Wordless: new adult paranormal romance (Age of Blood Book 1) (10 page)

One look around revealed that the room had never been cleaner – he barely recognised it without his mess scattered everywhere. He didn't pay much attention to it as there, right in the middle of his bed, was a little pixie fast asleep under his plush covers.

William got rid of his pants, discarding the shreds of the shirt his wings had destroyed when they burst out, and joined her there.

She shifted in her sleep right away, moving to tuck herself against him, as though they’d done it a thousand times before.

She fit perfectly against him.

Ten

There were various reasons why Fay was absolutely positive she wasn’t dreaming.

First, William was snoring. She was pretty sure the object of her fantasies would have been silent. Secondly, she didn’t have the creativity to imagine something as enticing as his scent; on the jacket she’d borrowed the first day, or his sheets, it had been delightful, but faint. Smelling it on his skin was enough to make her dizzy. But the main reason why she really was certain she wasn’t dreaming was because if she had been, the hard cock trying to break free from his thin boxers would already be deep inside her.

“I can feel you staring at me,” he grumbled grumpily, without moving anything but his kissable lips.

How embarrassing. She moved to give him some room in his own bed, wondering if he’d been upset to see her here whenever he’d made it back.

She was pretty sure his offer to stay up here had been a one-time thing, but after one nightmare free, completely peaceful night, she hadn’t had the heart to go back down to her room.

She’d spent hours tidying up the entire room and the absolutely disgusting bathroom, too, hoping he’d accept it as a bribe; she had a whole speech worked out. It went along the line of “please, please, please, let me stay, just when you’re away.”

She’d managed to move one foot away when his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back where she’d been.

She winced, and immediately, William opened his eyes, focused.

Seeing the large bandage under her sport bra, he cursed an apology.

“Shit. I completely forgot.”

“No worries.”

“Can I see?”

She nodded, trying and failing to keep the blushing to a minimum. She wasn’t sure how he’d interpret the fact that she’d gone and tattooed a dragon saving a phoenix on most of her skin.

Carefully, he pulled the tape off her tattoo, trying to peek at it through a small opening.

After a minute, he paused.

“I’ll wrap you up again,” he promised, his voice lower, softer than usual.

Tenderly, he pulled her on top of him, sitting her against his dick and facing away from him.

Did he want her to become completely insane? Then, as though everything in the world was just normal, he removed the bandage, taking his time, caressing her skin.

The air felt cool against her blue, purple, and yellow skin, while the rest of her body might as well have been on fire.

“Beautiful,” William said, making her tingle all over when his fingers pushed her PJ shorts to see the tip of the phoenix’s tail.

“Turn this way, little pixie.”

She swallowed hard, praying that her face wouldn’t betray her, and obeyed.

He sat up until they were face to face, so close she could feel the air he breathed out.

“I used to think you weren’t one to talk,” he whispered to her ear. “I was wrong. You came to my bed and you’ve branded me on your skin. That was you saying
yes, please.
”

Oh god. His teeth bit her earlobe, sharp, but not enough to draw blood.

“Who knew the most enticing thing I’d ever heard was silence. There’s nothing but the burn of your skin against mine, and the tantalizing smell of your damn cunt.”

She gasped when he nuzzled her neck, trailing kisses at its nape.

“There’s a law about this. A law that say you need to speak and tell me
yes
right now. I’m going to ignore it, so I want you to remember that this was your choice. Leave now. I won’t stop you. This penthouse is to be your home for as long as you want it to be regardless of whether you walk downstairs or stay by my side until the end of time.”

Stay,
she wanted to say.
I want to stay as long as you want me.

But she couldn’t; he was right. Try as she might, she just couldn’t enunciate what she wanted, so she told him the best she could – wordlessly.

She didn’t think, just burying her face on his chest, and finding his nipple right in front of her, she bit down softly, and sucked it between her teeth.

William pulled her from him, holding her at arm’s length and looking at her, shock evident in his feature.

“You need to understand,” he articulated clearly. “I am as civilized as my kind can be, but bite me, and I’m going to fuck you into next week.”

Oh
.

She pondered upon the matter, and pushed up on her legs to reach his mouth, pressing her lips against his. He buried his hand through her hair as he deepened their rough, raw, passionate kiss.

Then, she bit down harder.

William was desperate. He’d tried very, very hard to remember that his woman was a virgin, and that he ought to take things slow with her. The caveman he’d turned into wanted to thump his chest and grunt
mine.

His, just his.

He managed to free himself from the beguiling kiss that would end things too quick if he let it linger – for her, rather than him. He would have been satisfied by just throwing her on her back and screwing her until his balls stopped torturing him, but he wanted this night to be hers.

To give her a taste of her own medicine, he went for her breast, caressing one, enchanted by the firm handful which fitted perfectly in his palm, while his lips captured the nipple of the second one. He relished in her every moan, and the heat of her sex above his drove him to distraction.

