Page 89 of Darling Wildfire
My gaze dropped involuntarily to the bulge in Atlas’ sweatpants. Atlas chuckled and my eyes snapped up to him to see amusement dancing with desire.
“You can be an ass man too,” he said.
There was no missing the underlying message there. I’d never been interested in a man before, and I wasn’t sure if I was interested in men or just interested in Atlas. Our connection went beyond anything I’d ever experienced before and was a convoluted mess of friendship, the trust that came with serving with someone and whateverthiswas. All of it centered around the fact I felt like I’d known him for a lifetime.
“You’re right,” I said lightly. “Why choose?”
We held each other’s gaze for another moment longer, both of us trying to decipher what the hell was going on. I had a feeling he knew more than I did. All I knew was that when my dick had been down her throat and my eyes had landed on his—for the briefest moment, I’d pictured him on his knees for me instead.
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The woman got to her feet and took a few steps towards where I sat on the edge of my bed.
“Stop,” I demanded, and she froze. “Crawl.”
“What?”
“Crawl to me.”
The room fell completely quiet. I didn’t take my eyes off the woman but I could tell Nyx, Atlas and Preacher were watching. I saw defiance flash across her face and her lips thinned but she slowly dropped to her knees and lowered onto all fours. Glaring hatred filled eyes at me, she crawled across the ground until she was kneeling between my legs. Her eyes were on the ground and were quickly welling up with tears as the emotions of the day overwhelmed her.
“Good girl, Red.” The nickname came quickly and slid easily off my tongue.
Her gaze went to mine, and I watched a tear slide down her cheek. I brushed it away with my thumb and rested my forearms on my thighs.
“Spread your knees.” I kicked her thighs gently apart revealing her pussy. “Touch yourself.”
Surprise crossed her face, but she didn’t question me and I watched her bring two fingers to her pussy and slowly rub her clit.
“You’re wet already,” I said, smirking at her. “Someone doesn’t hate this as much as your mind would like you to. Did you enjoy Nyx shoving his cock down your throat?”
There was that anger again like I anticipated.
Shame, then denial were always the first emotions.
She opened her mouth to flash back at me and I shoved two fingers between her lips, sliding them across her tongue and into her throat. Usually I wouldn’t make that a rhetorical question but I wasn’t in the mood for her brattiness. She gagged and saliva flooded her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her heaving chest as her breathing picked up.
Her skin grew flushed as her fingers picked up the pace. My other hand fisted her hair, holding her head in place when she tried to move away from my fingers down her throat. She gagged again and her eyes watered. I brought my wet fingers between her legs and slid them inside her while she rubbed her clit. She moaned and closed her eyes, panting as I curled my fingers into her g-spot.
“Look at me,” I demanded softly.
Red’s eyes snapped to mine, and I watched the anger and defiance get pushed out by submission. She whimpered as she got closer to the edge and she grew wetter around my fingers, her pussy clenching as her hips pushed against my hand. She cursed and whined, panting as her release hovered just out of reach.
“Please—” she gasped.
I growled my approval, not expecting she would ask my permission to come.
“Please, what?” I said.
“Please, may I come?” She was squirming against my fingers, panting and her skin flushed to a pretty pink all over her face and chest.
“Nyx forgave you, but don’t think for a second I’ll tolerate bullshit like today again. Understand?”
She nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl—ride my fingers, make yourself come.”
