Page 23 of Vicious Fates and Vast Futures
I groan again, but this time at his words.
“Good boy. I feel you opening to me. Deep breath.”
And then my love, my mate, my captain, slips the rest of the way into my body. Our bodies press tight to each other. He leans down and kisses me like he will never get enough.
He starts to take me hard, breaking our kiss to lean farther back onto his knees. His hips slap against the back of my thighs. He leans in over me, and his fingers dig into my legs as his breathing comes faster. The wet slide of his cock in and out ofme is almost enough to push me over the edge. I moan, unable to stay quiet.
When I can tell he’s close, I reach down and wrap my hand around my aching cock. But before I can stroke myself, he swats my hand away.
“You’ll come from my cock in your perfect ass or not at all, love,” he grits out, still fucking me like it’s his only goal in life.
I gasp and groan at the same time. My eyes close as he pounds me faster, and I know he’s almost there. I also know from our punishments of Adelaide that he’ll unquestionably leave me hard and dripping if I don’t follow his orders.
“I’m going to shoot my cum up your ass, Osmund. Do you like the thought of that? Do you want to be full of me when we return to our ladies?”
Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m so turned on. I want to obey. I want to come for him. My body rises to meet his every thrust.
“Fuck!” he curses as he tips over the edge and presses his hands down hard on my hip bones. His next thrust hits just where I need it and I squirt suddenly, yelling, as he comes inside me. My eyes are clenched shut from the force of my orgasm. I feel my seed on my stomach, wet between our bodies.
As my breathing eases, Bryn slows his body but doesn’t stop stroking inside me. He leans back and his hand wraps around my softening cock. “Ever had an orgasm without your cock played with or buried in someone?” he asks in a quiet, gentle voice.
I can’t manage to open my eyes. My entire body is lax. “No, metamour.”
I feel him gently towel off my stomach. “Good,” he growls. “You come on my dick only, Osmund. Fuck Adi and En sensless with that huge cock of yours and come for them, butthisis how you finish for me.” He pulls his cock out of me and I shiver at the sensation. And then he kisses me as he lays on top of me, armsgoing around my neck, and we roll together into a comfortable position and slip into sleep almost immediately.
Nairna
ADI AND I ARE AT HERfavorite pub, having a drink. Fae crowd the place, but she only has eyes for me as we sit at the bar. She ordered some ridiculously heavy stout that the bartender places in front of her while I sip an IPA.
“Dark like your heart, birdie?” I ask as she licks the foam from her lip. I smile and lean in, letting my tongue run over her top lip slowly, getting the last of it.
She grins and my focus whittles down to her. The sassy rise of her eyebrow, the curls slipping over her shoulder, the tiny Priestess tattoo on her forehead that I’ve been asking her to let show more. Goddess, I’m totally smitten. I thought I was such a hard-ass, a cold-hearted bitch, but this little nymph has slipped past all my defenses.
“Believe it or not, I wanted to get a beer with you for reasons other than public groping.” She smirks.
“Mm, maybe just a little public groping? For fun?”
She snorts and it makes me grin. Her body closes in and her lips touch mine, cool tongue slipping into my mouth as I make a sound low in my throat. As she pulls away, I feel her put up a confusion spell to keep our discussion private.
“Want to use my glamour skill for a ‘meet a stranger at a bar and take them home’ game?” I tease a bit more. My magical strength is in glamour, cloaking. I’m very, very good at it.
Her eyes widen. “Wow. That’s an expected bonus of being mated to you. Variety when wanted.” She smirks and leans in to trace her fingers down my neck. “I like you like this, love.”
My heart warms and tears prick my eyes. I capture her hand and bring it to my mouth for a kiss.
She smiles sweetly before her face settles back to serious. “It’s about Barclay.”
I tilt my head. Not what I expected.
“What about him?” I ask as I cross my legs under the bar.
Adi sighs. “How well do you know him? Know his intentions?”
I shrug. “As well as any sergeant knows her commander. He was fair, a strong leader who always led from the front. He didn’t hesitate to get his hands dirty.” I think back on my years in his Guard. “He didn’t take kindly to outright cruelty. And yet, he had plenty of indentured servants in the guard and in his household. He had a tendency to do whatever it took.”
“Would you say he fought dirty, or that he was merely doing what was needed to do what he thought was right?” she asks, and I catch a sad edge to her tone.
I watch Adi as I ponder that question. I’m curious as to her line of thinking but she’ll either reveal it or not. She tosses her hair back as if it’s annoying her. I can feel her anxiety shimmering across the bond that we have locked down to a tiny thread. Oblivious to our public location, I lean over and gather the mass of her curls over her shoulder and start to fishtail braid it. I skootch forwards, my legs framing hers.
