Page 35 of Vicious Fates and Vast Futures
“Nairna, you are mine, just as Ossy and Adi are. I’m not sure if it was our shared near-death experience or Adi’s magic or the hand of the Goddess, but nonetheless, weallhave mate bonds; our auras areallinterwoven. It’s true we haven’t had much time together. But please, don’t doubt us.”
I nod as his hand plays with the end of my braid, much as Ossy had just been doing. Bryn’s eyes are locked to mine. He rolls on top of me and his mouth goes directly to my neck, which he licks and nips until I’m sighing. Only then does he take my mouth, slowly, sweetly. I feel his hand on my braid again and a gentle tug. I look to see that he’s taken the tie out of it. He leans back on his knees and carefully unbraids my hair. I lie silently, taking in his chiseled face. He’s fully absorbed in what he’s doing, so I can stare to my heart’s content. His face, even relaxed, has a bit of a smirk to it and it’s pretty adorable. His dark-brown curls fall to one side and I reach up to play with them. His honey eyes flick to me, and a hint of smile tugs at his mouth as he spreads out my loose hair.
“It’s gorgeous, En. And so soft. You should leave it down more.”
I smile but he doesn’t wait for a response. He simply goes back to kissing me. His lips and tongue are expert and soon I’m aching for more. My arms are wrapped around his neck and he reaches one hand up to take my wrist. He brings it slowly to the bed over our heads then reaches back for my other hand, all without breaking our kiss. When he has both my wrists gentlytrapped under one of his hands, he slides down and starts to nip and suck my nipples through my tank top.
“Oh fuck, En,” he groans in a way that goes right to my core. “I love that your tits are free under your shirt.” He rubs his face against them, cat-like, before he returns to sucking and teasing. I feel the fabric getting wetter and wetter as I start to thrash and squirm. If I don’t have his mouth on my skin soon, I’m going to lose my mind.
It’s obvious he’s in no hurry, though. After teasing me some more, he slips back up my body to kiss my neck and throat again. I’m rocking my hips, trying to get some pressure, all the while his hand holds me in place.
He chuckles, noticing my movements, and lies next to me, hand still on my wrists. He lets his other hand skim over my body, pinching and pulling my nipples, his fingers touching the bare skin just between my tank top and pajama pants. He acts as though he has nowhere to be, nothing he’d rather be doing than teasing me into insanity.
I lie there, enjoying his touch, though I can’t stop squirming and making needy sounds. Time passes and when he shows no sign of taking things further, I finally snap. “Fuck, Bryn.Please, I need you.”
He growls and rolls us so I’m on top, straddling his thighs, my eyes locked on the outline of his rock-hard cock through his grey sweatpants. He’s obviously not wearing underwear, and I have to restrain myself from grabbing his dick and pulling it out right this very fucking second.
“What do you want, Nairna?” His eyes are soft and his hand strokes back my hair before settling on my hips.
I think for a moment, head cocked, trying to decide if we’re playing a game.
He seems to sense it. “Just tell me. What do you need?”
I take a deep breath, teased beyond belief. “You’ve worked me up. I need to come. I don’t really care how.”
He grins. “Oh, perfect.” He quickly shifts me until I’m straddling only one of his legs. His hands rock my hips, my pajamas still completely on, but my clit rubbing hard against his thigh.
“Take your pleasure, pup. Use my body. Ride my leg until you soak your panties for me.”
I groan at his hot words and let his hands guide me. But soon, I’m riding him hard on my own and panting.
“That’s it. So good, love. Come for me.”
His gaze is hooded and I’m so close, but I am downright aching to touch him. I lunge into his sweatpants and I wrap my hand around his cock, thumbing his foreskin all the way down as I stroke him, then tucking my arm against my body so my thrusting hips are doing the work of the hand job.
“Oh,fuck, pup.” His voice is low with need. “You want me to come in my pants like a schoolboy?”
“Fuck yes,” I gasp, pressing down on his thigh hard.
He groans, hips flexing up. “Anything for you, En,” and his gorgeous eyes flicker closed just as I start to come.
My orgasm rolls through me slowly, deeply. My toes curl as my calves tighten and I rub my clit frantically against his leg. I feel his cock pulse as he growls. Suddenly his warm seed is on my hand, dripping onto him. My body slowly relaxes even though I keep riding him, my arm tight to my side for the thrusting motion, milking out the last of his cum. I roll my thumb over the top of his sensitive head and he makes a strangled noise, his hand reaching to grab mine, but I get another stroke, and heavy groan, out of him before his hand closes over mine. I’m feeling inordinately pleased with myself.
I pull my hand out and wipe my palm on his sweatpants before rolling off him. I snuggle under the covers and rub myface on a pillow. “Cuddle with me when you’ve cleaned up?” I ask, the sass loud and clear in my voice.
Bryn groans again before rolling out of bed and heading to the bathroom. I hear him mumbling, something about spanking my grey ass a nice shade of pink. I grin and snuggle down into his bed, surrounded by his scent, and I wait for his body to curl around mine.
