Page 16 of Truth
I leaned forward, my nose brushing against her cheek as I sought to bury my face in the crook of her neck. “Proceed.”
“I dipped my cookie for a second too long in your coffee.”
I pulled back; fake astonishment plastered on my face. “How could you?”
Her shoulders lifted slightly before they fell. “Mistakes were made. You’re right, you know, it has to be five seconds. I made it too soggy.”
“I’m shocked that you felt the need to question my authority.” I teased.
Her blue eyes burned into me as she swept her hair to one side, and when she looked at me like that, when she stared at me with hidden amusement, all I could think about was our first time alone and having her next to me in my coffee shop. Her mockery of me filled my insides with warmth. Just the thought now, as we returned to our banter, had me fighting not to rub my chest in that spot right over my heart.
“Do people not question your authority?” She asked genuinely.
God, she looked like a goddess the way the water fell behind her, with droplets gathering like dew in her hair. “Only the people in this house, apparently.”
Her hand flattened on my stomach, before slowly trailing down, teasing a trail down to my cock. My breath froze in my throat, my body so still I could be mistaken for a statue as her fingertips danced over my skin. Every place she touched seemed to leave the most sensual feeling of ice against my skin, which was impossible when her skin was so fucking warm under my touch. Without warning, she dropped to her knees in front of me, the most devilish of smirks flitted on her lips.
“Mr. Alright?”
I swallowed hard, forcing a sound from my throat, “Hum?”
“It’s been a long while since I was here. I seem to have forgotten that you are-“ She paused for dramatic effect, “Well equipped.”
I wish I had some witty reply, but if I did, the words would have never been given a chance to leave my mouth. They would have been blocked by the strangled moan that escaped when Liberty’s plush lips wrapped around my dick, and her velvety mouth sucked me in. Blankness instantly crept around the corner of my vision from the bliss of it, but I refused to cave to the euphoria threatening to pull me under.
My fingers found her hair, and I wound the raven strands tightly in my fist as her tongue ran against the underside of my cock, sending shivers up my spine and causing my balls to tighten. Fuck, she was amazing. Her mouth felt like it was meant to be on me. Each pull back, and push forward, had my eyes rolling back and my breath hitching. Each swirl of her tongue sending sparks up my spine. Each scrape of her teeth making my knees weak, threatening to buckle under ecstasy the tiny sparks of pain she caused.
I tightened my grip, pulling her hair hard enough that it forced her to look at me. Tears ran down her cheek as she struggled with my cock in her mouth, her big blue eyes locked on my own as her cheeks expanded with each thrust of my hip. I hadn’t meant to take control, but I couldn’t stop it now. Not when her nails were digging into my thighs, leaving crescents as she struggled to breathe under my assault.
I looped her hair tighter in my hand before pulling her off my cock. I pulled upward, forcing her to stand before releasing the strands and pushed her against the wall. Her back hit the cool tile, and she gasped. I captured the sound in my mouth, devouring it and letting it mix with my own.
Behind her, my fingers found the knob and turned, letting the water cease before my hands traveled down her body to her thighs, where I hitched her up against me, letting her legs wind around my hips. I carried her out of the shower stall, only making it as far as the sink before dropping her on the ledge and crowding my body between her thighs.
Her thighs squeezing around my body were as close to heaven as I would ever get, and I couldn’t say that fact saddened me. If I got staked right now, with the tip of my cock stroking her slit, I couldn’t think of a better way to go.
She let her body fall forwards. A whimper escaped her lips as she wiggled closer, trying to control where I stroked. I wish I was a stronger man, but it had been a shit week. To deny her of the very thing I craved the most, well, it would be fucking impossible. So, I let her. I let her align her body up with mine and when the very tip of my cock was cradled in her warmth, I surged forward, sheathing myself with her body.
Her nails dug into my back, the bites of pain a perfect juxtapose with the pleasure. I pulled my hips back, nearly having to grit my teeth to keep my composure, before pushing back in again. The more we moved, the more frantic I became, the more I lost control, the more I let my need for her consume me.
Her teeth scraped against my chest, right over my heart, and the action had my cock pulsing inside of her. “Do it.”
It was an order. A beg. A plead. I would give anything to feel her drink directly from the heart she fueled. Hand her over the last shreds of my soul to feel her incisors pierce my skin. Push a silver tipped dagger through my own body to feel her pull at my blood.
She licked the skin before placing a kiss on it. Her eyes searching my own, reading into the depth without uttering a single word, and I hoped she could read every word my mind could transcribe. Feel every emotion behind my gaze. Her lashes fell to her cheeks as she shut her eyes briefly. When she opened them, her incisors were elongated. She ran her tongue over the tops, taunting me, teasing me.
Did she know what she did to me? Could she tell that just the sight of her little pink tongue caressing her fang made me nearly come on the spot?
She leaned forward, offering my skin another kiss before she sharply pierced my skin. My orgasm hit me instantly, starting at the base of my spine and up my back, spreading through my limbs until my cock was pulsing and emptying inside of her while she moaned in pleasure as her body squeezed and pulled me deeper inside.
When our orgasms ebbed, she licked at my wound, closing the bite before falling limply against me, our chest heaving in unison. “That was- “
I began to speak, when a loud knock pounded on the bathroom door. I turned toward the open doorway, spying her ogre standing there. I froze, unsure what to do. Do I cover her? Cover myself? Tell him to leave? This whole multiple mates thing was out of my league.
Still, he stood there, not looking a bit uncomfortable as he waited for a response. She cleared her throat, “Do you need something?”
Her voice was hoarse, probably from her screams of pleasure. I felt smug at the thought of that. My mind instantly wondering how the others, especially the wolf, felt knowing it was me who tore the sound from her throat.
The ogre, still looking unphased announced, “There is a being on the perimeter. I suspect she is looking for you.”