Page 35 of Tasteful Anarchy and Tangled Auras
Bryn chuckles. “Absolutely not. No cock for you. Yet.” I whimper and he continues. “Oh, my love, don’t worry. I won’tleave you needy,” he growls, low and reverberating, right down to my core. “But I say when, do you understand?” His eyes lock to mine and I nod. “Say it, Adi.”
“You’re in control, Bryn.”
“That’s right, a chroí. You’re so beautiful. I’ve wanted you for so long, I’m taking my time. So behave yourself.” And with that, he lowers himself and licks all along me, latching onto my clit at the top of the stroke. My knees bend, feet on the mattress, and I buck. I can’t help it.
“Hmm, maybe you do need that spanking. You’ll ask my permission to come.” But he goes back to me, stopping only to murmur a few times how good I taste and how he knows I can behave for him. He’s driving me crazy, his arms wrapped under my legs and up to my hips, hands holding me tightly there.
“Bryn,” I gasp out, “I’m going to come if you don’t stop....” He makes a happy noise, which I take to mean that that is his goal. I let go and fall off the edge.
When my orgasm has subsided and I can open my eyes again, he slides up my body. I place my hands on either side of his face and clean my pleasure off of him.
He grins and growls as I do. “That’s right, Adi. You taste delicious.”
My hips rock. The length of his cock is resting up my sex, the tip of him against my clit. His hand slides down, gripping my hip again. “I told you no,” he chuckles. “I guess we shall have to work on your behavior.”
Those orgasms were amazing, but I just want him inside me.
“You want my cock so badly, love,” he says. “I know. I’ll give it to you, a chroí. Just as soon as you tell me how much you want me.”
I’ve never felt so needy. I easily beg for him. “Bryn, please, please, I need you. I need to feel you inside me.” I gasp as hethrusts, his long hard length sliding against my clit. “Please, I want your cock. Please, mate. Fuck me.”
His hips shift and his head lines up with my entrance. “I know your tricks, a chroí. Hold still,” and he holds my hips tightly. “Just the head, Adi,” he murmurs, eyes locked on where our bodies meet as he presses a bit of his cock inside me. Then he looks up, gaze heavy and satisfied. “Do you like that, love?”
I buck against him, gasping and feeling miserably empty. “Yes. Please, more. Please.”
He chuckles and gives me a little more, stroking in and out. “That’s my good girl. You’re so perfect. You take my cock.” He’s holding my hips down firmly. I can’t move, can’t do more to take him inside me. I toss my head back and forth. He’s driving me crazy. It’s like he knows I can’t take any more teasing, and he slides all the way in.
“My heart, you’re mine. You’re so beautiful, I’ll never stop.” His hips thrust gently, he rocks against me, and I’m absolutely mesmerized by him. I’m on the edge and I’m out of control. I rise to meet him and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him to kiss me. He’s so deep inside me. This is where he belongs. His hips continue rocking into me at the sweetest pace, and I realize it’s in time to our hearts. And then oblivion takes me, a roaring of blood in my ears in time to our hearts and bodies. I feel Bryn tense and then groan. I feel his heat inside me as he growls and, a few heartbeats later, his weight on top of me.
I pry my eyes open. It feels as if my chest is being pulled towards him. He’s looking at me intently. He tucks my hair behind my ear and tilts his head. “You called me mate,” he whispers.
My eyes search his. “Did I?”
“Oh, a chroí, you were so undone, huh, love? You really needed me, hmm?” He smirks gently.
“I did. Need you...and call you mate.”
He blinks slowly. “How did you figure it out?”
“Ossy. They are taught about mates in his FEC. When he told me the signs, I knew.” My face falls. “I’m sorry, I know you—”
Bryn’s lips hit mine. “Don't be sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you. I should have told you as soon as I knew. I was afraid. You...you’re so strong willed and you’ve been so angry with me....”
I kiss him again, our words tumbling over each other, now that we’ve broken the dam holding us back. “No, you hate Court and now you’re tied and—”
His hands are buried in my hair. “You’re mine, Adelaide. I’ll stay by your side no matter where you choose to be.”
I choke out a sob. “I’m lucky to have you,” and I kiss him again.
“And I, you.” He kisses my forehead and tucks my head under his chin.
We hold each other for a few minutes. I love listening to his heart. However, I know we need to return. “Bryn, I want to stay here forever with you. But we should go back to the castle....”
“Alright, my heart.” And he pulls out of me. I whimper at the loss and he smirks. Bryn scoops me into his arms and walks right through the mirror into my—our—library.
WE SNUGGLE ON THE RUGin front of the fire in the library. The feel of him playing with my curls is enough to make me purr. Like, actually purr, my cat coming through. I’m so relaxed and placid, it’s not super surprising, though it’s been many years since it’s happened. My eyes close and I doze, warm and content.
I awake to Bryn’s soft voice. “Shh, don’t wake her.”
