Chapter 10

Ten

Excitement spikes in my chest as soon as I see Bran holding the dildo in the rim of light spilling from the kitchen. I know what he intends to do with my toy—he’s going to fill me up, in both holes, and while I don’t ever want either of us inviting another into our relationship or our bedroom, I do like the idea of Bran making me feel just a little bit naughty by pretending we have.

He comes over to the couch, his footsteps slow and deliberate, and every step makes my heart beat a little harder.

There’s fire in his eyes, the same kind of heady anticipation that is bubbling up in my lower belly.

“This is an awfully big cock, Mouse,” he says, holding the toy up at his crotch.

“Not as big as yours,” I tell him, and I would know.

His smile is smug. He already knew that.

When he reaches the couch where I’m still draped over the arm, he shoves the end table aside so he can place himself right in front of me. “Open up.”

I pop my lips open for him and he guides the dildo into my mouth. The silicone is cold, slippery, but it’s ridged like a real cock, with a hard, round head.

My enthusiasm gets the best of me and I swirl my tongue over the head as Bran slides it in and out, his hand gripping it by the shaft.

He sinks down, crouching in front of me. “I’ve never watched you suck a cock from this angle, this close. It’s fucking hot, Mouse. Don’t stop.”

I pick up the rhythm, closing my eyes so I can pretend it’s him in my mouth, while it somehow feels sexier knowing how intensely he’s watching me, almost as if I am fucking someone else.

My pussy throbs, so fucking ready, and I can feel the dampness coating my panties.

Suddenly the dildo is gone, making my lips pop at the loss, and when I look up, Bran is gone too.

A second later, he rips off my pants, the fae tunic, and every last shred of fabric on my body. When my nipples hit the air, they harden to peaks and Bran reaches around from behind me, pinching one between his fingers as he teases my opening with the soaking wet dildo.

I whimper, pushing back into him, wanting him to fill me up, either with himself or the toy. But he does neither because he likes to torture me.

Taking my breast in the palm of his hand, he traps my nipple between two knuckles while holding to me tightly.

He sinks the toy an inch inside of me and I wiggle my hips, looking for more.

“Be patient, Mouse,” he warns.

“I don’t want to,” I tell him.

His hand leaves my breast and smacks me across the ass, causing me to yelp.

“Be patient,” he repeats.

“Okay,” I say, a little breathy, my clit throbbing with anticipation.

There is no sound in Bran’s house other than the distant ticking of a clock. It’s so quiet that I can hear the raggedness of my breath and the wetness of my pussy. I sound so damn needy, but I don’t care.

I am.

When Bran and I are fucking, nothing can touch us. Not even war.

“Which hole should I fill, Mouse?” he asks as he slips the dildo inside of me another inch, eliciting a long groan from my throat.

“Any,” I breathe out.

He smacks me again on the ass and my body tenses up from the sudden sting.

“When I tell you to choose, you choose.”

It’s been a while since he’s been in my ass and I don’t know if I can take him. The dildo is smaller.

“Fuck my pussy,” I tell him.

“Good girl. Hold still.”

Elbows planted on the arm of the couch, I dare not move.

Something cold and wet hits my ass and I realize it’s lube he’s produced from somewhere. Maybe my bedroom or his.

I let out a little yelp until he rubs the head of the dildo against my hole. I’m so sensitive there, the pleasure is immediate, and my face flushes.

He’s slow and deliberate, careful not to overdo it. The head of the toy opens me up, stretching me for more.

Pressure and pleasure and pain all mix together as he sinks the toy further inside of me. My hands curl over the arm of the couch as my clit throbs for any kind of friction or touch.

When will he stop torturing me?

He gets another inch inside of me and then slowly pulls out, then slowly pushes back in.

Reaching up, he takes a chunk of my hair and yanks my head back. “How does that feel?”

“I want more,” I whine. “I want you inside of me too.”

He sinks the dildo deeper and I moan at the pressure. Now that he has me stretched for him, he chooses a slow rhythm with the toy, fucking my ass with it and the naughtiness of it has my belly soaring.

Letting my hair go, Bran unzips himself and though he’s a vampire, and cold most of the time, I immediately sense the throbbing heat of his cock near my pussy.

I’m blazing with need, every nerve firing for more.

When he lines himself up, I sink back on my knees, risking another smack for getting impatient.

But he doesn’t punish me this time.

Instead, he gives me exactly what I want.

I’m so slick with desire, he slips in with no resistance, and with both him and the dildo inside of me, he matches the pace, fucking me in both holes.

I’ve never been so filled up.

It’s the dirtiest, sluttiest thing I’ve ever done and giddy heat builds in my chest and in my belly, sending butterflies through every hollow of my body.

“Who do you belong to, little mouse?” he says, fucking me harder, faster, pounding into me.

“You.”

“Say it again.”

“I belong to Bran Duval and no one else.”

“That’s my good girl.”

His pace is relentless now, as if the frenzy of our fucking is the only way to drive home the point—I am his, and only his.

He reaches around me, caressing my clit, and a shockwave of pleasure pours through me.

I arch into him, starving for an orgasm from him.

“Come for me,” he finally orders. “Let me hear your pleasure as I fill you up in both holes.”

My swollen clit needs only the barest of touches before I’m sailing over the edge.

“Oh god,” I scream out, my body jolting as the pleasure pounds through me, melting away the tension of war and blood and carnage.

Bran fucks me harder and faster, grunting with his own pleasure as he keeps the dildo in my ass.

He slams into me, growling loudly as he fills up my pussy with his cum, and before he’s finished spilling his load, he slips out of me, coming all over my ass and the hot pink toy.

“I like seeing your ass glistening with my cum,” he says. “And now it’ll be dripping from both holes.”

I shiver beneath his words.

I like it too, if I’m honest.

I take in several deep breaths, letting the last of the pleasure fade out.

We disentangle and I turn around, collapsing into the crook of the couch. Bran takes the far cushion, pulling my legs over his lap.

“I missed you,” he says.

“You already said that,” I point out.

“I don’t miss many things.” He takes my bare foot in hand and kneads at the soft flesh of my arch. A new, different kind of pleasure washes through me and another groan comes out of my throat.

I close my eyes and lay my head back against the arm of the couch. Bran hits all the sensitive spots on the bottom of my foot.

“I have an idea,” he tells me.

I barely open my eyes. “About what?”

“How to thwart the marriage proposal of the fae prince.”

I’ll talk about anything if it means keeping him on the foot massage.

“Okay. Tell me,” I say.

“Marry me instead.”