21. Livy

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

LIVY

H is lips trapped mine like a warrior would his prey. Starting out as a gentle suck and scaling up to a savage flurry of nibbles and erotic sucking, Malek brought me to my knees and shook me to my core.

His kiss was so intoxicating, I drank in his scrumptious scent like fine wine. He smelled of warm spice and sugar.

His fingers delicately caressed my thighs as he caged me in his lap. My sleek pussy spasmed as Malek's erection pressed into my leg, fueling my lust.

Malek's claws scraped along my thigh, sending swirls of heat dancing over my skin.

"Mine," he whispered, tickling his lips against mine. "I will never lose you again."

My toes curled as the primal part of me reveled in how much he wanted me. The more possessive he became, the hotter my flaming need grew and I yearned to be touched by him .

"Do you know how many nights I've dreamed of this?" He licked at my lips, opening them. His tongue surged into my mouth like a hurricane. It clashed with my tongue, dominating it and bending it to submission. My tongue fought back in a hot and sexy game for power.

My body trembled above his as his majestic essence poured through me. His hand cupped my breast and to my delight, he squeezed the nipple, twisting it in ways that made me see colors. The heat he prompted in me was maddening, my face felt like an oven as his tongue continued conquering new territory in the back of my throat.

The more his tongue twisted with mine, the more I imagined our naked bodies doing the same. His cock hardened further, now grinding up under my thigh like a steel pipe. He twisted my nipple again, and I cried from pleasure.

"I love to hear your moaning. It's the most beautiful music I've ever heard," he said.

He kissed me again, tasting me even deeper and this time not stopping for over a minute.

I gasped for air, and he smiled at me wickedly, visibly pleased that he'd managed to suck all the air out of me so thoroughly.

"There's no woman in this world, whether demoness, wolf, mage or human who is made for me but you." He nestled his face in my neck, sniffing me before scraping his fangs over my tender flesh.

My heart did a backflip and I rubbed myself against him, just to heighten the sensation.

"Do you hear me, Sunny?" he snatched my face with both palms. "I do not care that I am not your fated mate. None of that matters. What does fate know compared to what my heart knows? Nothing." His voice was low, raspy and so dangerously seductive my nipples begged to feel his harsh kiss and his bite.

Malek hadn't brought up my matehood or the demi-gods since I'd arrived. Just hearing the word ‘mate' stirred up strange feelings inside me. Chasten, Blake and Payton's faces oscillated around my mind like a merry-go-round. They were my mates and while I was with them, so many emotions were awakened, emotions I had forced myself to forget.

They lied to me. They killed my parents and I barely escaped with my life. So why did a whisper of regret sound when he brought them up?

Malek searched for me for years. He'd always been the one protecting me, helping me. He never victimized me, all he'd ever shown me was love.

"We're better than fated mates, Sunny." Malek's voice went deep and intensified that flame that still ravaged my core. "That means that we have the gift of choice."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

His dream filled eyes stilled, sinking into mine. His rock hard muscles pressing into my chest, reminding me of his power and that if not for his deliberate gentleness, he could snap me in two like a twig.

"I mean that we will never have to wonder where we would be but for the choice of the gods. If we stay together, it is because we choose it and only because we choose it. If we love, it is because we truly mean it." He meant this as a contrast to what I had with the demi-gods. He was right, everything he said made sense and I was falling for Malek. So, why did I still harbor a small measure of emotions for them?

His mouth covered mine, caressing me with his devotion. Something deep inside me throbbed as I felt tipsy from the cocktail of sensations he made me feel. All reason flew from me like dust in the wind as my body surrendered to him.

He removed my top and bra, my breasts springing free. He eyed them for a minute, swallowing. "Oh, Sunny," he said, seeming at a loss for words. He drew my breasts to his lips, sucking my nipples relentlessly, one after the other. Soothing sensations rippled through my core, tearing relentlessly my slick pussy in a wave. And I fantasized him laying me bare, his cock ravaging me and ramming my brain numb.

My pussy's throbbing drove me to madness. It ached. No, it hurt like hell. This ravenous hunger that grumbled away in me, begged for his cock to fill me. Begged for all the ecstasy and pain it would wrought.

