Page 34 of Souls of Steel
Instead, I parted her legs and took a few moments to rub my fingers over her swollen pussy lips. She moaned when I touched her, and the want that exploded through me was as visceral and powerful as the energies of Tartarus.
My father had once told me that all women looked the same with their legs spread. The only thing that mattered was getting inside their cunts. Beyond that, the details were irrelevant. Tall or short, thin or fat, blondes or brunettes, virgins or whores—none of that mattered. Women were living fuck holes.
I’d always known that wasn’t true, but maybe on some level, I’d started to believe it. All those women I’d fucked in the past were interchangeable blurs, and the only memories I’d kept was that of the pleasure they’d given me, the way their bodies tightened around my dick when they came.
It was different with Selene. There was something pure about her, and it had nothing to do with her virginity.
I wanted to hear her cry out in pleasure again. I wanted to hear her say my name, like she’d said Brendan’s earlier. I wanted her to be mine.
Suddenly ravenous, I buried my face between her legs and thrust my tongue deep inside her. Selene arched against the bed and screeched, the sound almost as high-pitched as a Harpy’s cry. “Knox! Ah!”
Encouraged, I sucked greedily on her clit and was rewarded for my efforts when she started to flail. Her motions were violent and uncoordinated, lacking the languorous sensuality or the occasional shyness I was used to from my past lovers. Tachyons emanated from her every pore, drifting into my skin, making the fire that burned through my veins even more intense.
I clutched her legs tightly, knowing I’d leave bruises but not caring. She didn’t seem to mind. She tried to fuck my face, and since I was pinning her down, she reached for my hair and forced me to go deeper, grinding against my mouth. She would’ve never had any luck if I’d been inclined to resist her, but I was about as likely to deny her as I was to commit suicide.
She was a ball of ferocious desire and determination, as dangerous in bed as she was out of it. I loved it—and I knew it would be too easy to start loving her.
I furiously pushed the thought aside, knowing that way lay madness. Brendan had warned me I couldn’t let myself surrender to my instincts. This was enough. It would have to be enough. I’d make her mine today and tomorrow… Tomorrow…
I wouldn’t think about it, about the duty I had to Brendan and to her. I’d allow myself to enjoy this moment, the time Selene and I did have.
“Knox!” she cried out again. “Please, fuck me!”
I’d wanted to make her come with my mouth, but the final threads of my patience snapped under the strain of her passionate plea. I lifted my head, jerked off my uniform half-way and positioned my cock at her pussy. In one single thrust, I buried my dick inside her tight heat.
Her eyes widened and she went rigid. A single tear slid down her flushed cheek and I instantly stilled.
For a moment there, I’d completely forgotten about her lack of experience. I’d taken what I’d wanted with no regard to her comfort. I cursed myself for my idiocy. I might not have grand plans for a future by Selene’s side, but I still wanted to keep her safe, away from physical harm.
August, Pollux, and Brendan came to my rescue. “Give it a minute,” August whispered. “It’ll get better.”
Pollux lowered his mouth over her breast and took one of her nipples into his mouth. As he bit down lightly on one of the pebbled nubs, she moaned in renewed arousal. She’d enjoyed it when I’d touched them earlier, so her enthusiastic response didn’t surprise me. Her inner walls clenched around me, making it even more difficult for me to remain motionless inside her.
This was some kind of perverse punishment. It had to be. I was going to die out of sheer sexual frustration.
Brendan shot me an amused, knowing look. He was enjoying my suffering, the bastard. I blamed Typhon for cultivating my prince’s more sadistic side. Normally, Brendan tended to be calm and in control, but there were moments when that part of him shone through. It wasn’t as noticeable as my violent temper, but it was just as dangerous.
He pressed his hand to Selene’s belly and tachyons flared over her skin, entwining with the light she already emitted. I felt his power sinking into her, and it drifted into me as well, from my point of contact with Selene.
“You’re playing with fire, Brendan,” I croaked out. “Are you sure you want to test me?”
“Oh, come now. I’m sure it’s nothing you can’t handle. And Selene wants you to fuck her. Don’t you, princess?”
Princess. Uh-oh. Brendan had only ever picked private nicknames for a handful of people. He didn’t always use them, either. Just the fact that he had done so for Selene proved that he was as far gone as I was.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have the discipline to pull him out of his own head and neither did August and Pollux. Selene didn’t help, because she embraced Brendan’s idea wholeheartedly. “Yes. Yes, please.”
“In fact, I think you want us all to fuck you,” Brendan continued. “You want our cocks, don’t you?”
I would have said many other things, some of them far dirtier than that. I would’ve told her how much I wanted to hold her down and make her my whore. But I had enough composure left to keep that silent and instead, allowed my physical instincts to take over. I pulled her up, stealing her from August and Pollux, but only for a few moments. I flipped her on all fours, sliding out of her in the process. It was a minor setback I fixed as soon as she was in the desired position. As I thrust back into her, I gripped her hair and forced her head upright, my hold tighter than hers could ever be.
“Open your mouth, little Terran. Go on.”
In response, she moaned. Maybe it wasn’t an invitation per se, but August interpreted it as such. He took advantage of the opportunity and shoved his dick into her mouth. Every muscle in his body went rigid and his jaw clenched as he struggled with how it felt like to be inside her. I empathized. If it was in any way similar to my current experience, nothing any other woman had done in the past could compare to Selene.
His eyes burned with the fire he so often hid and suppressed. For a few seconds, it looked like he was going to pull away. But then, I thrust inside Selene one more time. Selene cried out around August’s cock. Tachyons danced over them both. I could practically see the moment when August abandoned all reason.
Yes, she was made for this, made to be ours, to be the vessel of our passion. Nothing else mattered—nothing but this.
