mythean arcana 06 - master of fate (12 page)

“Doona want? Me, you mean?” He slowly pushed a finger inside her tight channel, reveling in the slickness and the clench of her muscles. She’d feel so divine around his cock that the idea almost made him black out.

“Aye.” Her voice was thin and high from want.

“What do you do? Tell me.”

“I can’t.” Her hips bucked against his hand, forcing his finger to the hilt. She groaned.

“But you like that,” he said.

She nodded and moved her hips. He wanted to hear her tell him what she did to herself. “Tell me, Aurora. Tell me how you touch yourself.”

“I—I do what you’re doing. But your fingers are so much bigger.”

He curled his finger forward and found the sweet pad of flesh that was so rich with pleasure for a woman. He was grateful he was a few years older and had been able to learn these things. In her presence, he couldn’t remember the faces or names of the girls who had taught him, but he used that knowledge. 

When he rubbed and thrust his finger, she cried out and arched her hips against his hand. “More.”

He stifled a groan and withdrew his finger. Her whimper of disappointment turned to a moan when he pushed two inside of her. She was so damn tight that it made his head swim.

“Felix,” she cried against his neck.

He wanted to feel and hear her orgasm, a privilege he hadn’t yet been granted. But first, he wanted to taste her. He withdrew his fingers and stuck them in his mouth, running his tongue over the slick juice that coated them. Her eyes widened as she watched him and she licked her lips. His cocked throbbed, desperate for something it was a long way from earning.

He dipped his fingers back down to her entrance and wetted them again, then raised them to her mouth and pressed them between her lips. He had no idea how she’d react, as he’d never done such a thing before, but when she obeyed and parted her lips, he thrust them slowly into her mouth.

He envisioned thrusting his cock into her mouth as he held her head, feeding it between her plump pink lips as her gaze met his. He wanted her to be his. To own every inch of her.

She sucked on his fingers, her tongue a silken torture that made him imagine it stroking over the head of his cock. He couldn’t keep himself from imagining her on her hands and knees and thrusting into her from behind, holding her shoulders so that she had to take every inch of him, perhaps binding her hands. 

Desperately, he wanted it to be good for her, to do only things she liked. But he also wanted to master her. To hold her down or tie her up as he fucked her and made her scream and come around his cock. He wanted her to want it. Only then could he actually act on these dark desires.

The thought made him thrust his cock against her hip, unable to control his movement. The pleasure of her tongue was too great. He removed his fingers and returned them to her sex, thrusting into the wet heat and watching her mouth form a gasp. 

He rubbed her clitoris with his thumb as she moved her hips against him. She was so wet that her pussy made slick sounds as he thrust his fingers in and out. He all but vibrated with the pleasure of imagining it was his cock.

“Oh gods,” she moaned. The slick muscles of her sex contracted around his fingers and he shuddered with pleasure. 

“I want to be inside of you so badly,” he rasped at her ear, no longer able to hold back the tide of his dark imaginings. “I want to feel your slick pussy around my cock as I thrust inside you.”

She moaned her encouragement, her sheath spasming around his fingers. She liked the things he said. Her orgasm tore the words from his mouth.

“I want to make you mine. I want to taste every inch of your skin and make you come so many times that you’re helpless beneath me. I want to bind you and make you feel things you thought impossible. I want to know the feeling of your mouth and your pussy and your arse. I want you to know you’re mine.”

She bucked beneath him, the words that he was afraid were too dark throwing her over the edge. Her sheath clenched hard as the orgasm wracked her. He shouldn’t have said those things to a virgin, to the woman he thought he might love, but he couldn’t help himself. She’d driven him out of his mind.

But she’d liked it. He could feel and hear how much she liked it as her orgasm faded. Loss gripped him with its retreat.

He kissed her neck, bit her the way she liked, and continued to thrust his fingers and rub her clitoris. Just once more, he wanted to feel the pleasure come over her. To know that he could do that to her.

“Felix!” she gasped.

He continued to stroke her sex until she shuddered and thrust her hips against his hand. This orgasm was stronger than the last, her cries louder in his ears.

He’d developed an addiction. 

Aurora.

Aurora’s body was on fire. Pleasure overwhelmed her in powerful bursts as Felix’s thick fingers thrust inside her sex. He was so much larger than she was. There had been the bite of pain at first, but she’d liked it. She’d been thrilled by the feel of his wide fingers pressing inexorably into her tender flesh. When he thrust, she thought she’d go insane. 

But then he began to speak.

As soon as he said that he wanted to make her his, tie her up and do those things to her, she’d truly lost her mind. She wanted everything he’d spoken of, even though it terrified her. Just the idea of it sent her orgasm spiraling out of control.

When she finally came down from it, he gently withdrew his fingers. She watched through bleary eyes as he pressed them between his beautiful lips and sucked. His silver eyes flashed.

He wanted her. 

“Did you mean those things you said?” she asked, her breath still coming short.

His eyes turned guarded. When he spoke, his voice was careful. “You’re mine, Aurora. My soul knows that. I want to make that true with my body.” He hesitated, worry creasing his brow. His lips tightened, then he spoke. “Aye. I want everything I said. But I want you to want it too. We have long lives. Infinitely long, if we are lucky. I can wait as long as I need until you’re ready. If you never are, that’s fine as well.”

“I want it.” The words rushed out of her. “No’ yet. But I do want it.” 

Pregnancy terrified her—it was why she’d forced herself to wait six months to succumb to even this much pleasure. She couldn’t bear to lose her power, even for just nine months. In a more peaceful time, this would not be a problem. Felix could protect her. But this was not a peaceful time, and Felix was still searching for his brother Malcolm. He left frequently to follow rumors of a lone wulver or the incredible destructive magic that only a warlock was capable of.