"Take me." I said through a fevered breath.

He looked at me like a starving man would a juicy steak and his brows knitted.

"Be careful, Sunny. Excite my beast too quickly and I won't be able to hold myself back."

The thought of the cool and measured Malek losing control drove my excitement to new levels. Anticipation gleefully bounced in me.

"Do it!" I demanded, writhing my ass over his erection.

He sucked in his lips, his face contorting to conceal his pleasure.

"I love that you hunger for danger. It only makes me crave you more." He moaned, his hand gripping the swell of my breast, squeezing it until it ached.

I squealed, and he seemed to delight in the sound. He yanked his shirt off, throwing it off the bed. My mouth watered from the sight of his thick, scrumptious muscles. His wide and ample pecks led down to a gloriously full six pack.

His muscles appeared taught and angry, but his expression was calm and joyful.

Annoyed by my pants getting in the way, I removed them, leaving only my frilly pink panties.

Malek took his eyes off my hips. "By the gods, Sunny. You are the most scrumptious creature the planet has ever birthed."

He pinched my nipple roughly between his index and thumb, twisting it savagely.

I cried out in pleasure as liquid flames parted my starving folds.

He looked down at my soaking panties. "Good. I want you good and wet. That way, it'll be less painful."

"I want it now." I said, embroiled In my painful throbbing .

"Patience, Precious One. I don't want to hurt you. I love how hard you get me." He leaned in and flickered his tongue over my swollen nipples.

Words couldn't describe how amazing it felt. He tortured them with his tongue, punished them by grinding them between his teeth. Soft enough not to break the skin but hard enough to hurt in all the right ways.

"It feels amazing. Don't stop," I growled.

His sucking and nibbling was so masterful, he played my body like a grandmaster would a game of chess. His skill terrified me just as much as it brought me pleasure.

His power over my body was terrifying. The more sensations he introduced to me, the more I needed him. And to need a man this much was scary.

Though my head was filled with steam, I was still tortured by conflict. My mind wandered to thoughts of the resistance. Malek had forgiven me for speaking to Varcus without telling him, but this still didn't address the issue of his war and all the rampage it would cause.

Malek stole my mind back for himself with his tongue's sweet circling motion around my swollen peaks. "Does this please my bride?" He asked and all thoughts of war vanished.

"Yes, bite it again." I instructed, and like a servant he obeyed my command. His bite felt so freaking good it shot pleasure and pain rattling straight down south.

His hand dipped into my panties, his index finger splitting my folds. I gasped, my clit spasmed hysterically from the unexpected stroke.

Electricity emitted from the tiny target as it swelled from the tender copulation of his finger. It was like a dance. Side to side and up and down, every move his finger calculated for maxim effect.

I'd never felt anything like this before. I was frozen under him, never wanting to move from his lap. I could die here and be happy .

"Oh, Malek." I moaned his name as he massaged my wet clit. Seeming to judge them a hindrance, Malek plopped me onto my back and relieved me of my panties in one swift motion.

He did the same to his own pants and boxers.

His gigantic, cobra-like cock vaulted free. He hovered over me on his knees, his eyes searching mine for thoughts.

"Does my size still frighten you?"

Even if it did, I couldn't say no to him now. My body was too far gone. I needed him every bit as badly as he needed me.

His cock was thick, long with ridges that made it look scary, but it was also beautiful, a thing of wonder and awe.

"I'm not afraid. I know you wouldn't hurt me." Bending my knees, I revealed myself to him, spreading my legs invitingly.

The flames of intrigue galloped across his eyes.

"I've been dreaming of your tight little pussy since the caves." He took both my thighs in his vice-like grip. His shoulders widened a bit as I witnessed his inner beast rise within him.

The scent of musk and testosterone poured off of him, tantalizing my senses.

"Fuck me." I tilted my head back to peer up at him from under my lashes. It was meant as a flirtation, but he seemed to think it a challenge as he drove one of my legs up as far as it would go.

"Be careful what you wish for." He shot me a shit eating grin; then directing his cock between my legs, he pumped himself inside of me.

A bolt of electricity rushed through me as his dark, throbbing member split me open. Tears of joy rolled down my cheeks as sweet pleasure mixed with pain, sending me straight to oblivion.

