33. AMBROSE

33

AMbrOSE

THE CAVE, NEVERMORE

" H ow?" I growled, my hand making the slow ascent up her back to grip her hair. I wrapped my fingers around her curls and pulled, tilting her head back far enough to give myself access to her neck.

"How?" Lonnie echoed, her voice high and breathy.

I trailed my tongue slowly over her skin, tasting her, drawing a path from her collar bone up to swirl my tongue around her ear before leaning in to whisper. "How were you going to let me fuck you?"

Her eyes widened, and she dragged her tongue slowly over her bottom lip. "You tell me."

"Were you going to let me take you?" I asked. "Could I use you however I wanted? Would you let me split your pretty legs open and own your perfect cunt however I liked?"

"Yes," she gasped.

Good.

I pushed her still further, reaching down to draw my fingers through her folds. She was wet and ready, practically melting on my fingers. I wanted to taste her, to suck her off my fingers then feast on her cunt until she was crying. First though, I was going to make her wait. I wanted her to beg me to let her come. Beg me to fuck her, and when I finally did I wanted it to imprint on her very being so she was irreversibly changed.

I pulled my fingers out of her cunt and offered them to her lips. "Suck," I commanded. She seemed surprised, but eagerly complied. It reminded me of how willing she had been back in Underneath, the one time I let myself give in to my desires for her. But now, as I watched her obediently suck on my fingers with hooded eyes, I couldn't help the stirring in my pants. She was such a contradiction - stubborn and defiant during the day, but perfectly submissive in bed.

"That's enough," I said, pulling my hand away from her mouth. Pinching her nipples hard enough to make her yelp, I sat back down on the cloak spread out on the floor. Despite the cold, I spread my legs wide and pulled her onto my lap. She straddled me and began grinding down on my already painful cock.

Placing one hand on her back and using the other to push away strands of hair from her face, I warned her to be careful. But she couldn't resist rolling her hips again, making me hiss in desire. It would have been easier to tease her if we were both dressed, but as it was, she was only one movement away from impaling herself on me.

"I'll fuck you when I'm ready," I told her. "Be patient." She pouted and rolled her hips again, almost letting the head of my cock slide inside her.

But before that could happen, I grabbed fistfuls of her ass and redirected her movements, leaning forward to take her nipples into my mouth instead. She moaned and arched into me as I trailed kisses up her neck and found her lips with mine.

Unable to resist any longer, I kissed her slowly, savoring every moment of finally having this woman in my arms after years of wanting her. Lost in our passion, I didn't stop her when she shifted forward and the head of my cock slid into her wetness. She was so ready for me, making it almost too easy.

"Well," she breathed, no longer moving her hips. "Are you going to fuck me now?"

I stayed still, barely inside her, fighting the urge to thrust forward and finish this. I wanted to take my time with her, make this moment last after waiting for so long.

"Not yet, love," I said, lifting her off of me and laying her on her back. With her legs spread open on either side of my knees, I could tell she knew exactly where this was going and couldn't wait any longer.

Leaning down, I pushed her legs wider and fastened my mouth over her cunt. She closed her eyes as if in pain, but let out a soft breath as I slowly licked up and down, driving her wild with desire. Moving to her clit, I sucked lightly and teased until she couldn't control her moans and whimpers anymore.

She rested her feet on my shoulders as I continued to pleasure her, lost in the taste and feel of her after years of only imagining what it would be like.

She made a sound between pleasure and frustration, and tried to lift her hips. I placed a hand flat on her stomach, exactly where she had been injured only hours before, and shoved her back down.

I sat up so I could watch her face, replacing my lips with my fingers. I rolled her clit between my thumb and forefinger, then shoved another finger inside of her. Then two.

"Oh, Gods," she moaned. "Please."

"What do you want, love?"

I expected her to say she wanted to come or for me to fuck her. But instead she said "Everything."

My eyes widened.

I didn't know why I liked that answer or even what she meant, but I decided to give it to her anyway.

