Page 113 of Cold-Blooded Creatures
She laid it across the wooden surface and hid her face in the crook of my neck. Dorrian resumed his work, and soon her breaths quickened, becoming shallow and mixed with half-smothered little sounds. Every couple of minutes, she jerked, and her pussy squeezed my cock. I had to resort to grinding my teeth to keep the last shreds of my composure.
Dorrian ran the tattoo needle over the bone, and her nails prodded my upper back as she rose and lowered herself back down, muffling her whimpers in my neck.
“Say my name again.” My head dropped back over the backrest, and the wood pinched my skin, but I used the discomfort to distract me. Her pebbled nipples rubbed against my chest despite the barrier of the thin fabric of her dress and my t-shirt. “Fucking say it.”
“Zion,” she cried out, her legs quivering, and I prayed to all the depraved gods watching over us to not bust too soon.
“I don’t think I can take this much longer,” she murmured as she chased her release, half-sliding up and down and half-grinding herself against me, searching for that perfect amount of friction.
Gedeon lowered to one knee behind us, and his hand glided between our bodies. He found her clit, and my muscles twitched each time his knuckles brushed against my pelvis. “None of you are allowed to come until I tell you to.”
His statement slithered down my spine, and her gasp as her hips dropped down onto me sent me spinning.
“Yes,” I groaned as my vision withdrew. His low voice promised torture, and not the fun kind, maybe the best kind. I dug my thumbs into her flesh to guide her as our movements grew frantic. “I can’t hold off.” I scrambled for my plea to make sense. “I need?—”
“Not yet,” he said, his tone gruff.
Her legs gave out, and I took over, clutching her ass and hauling her up and down in rhythm with his caresses, trying to hold off the coiling tension threatening to disintegrate my self-restraint and push me over the edge.
“Please, please,please,” I chanted as a broken record, focusing the last bits of my frying mind on his order.
“Ged-eon,” she croaked out, and joined my prayer. “Please.”
“So impatient.” He chuckled. “But you have been good today. Ask me nicely again, and I might be tempted to give my permission.”
“Can— Can I—” She hid her whimper in the crook of my neck.
“Can we fucking come?” I nearly yelled out the question.
His chuckle turned wicked, his darkened eyes meeting mine. “You can come,” he said coldly, like this had been a game to him and he had won.
He circled her clit, and she bit my shoulder, her scream stifled as her teeth pierced the surface of my skin. As she clenched around me in pulses, her drool burned the tiny wounds she’d created.
I viciously slammed her down on me as the peak rushed through my veins, and I tumbled into a fleeting loss of comprehension. Garbled groans vibrated my throat as she tightened around my spurts filling her up.
None of my previous playthings could compare tothis.
“How do you feel?” Gedeon kneaded the muscles along her spine as she rested on my chest.
Cupping her nape, I searched her face. “Pretty birdie?”
Heavy-lidded, she complained, “You both are jerks. This was not what I’d imagined getting a tattoo would be like.”
“Don’t worry, not the first time this has occurred,” Dorrian piped up, earning a disapproving look from Gedeon.
“How long?” Gedeon asked.
“Ten minutes,” Dorrian said, the buzzing from the tattoo needle renewing as he laid the finishing touches. “If she stays still.”
I was slitting his throat open if he dared complain about her doing whatever she wished. I had Gedeon’s permission to do it.
“No.” Gedeon shook his head at me. “You are not doing it.”
Displeasure was a wrong word to describe what his ability to see through me stirred in my gut. It irked the shit out of me.
Kali traced the mark on my shoulder. “Sorry about the bite.”
I grinned. “You mean, you tasting my blood?”
