Chapter 50

Chapter

Fifty

Fiona

M y entire body trembled as Vyk held me, one hand tangled in my hair and his eyes blazing with a hunger that almost made me think twice. There had been no doubt in my mind that giving in to my own desires was playing with the most uncontrollable type of fire, the kind that spread indiscriminately and scorched everything in its path.

But I didn’t care. I’d wanted Vyk since the moment I’d seen him. I’d wanted to run my hands through his silvered hair, I’d wanted to feel the scratch of his beard on my cheeks, I’d wanted to let the husk of his voice slide down my spine and send shivers through me. And it didn’t matter to me that he wasn’t a fan of humans, or even that he’d been a colossal ass to me .

I still wanted him. I needed him. I needed to burn off my irrational desire for him.

Vyk held my head back and locked eyes with me. “You are sure?”

I gave a frustrated twitch of my head and felt the sting of his fingers knotted in my hair. “Yes, I’m sure. I need you to fuck me now.”

With a growl, he set upon my neck, his teeth scoring my sensitive skin as he alternated between kissing and biting. I tightened my legs around his waist, arching back and moaning. Every touch of his fingers, his lips set my flesh ablaze and jangled my pulse.

I couldn’t be still, so I raked my own fingers through his hair, scraping hard until he loosed a deep, rumbling sound and raised his head to meet my gaze.

“Flexing your claws, I see,” he murmured as he walked me over to my bed and dropped me on it. I bounced, but before I could reach for him, Vyk flipped me onto my stomach and pinned me down by straddling my hips.

I twisted around to protest, but he bent forward and captured my mouth in a kiss that startled me with its ferocity. He parted my lips and tangled his tongue with mine, stroking it as he curled a hand around my throat. His hand slid down the length of my neck and dipped below the neckline of my top, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of my bra and gently teasing one of my nipples as he continued to kiss me.

I moaned, bowing back as he moved his hand to my other breast and circled the tight peak until I was groaning into his mouth. But just as forcefully and suddenly as he’d started to kiss me, he stopped. I gasped, breathless but hungry for more.

Vyk moved off me as I tried to regain my normal breath, but he was not done with me. He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me up so that I stood flush to him. Then he spun us both around and turned me to face him. He lifted my face to his, kissing me gently before moving me a few steps away from him and sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Undress for me.”

I stared at him for a few moments, suddenly awash with self-consciousness. “You don’t want to do it?”

He gave a curt shake of his head, his eyes molten as they seared into me. “I want to watch you.”

My heart caught in my chest, but then I locked eyes with him. Desire radiated off him in waves, and as I saw myself through his eyes, I started to move.

I unbuttoned my shirt, never looking away from him as I teased him by slowly slipping it off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. I ran my fingers over my bra, circling my hard nipples until they strained against the sheer black fabric. “Like this?”

Vyk’s pupils were so huge they’d swallowed every bit of the iris as his gaze traced my movements like an animal stalking his prey. His jaw was tight, a muscle throbbing on the side when I slipped my fingers beneath the fabric of my bra and softly flicked my nipples. He grunted without forming a word.

Watching his reactions gave me even more confidence, so I unhooked my bra slowly and only let it fall away when I’d covered my breasts with my hands. I gave them a squeeze, which dragged a desperate moan from Vyk’s throat.

“I didn’t know you liked to watch.” I finally slid my hands down my body and slowly unfastened my pants. I wiggled my hips to shimmy them over my hips, and my breasts jiggled until my pants were a heap on the floor.

Vyk’s lips were a thin, white line as he watched me without moving, but his entire body was like a coil about to be released. “I like to watch you.”

I curled my fingers under the sides of my black panties and nudged them down a bit. “What else would you like to watch me do?”

He reached for me, pulling me forward by the waist. He took my wrists and wrapped them behind my back, holding them together with one of his large hands. “I want to watch you spread your legs for me.” He kissed his way down my stomach. “I want to watch you take my cock.” He trailed one finger down one side of my panties until he slid his finger beneath the fabric. “You are soaking wet for me.”

I wiggled my hands behind my back, but he held them tightly. “There is no escaping now. Not until I’ve given you what you want.”

I lifted my chin in challenge, even as my breath was uneven and my juices were trickling down my thighs. “And what do I want?”

He dragged his finger through my slickness, muttering Drexian curses I didn’t know. “Your body is begging to be fucked, Fiona. You need my cock to fill you, don’t you? You want me to pound you until you beg for mercy.” He slid his finger inside me as I sucked in a breath. “But I have no intention of showing you mercy. Not after you have begged to be punished by my cock.” He moved his finger in and out slowly as I whimpered. “Not when you are so hot and ready for me. Not when you need to fucked so badly.”

I gripped my hands on his shoulders, digging the nails into his flesh. “Then what are you waiting for?”

He slid his finger out, and I instantly wanted it back, needed it back. “First, I need something else.”

“What?” My voice sounded desperate, but I didn’t care.

He grabbed the sides of my panties, ripped them off me, and reached around me to grab my ass with his palms. He fell back on the bed and took me with him, but then he used his hands on my ass to scoot me up so that I was straddling his face. “First, I want to feel you come on my tongue.”