Still alternating between thrusting my fingers inside of her and rubbing little circles on her clit, I bent my head to press a kiss to the inside of her inner thigh.

She didn't even seem to notice at first, but when I dragged my teeth over that spot, she paid attention.

"What were you doing?" she moaned, her breathing uneven again. I could tell she was close.

"What would you have done if I marked you there?" I licked the skin of her thigh again to illustrate my point.

She didn't say anything, just kept writhing against my hand.

I pulled my fingers back until she looked at me, clearly rebellious.

"What would you have said if I marked you there?" I asked again.

"That you might as well have written your name on my cunt."

I smirked. She shouldn't have given me any ideas.

Leisurely, I went back to stroking her, wanting her wound up and ready again before deciding where to brand her.

"I want you on your hands and knees," I told her.

She looked at me as if contemplating an argument, but wisely stayed silent. Scrambling up, she knelt on all fours in front of me.

Kneeling behind her, I pressed my face against her cunt from behind, lapping at her already sensitive core.

She yelped and tried to stand up. With one hand, I pushed her back down. "What did I just tell you, love?"

"But—" she didn't even seem to know what to complain about.

I laughed and dragged my tongue from her clit all the way up to her ass.

"Are you going to let me fuck you here?" I asked her, pressing the tip of my finger against that most sensitive area.

I could tell by her silence that her eyes had widened.

I smacked her ass, just to get her attention back on me. I kept lapping at her and finally she answered with a low moan of pleasure. "I don't know."

"You should probably get used to it," I told her semi-seriously.

"Why?"

"You have three mates, love."

She didn't seem to know what to say to that, so I took pity on her. Gripping her hips, I pulled her back towards my face, devouring her until her legs were trembling and she was moaning my name over and over again like a chant.

Finally, I could feel the fluttering of her muscles and hear the change in her voice. I pushed her leg out to the side so I could sink my teeth into her inner thigh.

She screamed from the combined force of her orgasm and the pain of the bite. Her scream was so loud that I was sure they could hear her all the way back at the castle, but I couldn't care less. All I could think about was her blood pouring over my tongue and the permanent mark on her thigh that proved she was mine.

Lonnie collapsed forward onto the ground, panting. I waited a full ten seconds before drawing her back to me and gently turning her to lie on her back.

She blinked up at me, dazed.

"You don't think we're done, do you love?"

She laughed softly. "I need to catch my breath."

I grinned, satisfied by how wrung out she looked. "Fine, I'll start slow."

She had whimpered as I grabbed her knees and dragged her towards me, lifting her hips to line them up with my own.

In one long stroke I slid into her, then paused, closing my eyes. She had been so fucking wet and still trembling from her orgasm, it had been like torture to have to go slow.

But I had promised her I would.

I slid back out and in again, moving so slowly that I was certain that after a moment she would be begging me to go faster. To fuck her hard and real, in the way that claimed her just as much as that bite ever could.

Sure enough, after a minute, Lonnie sat up and scrambled back into my lap, straddling me as before. She didn't ask before she seated herself on my cock, and gripped my hair drawing my face back up to hers for another kiss.

I let her take control then, riding me, rubbing herself and drawing a second shuddering orgasm from her lips.

She moved faster and faster, riding out her pleasure, and finally I gripped her hair and shoved her head down against my throat.

I didn't need to tell her what I wanted, or when. She already understood. It was instinctive.

So as my stomach muscles finally contracted, and I let out a shout, spilling inside her, she sunk her teeth into my throat.

The effect was immediate.

I had heard it wasn't always like that, but perhaps since I had known she was my mate for so long, been watching her, waiting for her for so many years the bond instantly snapped into place.

I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes, wondering for half a second if this was the moment it all ended. The moment we found out I was wrong about the bonding in the most brutal possible way, and I simply dropped dead on the spot, still buried inside her.

But it wasn't. I took another breath and everything was fine—better than fine. For once, everything was good.

I thought that might have been the happiest I had been in a long time. Possibly ever.

Which begged the question, what was still missing?