Page 38 of Blood and Magic
I pulled him between my lips and sucked the tip, gently at first, working him up to it. I didn’t want to go too fast, too soon, and show all my cards. No, I wanted to savor this, to take it slow and make him shake by the time it was over.
Gripping his boxers with one hand and the base of his dick with the other, I ran my tongue along the underside of him, swallowing down the salty taste of his precum. He leaned his head back on his shoulders, showcasing his broad chest and sculpted abs, and I thanked the heavens I got to see him like this. The sun was nearly under the horizon now, and up against the fading light, he looked like a God or maybe a fallen angel, something ethereal and eternal, come from heaven to save me from damnation.
“Fuck, your mouth is killing me, baby,” he said, running a hand through my hair. He gripped it behind my head and used it to guide me how he wanted, sinking his cock deep into the back of my throat.
I relaxed my muscles and stuck out my tongue, rubbing it against his balls while I gagged around his thick length. He hissed and moaned in response, and that urged me on.
Nothing made me feel more powerful than turning a strong man weak. Was there any better way to do that than with his cock in my mouth and my teeth so close to his tender bits? Oh, how I loved it when he shivered and gave me praise.
“Fuck, just like that. Such a good girl. You take me so fucking well.” He spewed countless other dirty thoughts, complimenting me on such a lecherous act. “You wanna drain my balls, baby? You want everything I have to give you?”
Not in a hundred years would I ever have thought Vermillion Alexander would talk like this to me, but I’d never been one to snub a gift, so I kept going. I gripped him tighter, worked him faster, took him deeper, even when my eyes watered and I started to drool.
My cunt aching with a fury, I pulled away and stroked him, staring up his body while he brushed hair out of my face.
“Don’t you want to fuck me, Mill?” I asked, licking the taste of him from my lips.
“Oh, darlin’, the first time I fuck you will be in a bed after I’ve feasted on you for as long as I want,” he said, fisting a handful of hair on the back of my head so he could control me again. “Now get back to work. We’re running out of daylight.”
“Yes, sir,” I said. I didn’t need to be told twice.
I went back to sucking him, worshipping his cock like I might die without it. I inhaled him deep, relishing his clean musky pinewood scent…and something more, something richer and darker, something distinctly him. But hell, I loved that too. I’d bathe in it if I could. I’d wear it around all day like perfume.
When he got close to his orgasm, he held my head in place and fucked the back of my throat, hard and deep. I breathed through my nose to keep my gag reflex at bay, holding myself open for him, and when he came, he pulled out to stroke himself, spraying hot come across my lips and tongue.
I reveled in his salty-sweet depravity, swallowing down whatever landed in my mouth. I’d hardly been able to lick my lips before he grabbed my chin, held me in place, and leaned down to swipe his tongue across my mouth, kissing me to shove it inside. It was disgusting and obscene and absolutely one of the hottest things anyone had ever done to me.
“You’re a good little cocksucker,” he said.
“Thank you,” I replied with a grin. “No one’s ever made me come like that.”
“No one? What an honor.” He hummed his approval before giving me another kiss and pulling me to my feet. My knees ached, and my toes were numb, but I still managed to wrap my arms around his neck for a full-body hug.
“C’mon,” he said, nodding toward the hill. “The sun’s going down, and I wanna get you home before the Scorpions figure out where we are.”
He grabbed my hand and led me up the side of the cliff, but as we got closer to the top, the harsh smack of reality descended upon us. One where he used to fuck my sister. One was where I was a Vanderbilt heir, and he was a Royal Bastard who worked for my family.
We weren’t supposed to blur the lines between us. Sol and Orion aside, things were already complicated. How much more complicated had we just made them? That had been fun, but I feared that’s all it would ever be. Fun. A quick break from the real world, one born out of adrenaline and the heat of an overwhelming moment.
He said nothing while we dressed, and neither did I. Maybe he also knew what had to happen next. Maybe he had also realized we shouldn’t have done what we did. After I slipped on my shorts and pulled my shirt over my head, I stuffed my feet back into my shoes and started the trek into the woods.
“Maeve,” he said, his tone soft and wary.
“It’s okay, Mill,” I said. “It was just a little fun, a way to blow off steam. It doesn’t mean anything.” Steeling myself against the dozens of other times this had happened to me, I smiled and nodded toward the trees. “No pressure, okay? No strings. No repercussions.”
He nodded but furrowed his eyebrows, suggesting he didn’t like that arrangement, even if he hesitantly agreed with it.
CHAPTER 11
Maeve
He didn’t touch me again. Whatever we’d found on the banks of the Blackfoot River stayed there, even as we continued this tenuous dance between us.
Within the next few days, I’d gotten the hang of it. I worked the business side of things and helped Ellen cook dinner after I was done. (She cooked while I learned, and hey, I was getting better every day.) Vermillion came in just after sunset, and we ate like a proper family.
If I squinted just right, I could pretend this was our life. I could pretend we were married, and I played girlboss during the day while he ran the ranch, and at night, he’d whisk me upstairs and make love to me before falling asleep in each other’s arms.
Of course, that was just a stupid pipe dream. He flirted with me, true, but our steamy, hot-blooded tryst ended almost as quickly as it began. If it bordered on anything too salacious, Mill excused himself to his room and left me embarrassed, rejected, and alone.
