CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Dios mio, I’m going to die of orgasming too hard, and I’m not even mad about it.

First, the aphrodisiac fluid Sturrm makes sends my pulse racing as tingling sweeps through my body. Then the extreme stretch of his huge cock sets every nerve ablaze, the slide of his piercings only adding to the sensation. And finally, the sphere mounted over his dick turns into a replica of my satisfier toy, complete with the liquid cap that flutters over my clit in the way I like best.

I thought nothing could beat that toy—certainly none of the young guys I dated ever came close—but Sturrm? Sturrm’s on another level:

Enthusiastic and fucking talented oral sex—check.

Built-in sex toy and aphrodisiac fluids—check.

Huge cock he knows how to use—all the checks.

I lose the ability to list anything more when he stands and steps forward to place me on the lip of the pool, lifting my legs until I hook them around his waist. It changes the angle, and I suck in a shocked breath as a sizzle of pleasure zips through me.

Sturrm leans over me, bracing one hand on the ground, the other pressed to my lower back to keep me in place as he pounds into me, filling me over and over with his huge cock.

My breasts bounce, sliding my nipples over his firm chest in jolts of sensation, and my hands clutch his biceps as I hold on. I can’t get enough breath to scream, so each thrust pushes little animal noises out of me. Ones I’ve never made before. Ones that sound like pure want .

His eyes bore into mine, even as the tendons of his neck speak of the strain he’s under, how much he’s holding on to his control. I don’t want it. I want him to lose himself as completely as I am.

“Fill me, Sturrm,” I pant. “Fill me with your massive cock.”

A growl rumbles through him. “Fuck, baby girl. You’re so perfect. Your tight little body takes my cock so well.”

“Yes!”

The satisfier toy latches onto my clit right as his cock hits deeper than ever, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through me as he taps my cervix.

“Sturrm!” I scream one final time as I come, fire flashing through my body in the ultimate pleasure.

His hips snap forward, burying him fully, and he holds deep within me as I flutter around him. Then with a yell, he pulls partway out, fisting his hand around the base of his cock as liquid shoots into me with heat and pressure.

Sturrm roars, the sound wild and unfettered and everything I could ever want to hear.

There’s so much fluid. It splashes out all around his hand, soaking both our thighs and stomachs.

With a grunt, his hand drops away, and he settles back into the water again, with me still straddling him.

I should slide all the way down his cock, but I don’t. He’s already got the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, but now a huge swelling makes the base twice as wide. My fingers play over it, slicked by his thick come. “What is this?”

“It’s my knot,” he says. “If I came while all the way inside you, it would seal up your entrance and lock us together.”

“Humans don’t have anything like this. What’s it for?”

“All fae, even orcs who are the most virile, find it harder to conceive than humans do. Locking in the seed ensures more younglings.”

“I want to try it,” I say, meeting his eyes without hesitation. The thought of something so huge in me already has me squirming. “Like I said before, I’m not fertile right now. We could do the knot. ”

“I will not knot you where it is not safe. The knot lasts all night the first time,” he says. “And—” A strange look flickers over his face.

“And what?”

He shakes his head. “It is nothing.” He slides me all the way off him and stands. “Stay in the hot spring for a moment, and I will prepare our things.”

Then he’s up, out of the water, liquid glistening on his glorious ass as he strides over to the packs and starts to make camp. He spreads the furs out on the flattest area of moss. Then he unpacks the last of the provisions. “I can go hunt, or we can stay here together this evening.”

“We stay in,” I say. “I love your cooking, but I don’t want you to leave.”

He gives a pleased grunt and comes back to the pool to help me out, drying me with his shirt, taking care of me in that thoughtful way of his.

We eat bread and apples and strips of dried meat in a naked picnic on the furs. As soon as we’re done, I get him to play and sing for me, his deep voice echoing in the acoustics of the cavern.

When he sets his guitar aside and reaches for me, I curl up in his arms.

All the stress of almost dying today turned into the most amazing night of my life. But I’m greedy. I snuggle into his side, sighing with happiness as I lay my head on his arm.

I want all of my nights to be like this from now on.