Chapter 20

CHAPTER TWENTY

Arkon grabbed the edge of Zarya’s ridiculous tutu and tugged it down her legs. She was already burning up, and he’d barely touched her.

"Hmm that corset has to go. Roll over," Arkon said, and she hurried to obey. His fingers looped into the bundle of strings, and with a few tugs, everything loosened, and Zarya breathed in relief. Arkon tossed it aside before his hands were in her hair pulling out the ties of her ridiculous pig tails.

"Despite how cute you look, the baby girl thing isn’t my kink," he said, running his hand through her curls and giving them a gentle tug.

"No?" Zarya bit her lip as he pulled on her hair again. "What is?"

"Unhinged mages who like to go on murder sprees," he said by her ear. His mouth nipped and kissed her shoulder, his hands stroking down her back. When he reached her hips, he gripped them and lifted her ass higher. He hooked his finger around the top of her G-string. "You wore this just to torment me, didn’t you?"

Zarya grinned into the comforter. "Maybe. Did it work?"

"You know it did. The socks can stay too, seeing how they match so nicely." Arkon slid his finger down the string, and her breath faltered when his knuckle brushed over her wet seam. "Spanking and murder seem to be one of your kinks because this pussy is already soaked."

"W-Wrong," she stammered.

Arkon slid a finger up to her clit. "You can’t lie to me when I can feel you, lupa."

Zarya gripped the sheets, trying not to gasp as his finger circled her clit. "Spanking and murder aren’t my kinks. You are."

Arkon laughed smugly. "I know that too, Wolf Mage. Every time we torture or kill someone, they tell us how obsessed you are with me. It’s deeply gratifying to know I wasn’t alone in my infatuation." He tugged the lace string aside, and without warning, he buried his face into her.

Zarya swore and shook with every swipe and flick of his tongue. It was aggressive, his hands gripping her thighs hard enough to bruise. She loved it and needed more. Arkon pressed a finger inside of her, and her pussy gripped him.

"Fuck, Zarya. You are so tight and hot," he said, thrusting another finger in. Zarya pushed back against him, fucking herself on him, needing the release that was dancing out of her reach. She was so close... Arkon pulled free, making her swear.

"You didn’t think I was going to take it easy on you, did you?" he said, laughing softly. He flipped her onto her back and pushed her legs apart. She was red faced with frustration, and his smile only widened.

Arkon took his time looking her over as he slowly took off his coat and started unbuttoning his shirt and pants. He was leanly built but with good shoulders and muscle definition. Dark hair scattered over his olive skin, and she had the urge to lick him everywhere.

Zarya knew from reports that he was good with a sword, and she could see it in his wiry build and the grace in his movements. Maybe she could convince him to use a sword next time they went to assassinate someone.

Arkon wrapped his hands around her ankles and tugged her towards him. He leaned over her, brushing her curls back from her face before kissing her. Zarya’s legs wound around his waist, his skin almost feverishly hot. She ran her nails up his back, and he bit down on her bottom lip. The kiss turned desperate in a blink, her mouth devouring his.

Arkon’s hand reached up to cup her breast and palmed it roughly. Zarya ground herself against him, needing some friction.

Arkon smiled against her mouth before pulling back. "I like seeing you like this. Big powerful Wolf Mage squirming and needy for my dick."

She pinched his side. "Stop teasing and fuck me already."

Arkon tilted his head to one side and hummed. "No. I don’t know what tomorrow is going to bring, so I’m going to glut myself on this hot little body of yours. I’ve got years of frustration to take out on your sweet pussy." Arkon cupped her and gently squeezed.

Zarya was so sensitive, she almost came. She wasn’t proud of the sound that came out of her. Arkon took the moment to suck her nipple into his mouth. Her hands buried in his hair as he teased and kissed his way over her breasts until they were covered in red marks. His touch was covetous and worshipful.

Zarya’s magic danced around her, begging her to take what she wanted. It would be so easy to tie him up with it…

"Don’t you dare," Arkon growled, sensing the energy building. "After your comment about it being only our magic, the first time I fuck you, it’s going to be just us. I need to prove how wrong you were about it. It’s not our magic that’s the pressure and connection between us, Zarya." Arkon pulled off her soaked G-string and dropped it to the floor.

Zarya wet her lips. "It’s not?"

"No." Arkon’s long fingers teased her. "We are the storm, mia lupa."

His fingers spread her, and he licked over her in a hot stripe. Zarya gripped his hair harder, making him groan against her. He didn’t let up. He did exactly what he had said he was going to do and feasted on her. He always did do what he promised.

Zarya was almost begging, her whole body felt like a raw nerve. He fucked her with his tongue until she was panting, hitting her edge once more.

Arkon pulled back from her, and before she could curse his name, he thrust his cock into her with one deep slick stroke. Zarya bucked underneath him, coming with a strangled cry that tore from the very heart of her.

"Fucking hell," Arkon whispered, voice cracking and hands bunching the sheets on either side of her. "Look at me, Zarya."

Zarya opened her eyes and stared up at him. She had the sudden urge to cry and didn’t know why. She had been under pressure for so long that the release actually hurt.

"Are you..."

"I’m okay," she assured him and pulled him down to kiss him. "Fuck me, sorcerer. Fuck me until I don’t know my own name."

Flames danced in his eyes. "I promise to fuck you so hard, you see the gods themselves." He thrust into her again, and Zarya let out a breathless laugh.

"I love it when you promise something," she panted, lifting her hips up to meet his. His answering smile stunned her with its intensity. Then he fucked her until she was screaming his name again.

They were shining with sweat, and she still needed more. Zarya locked her legs around him and rolled him over. Arkon sat up, rocking his hips in a way that made Zarya’s eyes roll back.

"That’s right, Wolf Mage. Just because you are on top doesn’t mean you’re in charge," Arkon said, breath hot against her lips.

"I don’t want to be in charge," she admitted, shocking herself with the truth.

Arkon gripped her hair with one hand and cupped her face with the other. "I know. It’s okay, Zarya, you ran all this way to me. I can take it from here." He kissed her gently enough to shatter the last of the ice inside of her. "I protect what’s mine. And you are, most definitely, mine."

Zarya tightened her grip on his broad shoulders and struggled to articulate what she was feeling. "You’re my balance, the other piece..."

"Cool balance to my burning chaos," Arkon replied, his body tightening up. "Oh, fuck, baby..."

Zarya’s skin lit up with runes, and she held onto her magic to stop it from spilling over.

"My fucking vicious goddess," he groaned.

Zarya kissed him as his control abandoned him. Fire was burning in his eyes, his own magic struggling to get out. Zarya’s pussy clenched as light filled her, and she started to come again. Arkon whispered her name and was filling her, his body shaking. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him so tightly it was as if he was scared, she would disappear.

Zarya rested her head against his neck and inhaled the scorched scent of him. It was her first easy breath in years, and she relaxed into his embrace, knowing he would take care of her, just like he promised.