Page 171 of Beneath a Shattered Sky
I nod, eyes still burning.
“I love you too.” He takes a deep breath. “I need you to know that, because I think I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”
His hands fist in my hair, tugging the strands roughly as he urges my mouth against his and claims my lips. It’s the most frenzied kiss full of scraping teeth and unhidden need. His forked tongue flicks out, tasting me, and he moans.
“Drystan isn’t here,” he groans against my lips. “Lore won’t stop me.”
“I don’t mind.” I flow easily down his body, allowing his desperate hands to manipulate me until I’m eye level with the angry purple head of his cock. “I have my safe word. Lore is right outside.”
“And definitely not listening to every sexy little sound,” the redcap pipes up, and I feel Bree tense.
Stroking his thighs soothingly, I open my mouth, but don’t move to suck him down. I don’t trust myself not to do anything that might pressure him. He needs to feel in control, and that’s what I’ll give him.
So when his hands in my hair urge me forward, I wrap my lips around the velvety skin of his shaft and lave the head of his cock with my tongue. He uses me rhythmically, setting the pace, supporting the weight of my skull as he dictates everything, including the depth. He reaches the back of my mouth, testing my gag reflex as I breathe through my nose and will myself to allow him to push deep.
“Suck,” he hisses. “Goddess. Look at me.”
His cat ears are flat against his skull, and it might be my imagination, but I’m pretty sure his eyes are clearer than they were a second ago.
“Don’t stop looking at me.” He thrusts again, hips bucking like he can’t help himself. “Please. I need your eyes.”
I blink away tears, watching him eagerly as he owns my mouth like he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. He tugs my hair, and somehow the delicious sting lures me into relaxing more, allowing his possession.
Despite the roughness, liquid heat is expanding in my core. My arousal is so sharp it hurts, but I try to shove it aside and focus on him. This isn’t about me, even if I am enjoying it.
Perhaps I’ve been conditioned to love anything my Guard does to me. Maybe I was born this way. Right now, I don’t care. I brace my hands on the tattooed skin of his thighs and use my tongue to caress every part of him I can reach.
Saliva pools and leaks from the corners of my mouth. My lips do nothing to quell it, making slick noises as Bree’s thrusts slowly lose their rhythm, becoming erratic.
Then it’s over. He holds himself so deep that my nose is pressed to his lower abdomen, filling my nostrils with his smoke-twisted honey scent as he empties himself down my throat. His cock jerks and his breath rushes out of him in a long hiss that makes me want to preen.
His grip on my hair slackens, letting me pull back. Then he’s tugging me back up again, pupils still massively dilated as he searches my face for something he’s not going to find.
“Are you okay?” we ask at the same time.
“Is it my turn yet?” Lore whines from outside.
Bree shocks me when he turns to look at the door and snaps, “No.”
“I’m fine,” I promise, daring to reach forward and press a kiss to the tip of his valravn’s beak, where it caresses the lobe of his ear. “How are you feeling? Has it… did it work?”
His skin is still flushed and warmer than a furnace, but he’s stopped shaking. A reprieve then?
Bree looks down between us at the erection that, I only now realise, never went away, then back up at me sheepishly. “I feel better, but…”
“It’s not over,” I finish for him, pressing another kiss to his jaw before I back off. “I’m sorry you got caught up in this, but I loved everything you did to me.”
“It was my honour to spare you this,” he replies, pushing up to his elbows and leaning over me. “But before it gets bad again, I have to taste you.”
I fall onto my back, smiling, and open my legs in invitation.
Lore mutters something from the other side of the door that sounds suspiciously like, “Just fuck already before my cock falls off.”
Bree ignores him, taking his time kissing slowly down my sternum, allowing that talented forked tongue to snake out and tickle the heavy, aching flesh of my breasts. Every kiss, lick, and scrape of teeth stokes the coiling need that I was so desperately ignoring earlier, and I bite the inside of my cheeks as I try not to beg him.
“I love you,” Bree whispers against the skin of my navel. “I’m doing everything I can to become worthy of you.”
“Then lick me,” I challenge.