He rutted me like he was more beast than demon, as he rocked the bed back and forth. The headboard slammed against the wall repeatedly. His show of domination and power turned me on, creating a fantasy I didn't want to end.

My moans echoed off the walls and steam rolled off our bodies, spreading across the room.

The bed ached, gripped and cried beneath us, the sound muffled by the beating rain tapping against the window.

"You're so tight." He thrusted even harder, and I squirmed under him. "This. I want this pussy every night for the rest of my life," he hissed; his handsome face morphed with pleasure.

I undulated my hips back and forth, inviting him deeper as the pain gave way to pure unabashed pleasure. Following my cue, he delved deeper, but that wasn't all he had planned. His hand delved lower, his thumb grating against my clit.

My back curled instinctively as he rubbed my clit to the same hypnotic rhythm that he rammed me with.

I cursed, not knowing any other way to process the force that built up between my legs like a bomb about to explode.

The burning urge to cum nipped at me. I resisted, wanting the sweet sensation to continue as long as possible.

The beat of our thighs clapping against each other played like an orchestra performing an erotic song. The glistening sweat that covered us both, a testament to our rare passion and beautiful connection.

Malek scooped me up in his arms and ushered me away from the bed. Before I could ask where he was taking me, he broke the balcony doors open and led us out into the pouring rain.

Cool water beat us, turning to steam as it washed over our burning flesh.

Wordlessly, he stole my lips once again, taking one of my legs in each of his arms so that we faced each other. I braced my arms around his neck, anchoring myself to him as he held me tightly .

His cock was right below me and I felt its head knock at my eager opening. A thunderbolt cracked as he slid into me. He bounced me up and down, impaling me deeper with every desperate thrust.

His lips moved, but I couldn't hear over the rain and thunder.

The sensations came rushing back as his cock's blinding heat contrasted with the cooling rain.

The hard rain pellets hit my nipples stroking them sweetly, adding to the rapturous fantasy.

I didn't know what was more powerful, the storm that raged around us or Malek, who now drove into me with lightning speed and wild fervor.

The wind whistled like a lyrical song. The thunder rolled like a drum, racing my heart and increasing my thirst for more of its irresistible beat.

My fingernails dug into his shoulders as my climax teased me, teased me with the promise of its sweet ruin.

"Cum for me," he demanded, like he could read how close I was from my face.

I resisted, but it was futile. Malek had delved too deep. With every rough bounce, he grinded against my g-spot more and more, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

I grabbed one of his horns, wanting to see just how sensitive they really were. He looked surprised, then his eyes formed two slits as something carnal seemed to overtake him.

"Squeeze it harder," he whimpered, and I obliged.

Something in him seemed to come undone as he sucked in not only air but all the rain around us.

Utterly overcome by ecstasy, he appeared like a balloon inflated so past the point of comfort that it was about to pop.

My cries conquered the rain and thunder as I came. My pussy spasmed around him. His cock contracted and pulsated as his own climax swept through him .

A groan simmered across his lips as he quivered and shook. He stumbled as his strength seemed to leave him. He quickly steadied himself so as to not drop me.

Still semi-hard, he remained inside of me, like he couldn't bring himself to force us apart. His smoldering gaze lingered on mine as the rain continued to drench both of us.

I looked down to Malek's mother's necklace. Removing it from his neck, I placed it on mine. His expression went opaque and then hopeful.

He offered it to me in the other dimension, and I refused it. I was still unsure about a few things but this wasn't one of them. My actions in taking his necklace needed no explanation. It could mean only one thing and we both knew it.

I could no longer deny my feelings for Malek. He had evoked a passion in me I'd never felt before. My heart raced every time he was near me and every cell in my body wanted me to be with him.

No further words were necessary. Our hearts were now one. Malek drew me closer to him and I clung nearer still, until our chests pressed up against one another.

This was the path I wanted, the path I chose. Consequences be damned. My thoughts ventured back to memories from Malek and my past. He said that as a child, the kindness I showed him saved him. And now as we held each other tenderly I wondered, what exactly did I save him from?

And just as I saved Malek, who will be able to save the world from him?