the movement as his control unraveled.
He was thick, thicker than any I’d had before, and my lips almost hurt from stretching around him. That didn’t stop me from sinking another inch down and hollowing my cheeks, the salty taste of him hitting my tongue in time with his choked moan.
It’d been awhile since I’d done this, but if the hand fisting my hair was any indication I’d say I still had it.
With two more slow rocks, my nose pressed against blond curls at his base and his eyes rolled back, the tang of him touching my tongue. While I enjoyed knowing he was close, his eyelids weren’t what I wanted to see.
Keeping my teeth back, I swallowed around him, watching as his eyes flew open to lock with mine. Only experience made me pull back in time as he bucked, nearly stuffing my throat. The hand in my hair tightened, his thrusts picking up speed as moans came one after the other, the low rumbles imprinting in my memory as I picked up the pace.
Reaching between us, I cupped his balls and smiled when they twitched threateningly. He wouldn’t last long and as my throat began to burn from the tight fit, I was glad. Between his thickness and my previous screaming a dull burn was already starting low in my throat. I’d probably need a popsicle after this, but oh I didn’t mind in the slightest!
Wrapping my hand around his base, his balls tightening in final warning, his fingers tugged me upward. Ignoring the message, I locked eyes with him and sank all the way down to swallow one last time, fingers stroking him in time.
Understanding flickered, then his hips snapped up, burying himself to the base as he threw his head back. A choked shout of my name cut off midway through as his every muscle tensed to stone. Relaxing against him, I relished in the pulsing cock as it shot his load down my throat, some of it overflowing to bubble out the corner of my mouth.
When the last of the tremors stopped, I pulled back and swiped it clean with a grin.
Satisfaction curled through me as he turned hazy eyes my way, blond hair in complete disarray, though from his lashing or my fingers gripping it I wasn’t sure.
In short, he looked like the definition of ‘just got laid’ and I’d be making it my personal goal to see that on him more often.
Flopping against his chest, I sent him a saucy grin. “Now that was fun.”
He still faintly shook as a hand came up to stroke my spine, the fingers trailing under my borrowed shirt to slide along my tailbone. I’d never had this quiet time after sex, and as I settled further into his chest, I sighed.
I’d had no idea what I’d been missing out on.
After a minute, the hand pulled me closer, the embrace warm as Dimitrius tucked his chin on top of my head. “For the first time, I can completely agree.” His pleased rumble pulled me back to the present.
I hated that he’d never had any good experiences with this before, but I was happy he’d chosen me to do it with now. Our first major test was behind us without a single hiccup, the success sending waves of triumph through me.
Snuggling into his throat, I reveled in it. Hopefully the future hurtles would go as well.
“And it only gets better as we get to know each other.” I said, pausing at the end to cough, my throat protesting so much talk after its most recent abuse. Though calling it that may be wrong, since I’d enjoyed every minute of those screams…
Making a note to keep a water bottle by the bed in the future, I went to ignore the discomfort only for Dimitrius to pull back with a frown. Concern furrowed his brow and I cut him off before he could worry excessively.
“I’m fine, it’s normal for my throat to be a bit sore. Screaming orgasms tend to do that.” The scratchy tone didn’t soothe him and before I could argue he was up and moving from the bed.
“I shall be right back. I refuse to relax while you are in any way uncomfortable because of me.” Then he was gone, barely stopping long enough to pull on pants and a shirt before hauling ass out the door. Shaking my heat in amusement, I stretched and waited for him to come back.
The mild soreness really didn’t bother me, but if his severe reaction was anything to go by it bothered him and I wasn’t about to sneer at the concern. After so long with no one caring, I was happy to soak in the new change. Besides, I had a hunch why he reacted like this.
He probably had experience with the soreness I felt, but his screams hadn’t been from pleasure. The thought threatened to sour my mood, before I quickly shucked it to the side. Later I’d tell him that I didn’t mind the soreness, but there was nothing wrong with soaking in his unique brand of caring for now.
Barely two minutes passed before he came back, the sight of what was in his hands making me sit up in excitement. He handed over the chocolate and mint milkshake without hesitation, sliding to sit behind me as he leaned against the headboard.
“Apparently Scott knew you would require it as he had it prepared and ready when I came to the kitchen.”
Considering how loud I’d screamed before, that didn’t surprise me. I should probably be embarrassed by that, but honestly I was too happy to care. So, the rest of the house knew I’d gotten very lucky, so what?
It wasn’t as if Dimitrius and I were screwing in plain sight and he definitely wasn’t going to tolerate me being quiet, so everyone else would just have to suffer through it. Let them be envious of me, I would be in their place.
Once the shake was half gone and the burning my throat somewhat soothed, I put it to the side and focused back on Dimitrius. Trailing a hand up into his hair, I fixed it back to a somewhat orderly state. I hated breaking our little bubble, but reality would come knocking soon.
“So do you want to get up and start the day or sleep for the rest of it?” I asked, hoping he’d take the second option even as I knew he wouldn’t. Sure enough, his eyes darkened as some of the previous glow dimmed.
“As much as I wish to stay and lounge in bed with you, there are things that must be done. Mary’s parents must be informed and the other children need to be returned home.”
His hand wove into my hair, tilting my head back to drop a kiss against my temple. Pulling back after a second, he requested. “While I could handle it alone, I would appreciate you coming as well for those tasks. If you would prefer to stay here I will not hold it against-.”
Cutting him off with a slow, languid kiss, I shook my head. “Nope, I’m with you ‘til the end of this. You need me? I’m there, it’s that easy. Now let’s get dressed and get this day over with. We can come back to cuddling later. After all, I have an open invitation to your bed now and if you think I’m not taking full advantage of that, you don’t know me half as well as I thought you did.”
His lips quirked, but he didn’t argue as I hopped out of bed, moving to the bathroom to pull on my pants from yesterday. Eyeing the shirt for a minute, I shrugged and left without it. Walking back out, I tucked the hem of his shirt in, lifting a brow when scorching honey eyes leveled on me.
Shrugging unrepentantly, I asked. “What? Your shirt is comfortable and it smells like you.”
A smile twitched across his lips. “That is more than acceptable, though focusing throughout the day will be difficult. Let us go, before I throw you onto the bed and nothing gets done.”
Eyeing the bed, I considered throwing myself onto it so we could get a head start on that, before shaking the urge to the side. While the thought was beyond enticing, we didn’t have time for that right now. Linking my arm with his, I relaxed as we breezed out of the room.
Today was far from over, but if nothing else I’d have the wonderful morning to remember when things inevitably went to shit.
What we’d already done nearly sent me into orbit, so how fantastic would being intertwined with him be?
Or maybe the better question is, how long would my brain be out of commission until all its cells revived…
Well, eventually I’d find out.