He knew she was already as ready as she could be, it wasn’t about getting her wet. He wanted her to
crave
him like he did her
.

By the sound of it, she was already halfway there at least.

“Now, my sweet little pixie, don’t we like it when the tables are turned?”

She was so responsive, her body already writhing under his touch. Careful to avoid her sore back, he ran his fingers along her skin, driving her mad when they passed from her hips to her thighs without lingering where she wanted him most.

Not yet.

“My name is
Fay,
dammit
.
”

She sounded angry, which was hilarious.

“Of course,
pixie.
”

Freeing his cock from his boxers worked wonders: she shut up and gawked at it, probably doing the math and estimating that it might very well split her in two.

He wasn’t a little boy down there.

She swallowed and bit her lip. Damn, how fucking sweet could she get?

“There, baby. Feel me. Get used to me.”

She wrapped her hand around him and pumped his length once. Shit. He could already feel his balls tightening, dammit.

Encouraged by his wince, the damn girl plunged on him without warning, and wrapped her delightfully plump lips around the tip of his dick.

Two minutes. He came in two minutes, as his cock hit the back of her throat. She’d known how to squeeze her mouth around him so perfectly well, reminding him that she’d been trained against her wishes by an asshole who wasn’t even paying for it right now.

That made him mad. He wanted to hit something, which was why he should have stopped what they were doing right away; his recent orgasm would have been the perfect excuse, he could have pretended to need a breather.

But he needed to remind her – and himself – that she was
his
.

“Come here, little pixie. I want to taste you on my tongue right now.”

She giggled as he pulled her hips to his face, until he showed her that there was
nothing
humorous about the situation; he pushed the small shorts asides and sucked on her clit until she screamed, dipping his finger inside her, curving it just right and when her breathing started to hitch, he stopped.

She stopped laughing pretty damn quick.

“Dammit, William!” she screeched the third time he interrupted an impending orgasm.

He pushed her hips back on his crotch, before sitting back up, and swallowing her mouth, making her taste her own salty sweetness.

“Has anyone else ever made you feel this way, Fay Turner? Like you’d do anything to come.”

He had two fingers inside her, one against her clit, but he knew she wanted more – so did he.

“No response? Perhaps I should stop, then.”

“No! Please…”

“Please what?”

Oh, her eyes; they were blazing, full of need.

“Please make me come, William. I need you.”

“There. Looks like the girl can talk after all.”

To show her that no good deed went unrewarded, he aligned his cock with her and thrust home in one deep, quick, wet plunge.

Oh, hell.

He stilled and breathed in, ignoring the untold hunger that the smell of her blood coaxed, making him desperate to own her in every way.

He was determined to stay in place until she adjusted to his girth, but she thought it necessary to rock her hips, completely shattering his plan.

Stupid plan anyway.

“You feel so damn good, sweetheart,” he sighed against her skin. “So tight. So right. How do you like me inside you?”

“William!”

“Yes, me. Take all of me.”

And damn, that virgin was practically fitting all of his nine inches deep up her fucking amazing pussy, taking more with each thrust, as though she was made just for him.

Just him. He felt something he’d never thought possible; an unnatural possessiveness that wasn’t just about the ownership of her heart and mind.

Ours. Our mate.

He didn’t want to share her. Not now, not ever. Dammit, they could live on rats for all he cared. There would be no man or woman between them.

Nothing between them.

“I’m not wearing a condom,” he mused, with a certain amusement.

He had been cursed, he was sure of it now. The moment he’d been told he was fertile, he’d started wearing weird skin sheaths and ensure his partners were also full of sponges. He hadn’t wanted a child – if memory served, he might have said that
never in a million year would he bring an innocent to this screwed up world,
yet here he was, unsheathed, screwing his woman and getting off like crazy because they might be making a baby.

“I have an implant,” she replied, still meeting his hips.

Of course she did; women with a blood that smelt like
that
couldn’t afford to have periods on a monthly basis. The dragon in him growled, displeased.

They’d remove it. Soon.

Yes. We’ll make a little drake.
The dragon was pleased.

William had never seen it, the only physical glimpse he'd ever been granted had been his large, dark wings but now, in his mind, he visualised the creature quite clearly. Black as night, large and deadly. His drake was fully mature, and it wanted him to coat Fay’s inside with their seed – just as soon as she came around him.

Feeling that he wouldn’t last long, he turned her around and pushed his hips until she was on her hands and knees.

She was a wondrous lover, but an inexperienced one nonetheless. That meant
he
was having a ball – but for her to enjoy it, he needed her to let go and leave him in control.

Oh god. That ass…

“Fay, darling?”

“Mhh?”

“I apologize in advance. You’re gonna be sore.”