“I can wait,” he said. “I’d wait forever for you.”

She leaned up to kiss him. Shifting made her hip press into the hard ridge of his erection. She’d run her hand over it in the past, delighting in the way he’d stiffened and even shuddered. But she’d never seen it nor touched it without a barrier. She’d certainly never given him what he’d just given her.

What he’d given her was so much more intense than anything she could do on her own. Now that she knew what was possible, she wanted to give it back to him. And something he’d said had caught her imagination like none other.

It wasn’t too terrifying, as some of it had been, or too risky.

She reached down to the laces at his breeches and began to untie them.

His hand reached for hers and stilled it. “You doona have to. I meant it when I said I would wait. You’re worth waiting for.”

She pulled her hand from his and said, “I want to. I want to do what you said. I want you to—” She swallowed hard, embarrassment making her cheeks heat. “—I want you to... to know my mouth.”

His gaze flashed fire and burnt away her embarrassment. “Gods, Aurora, aye.”

She swallowed hard. “Have you done that before? With other girls?” He’d be her first. She doubted she was his, but she had to know, even though part of her didn’t want to.

His gaze clouded. “I’ve been with other girls. Lain with them in the traditional fashion. None that I truly cared for, as I care for you. I canna even remember them.” His voice was husky with ferocity, honesty blazing in his eyes. “But I’ve never done what you want to do. It’s no’... very common. The things I want to do to you, I’ve never wanted to do to anyone else. They’re dark desires. Maybe even wrong. But I want every part of you.”

Her sex clenched at his words even as fear shivered over her skin. She’d never even heard of the things he wanted to do.

His gaze softened, though the heat remained. As though he saw her fear. “But I meant it when I said I would wait. I waited for this and have been rewarded beyond my wildest imaginations.”

He was right. He’d waited, never pressing her. She’d always made the first move. Her Felix was patient. She leaned up and kissed his mouth. He loomed above her, his size making her feel tiny and helpless. How helpless would she feel if this huge man bound her? The thought made fresh wetness coat her thighs. She would find out eventually.

“I think your patience should be rewarded,” she said. She pushed at his huge shoulders and he obeyed her command, rolling onto his back. 

“You’re going to...?” His words trailed off as though he didn’t want to make demands.

“Take you in my mouth.”

He swallowed hard. “On the stairs, then.”

They moved the short distance to the huge stairs that led to the top of the temple. Each was at least two feet tall. He sat on one and leaned back against the step behind him.

She climbed atop him and straddled him. It was like scaling a mountain, he was so large. His cock lodged between her thighs, thick and long. Nerves fluttered in her belly. To calm them, she started slowly, kissing the side of his neck.

He kept his arms stiff at his sides. Her Felix was so aware of his strength in comparison to hers. Her magic could lay him on his arse, but when they were like this, his size could be dangerous. She’d noticed that whenever they tried something new, he always proceeded cautiously so as not to hurt or frighten her. She’d noticed it, which had made the admission of his dark desires that much easier to take.

And truthfully, she wanted what he wanted. She wanted it all—every forbidden thing he’d mentioned. The idea heated her blood and drove her body down his. The stone of the temple bit into her knees as she untied the laces at his waist.

They parted beneath her fingers so easily, stretching taut over the thick rod that pressed up through the gap. The leather straps cut across the pale skin that flushed with red. Veins climbed the shaft, giving it a mean, hard look that made her rub her thighs together. The head flared at the top, a gleaming, burnished red that made her mouth water.

She ran a finger over the laces, delighting in the rough leather contrasting with the smooth, warm skin of his shaft. His hips jerked just slightly and he sucked in a ragged breath.

She caught sight of his hands, clenched into fists at his sides. He probably didn’t want to frighten her. But he’d told her all the places on her body that he wanted to put the great tool between his legs. She was already
a little frightened. And she liked it.

“Tell me what to do,” she said, recalling his commanding voice as he’d told her before.

“Free my cock.” His voice was strained with pleasure but hard with command. She shivered.

She pulled down his breeches. He lifted his hips to help and they slid down to mid-thigh. She glanced up at his shaft, now free of its bindings, and swallowed hard.

“Show me what to do,” she said. “Use your hands.” If him telling her made her shiver, his guiding her could only be better. 

Immediately, but with controlled precision, he pulled up his shirt to reveal a ridged abdomen, then fisted his cock in one hand and cupped the back of her head with the other. The sight of his strong fist clenched around his hard shaft made her mouth water, but it was the feel of his hand pressing on the back of her head that made her shudder with want. He said he’d never done this before, but as soon as she gave permission, he took control with authority. He’d just been waiting for her to verbalize it. 

It put her at ease even as the thick shaft in front of her face made her flutter with nerves. He pressed her toward the gleaming head and tilted it toward her.

“Put it in your mouth.” His voice was rough with want.

She licked her lips and opened them to accept what he offered. Her breath puffed on the gleaming tip and his fist clenched in her hair, a slight pain that mirrored that of her knees and she loved it. A gleaming pearl of fluid formed at the tiny hole and she reached out with her tongue to swipe it away.

“Gods,” he rasped as his stomach muscles contracted.

She enveloped the head in her mouth, reveling in the heat and salty taste. His hand tightened further in her hair as he pressed her mouth down on his shaft. She could choke on him. It stretched her mouth wide, but he didn’t go deep. Instead, he set a shallow, gentle rhythm that didn’t touch the tender back of her throat. 

“You look so damned beautiful,” he said. His voice was as rough as the stone at her knees.

She lifted her gaze to meet his. His silver eyes flashed down at her, lust tightening his features as he pressed on her head. As much as she loved the feel of him guiding her, she wanted control now. She tapped his hand at the back of her head. He quickly removed it and gripped the edge of the stone stair, his knuckles standing out white.